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Post by bear on Nov 15, 2011 16:54:36 GMT -5
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Oh what the world has become. Dominique sat in loneliness in her room. She was back at Hogwarts but, here, like everywhere else, she had no one. She chose a side that could request no forgiving and she was stuck in bitterness. She tried many times to ignore it, but like every night, she ended up in tears. She was naïve and unaware of what she was getting herself into. It seemed over before it began. Until the letters began. Dominique was not one for the Darks Arts. Her thirsty and hunger for knowledge led her to it, but it also made her disgusted. She may have been cold and mean, but she was not brutal or savaged.
Dominique did the only thing she could do. She began sending letters to the Order. Always nameless and could never be tracked back to her. They all came with warnings and hope that things would turn around. She was a secret alley in enemy territory. Now Dominique was back at Hogwarts, she was going to have a harder time sending them. She looked at out her window at the rising sun. She was up early this morning. Only a few students came in last night from a curse and needed some help. But after that, it was quiet enough to sleep.
She tossed and she turned and she kicked and almost screamed. Every night was like this and she was glad she held a room to herself. The brunette ran a hand through her hair and began to get dressed in her uniform. A gray dress with a white apron and cloak over it. Her shoes matched the dress and pulled back into a tight bun. She stuck her wand into her pocket and let the emotionless expression enter her exterior. She was not going to ruin everything. Dominique got herself far, and it took work. She was going to use everything to her full advantage.
The girl closed her door and gave it a lock, even though there was no reason, no evidence laid anywhere in the small room, and headed to the hospital wing. She cracked opened the door an peaked inside. Only a small kid sat in there, tears falling down his face, but he made no sound. The girl sighed. She loved what she did, but she was a sucker for the tears. She ran a hand over her clothes and walked on in.
The kid and his friends decided to take a joy ride on a broom. Being first years, they weren’t too well trained for the ride and this one landed awkwardly on his leg. Dominique shook her head and went to the back room. She came back out with a potion that was completely horrible. “Every action comes with a price young one.” She took a seat next to him and poured him a cup. “Your little joy ride is going to cost you a horrid taste and I am afraid more pain.” She gave the boy a pat on the head. “Go on drink.” She then took out her wand. She waved it and had a roll fly over to her. She caught it and wrapped his leg up. “Next time wait for your first lesson to fly.” She winked at the kicked and went back to her desk at the back of the room.
She took out a pen and began making the report when the door opened once more. She could not believe that the morning is barely starting, and already kids where running on it. She took her blue eyes off the papers in front of her and onto the person coming. “Yes, may I help you?” she had absolutely no emotion once more.
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Post by Victoire Gabrielle Weasley on Nov 18, 2011 0:36:35 GMT -5
Victoire knew that she should be here. She shouldn't be at Hogwarts. She should be in the fields, picking ripe vegetables or whatever. It wasn't like much food actually grew in the winter anyway. She hated the life she once knew. Months ago she was happier than anything. Theodore had returned, they had reconciled, and were engaged. That all seemed like it was a century ago now. The attack on the Ministry was unexpected to say the least. No one had been prepared for it. Victoire had gotten herself caught between Bellatrix and some other death eater. She put up a good fight, and somehow Ted had found her, and attempted to rescue her. He wanted to trade his life for her's but, there was absolutely no way in hell she was about to let the happen.
Somehow, in what was now a complete blur to Victoire, the two managed to escape - only to be separated again. She had not seen Theodore since then. Vic knew in her heart he was not dead but, she had no idea where he was. She could not go out looking for him either. Victoire had been reduced to next to nothing, along with her entire family. They were stripped of their wands, their possessions, forced to work for the "upper class", forced to gather their food and fend for themselves. Not only had Ted disappeared but, so did her Aunt Hermione, the once Mistress of Magic. Bellatrix sat in that seat now but, not for long. The Order would reorganize...somehow..and get the Ministry back. It was only a matter of time. The question remained, how much time?
Vic couldn't stand it anymore. Her Uncle Ron was falling to pieces without Hermione, her mother was falling apart. Hell, the whole family was falling apart. She wasn't so sure how long she could keep things together without have a complete emotional/mental/physical breakdown. It was the entire reason she need to be here at Hogwarts. It was completely illegal, and Victoire knew the cost of such a visit was either death, imprisonment, or slavery - it was a risk she was willing to take in order to talk to the once person she had once felt she was close to.
Victoire had not been able to make this visit alone. Aside from field work, some Death Eater had hired her, for a meager pay of course, to basically be his house servant. Apparently he wanted something more pretty to look at than a low house elf. It was degrading. He wanted her for more than just something than work, that was only obvious. Victoire had yet to oblige him that pleasure, in fact, she never would. Even if that meant she was sent to her death, at least she could go out not feeling guilty and gross. It was because of this "master" that Victoire was able to find a way into Hogwarts. The man she worked for once had a wife, and there were some left over clothes. Victoire would use these clothes to get her in. Hogwarts wasn't guarded by death eaters (yet) but, she thought it better to dress like she was in the Upper Class.
With the help of her Uncle George, Victoire took a secret passage into Hogwarts from Hogsmeade. After she was in the castle, Victoire hugged the shadows until she made it to the Hospital Wing. Her heart pounded as she walked into the wing, keeping the hood of the cloak up before she was positive the coast was clear. After Dominique had addressed her, Victoire doubled checked her surroundings before removing her hood, revealing her identity. Her eyes searched her sister for some sort of reaction.
words, that many
tags, dom
outfit, click
notes, dun dun dun
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Post by bear on Nov 18, 2011 1:36:01 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 400px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
In all the commotion that had happened, Dominique found little trail of what had happened to her family. She knew named as blood-traitors, well they were reduced to nothing to the point where Dominique needed to make the decision to denounce her last name. She was no longer a Weasley she had to prove she wasn’t on her families’ side. She even changed her hair color to show her dedication. In reality, she missed her blonde hair. Maybe in a month or two she could change it back using the excuse that the constant treatment was bugging her.
She was a total snob now, actually she had been for awhile. She excluded her family from her and never expected to see them until this whole Bellatrix thing was over. But it seemed to be a lifetime and everything was just strange. Like at this moment, a student hadn’t been the one who had walked in. It was a cloaked figure. Not too tall, and clearly slim. The clothing was stylish, so it was a complete and utter surprise at who’s face showed when t he hood was pulled down.
A shadow past over her blue eyes, a glimps of her past. But her face stayed cold as ever. How could her sister be so stupid as to enter Hogwarts in such chaos? It was reckless and stupid, but Dominique was glad to see her sister was alright, or somewhat alright. Her face soften a bit and her eyes looked around as well. “You should have used a polyjuice potion Sister.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head before standing up and moving around the desk.
She walked up to her sister and pulled the hood back on. “There is too much going on to let your face show.” The brunette kept her calm face, but worry laced her eyes. “What are you doing here?” Her curiousity was definitely getting to her. She wanted to know why her sister was here, what made such a great need for Victoire to come and risk herself to come. She grabbed her sister’s hand and led her to one of the beds. She then grabbed the curtains and pulled them around them in case anyone were to pop in unexpected.
“I thought I made it clear that there was no connection between us.” Dominique not only changed her appearance so drastically but left off her surname and then moved away with another pureblood family to join the dark side of things. She thought it was the perfect way to get herself inside and able to protect them and keep an eye on them. It took a lot of work to get her where she was and to learn her mistakes. She pulled Victoire’s hood back down. She didn’t look nearly as pretty as she did before in school. Dominique had always been so jealous, but now, she was practically being tearing apart. There was worry and sadness all over her face, not to mention she looked worked and tired. “What in bloody hell have they done to you?”
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Post by Victoire Gabrielle Weasley on Nov 19, 2011 0:54:27 GMT -5
my own reflection is the one sight that I cannot bear [/I][/SIZE][/COLOR] look to the sky and find even the heavens cry[/I][/SIZE] anticipating and debating what is left to life[/I][/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER]
Victoire had once felt she knew her sister more than anyone else in the world. She couldn't fathom how Dominique could just up and leave the family. Especially at a time when they needed each other the most. It hurt the entire family, probably more than expected. The loss of Hermione was enough but, throw in the loss of Dom and it was just one big melting pot of sadness and utter confusion.
She didn't know what outcome to expect during this visit. It was huge, stupid risk but, Vic had to take it. It used to be job, to do things like this. She missed the adventure, the danger of it. Cleaning up dust bunnies out of corners was not adventurous, dangerous - hell, it wasn't even fun. Victoire grew afraid, as she waited for Dominique's reaction, that her sister would turn her in. It was probably some capital crime for impersonating someone of a higher class. The risk was worth it, even if the outcome was bad. She needed to know that her sister wasn't what everyone was thinking. She knew Dom wouldn't just up and leave without having a good reason to, or some sort of explanation. That's all Victoire wanted, an explanation...and hopefully one that would put their parents at ease, and herself.
"Because I can just walk into any potion shop I want and buy the ingredients," Victoire replied with a frown. She had contemplated making a polyjuice but, there was small problem. The lower class was not allowed to do magic, any magic at all, except to apparate or use the floo network - if they could even afford the powder, which they couldn't. She wondered if Dominique was aware of this, or just bloody ignorant of it. Victoire caught a trace of something in her sister's eye, a trace that gave Victoire a bit of hope. That bud of hope flowered a bit more when Dominique replaced the hood and even enclosed them with a curtain at one of the bed. It was almost enough to get a smile out of Victoire, almost, only she didn't smile anymore.
The bud of hope was suddenly crushed when Dominique reiterated that there was no connection between them. Victoire sank down and sat on the bed. Maybe people were right, all hope was lost. Half of those that now lived in the slums truly believed it but, Victoire didn't. For the sake of her family and her own sanity, she desperately tried not to believe it but, that grew harder and harder with each day that passed. Victoire fixed her stare to the floor. She didn't even look up when she felt Dominique remove the hood from her head.
"What have they done to me?" Victoire repeated in a malicious tone that was unusual of her. Victoire's appearance was not of what it used to be. She used to take great care of herself. Her hair was always healthy, bright blonde, and shining like the sun. Now it was flat and dull. Victoire usually carried a certain glow about her, perhaps that had something to do with her veela gene, or the fact she was always generally happy and in a good mood. All that was lost. Her spirit had been broken. "You know to know what they do us, your family?" she said, looking up and glaring at Dominique this time. "Or does that not mean anything to you anymore?" Of course it meant something, otherwise why would she be talking to her?
words, five hundred ninety-seven
tags, dom
outfit, click
lyrics, monsters & liars - escape the fate
notes, dun dun dun
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