CLEARING THE MIND, [Dominique]

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

What time was it, honestly? Who woke up at this time? It felt like just seconds ago that her eyes had closed and here she was, staring up at the ceiling of the dorm room. A slow sigh escaped her as she turned to glance at the wall mounted on the clock, "Shit." Victoire sighed while forcing the blankets off of her body, two-thirty AM was just too early for her to be up. She tugged her robe over her old Weird Sisters tee and black shorts, not too interested in what anyone (assuming people actually were up at this Merlin forsaken hour) had to say about her apparel.

Not bothering to tie her silk robe -a birthday present from Mum and Dad- she slipped out of the dormitory with as little noise as possible given the occasional creaks that slipped under her feet. For a massive and beautiful magical school they couldn't even sound proof some of the things? It was a little pathetic, and showed way too much neglect for the school that they claimed was the best magical place any student could go to learn. Though, she wagered, they didn't really expect anyone to be out of their beds at this time, and the squeaks weren't too horribly loud. It could just be the fact she was attempting to be nice, for a change. Not that it would last very long.

It took her a couple of minutes to escape from the dormitory steps and then out of the common room, and after that she wasn't sure how much time passed as she slowly sneaked around to the towers. No specific reason to be there other then the fact that from the 'windows' she was able to see a lot of the school, and could feel the fresh, but cold, air. Plus - they didn't get patrolled that often and especially not at this time. No even the best of the prefects and teachers were asleep at this hour, attempting to refresh themselves for another day at Hogwarts.

Finally, (after hours it seemed), Victoire reached the towers and quickly entered the top most room possible, her fingers reaching over the very cold stone of the window. The air was so fresh and nippy that she almost choked on it, as it felt like pure frost flowing down her throat and into her lungs. Her fingers curled around the stone as she leaned out the window as much as possible without actually falling out of it, allowing herself to take in the scene before her. There was practically nothing out there, the trees were moving softly as the wind brushed up against their leaves, causing even them to shiver at the bitterness of the early morning. It was calming, oddly enough, boring, but calming. A light, chilling breeze blew a few strands of gold, obstructing her vision until she brushed them aside from a casual flick of her hand.

[DOMINIQUE WEASLEY]

Why did every morning honestly have to suck for Dominique? Really, for once, she would just like a calm, relaxing morning. This morning was the exact opposite, really. Of course, it didn't help too much that, the night before she had spent most of it sitting up in her room, looking through her old photo albums while getting more and more drunk while drinking a bottle of firewhiskey that she had snagged from the kitchens. Soon, she had become intoxicated, since the memories of what had happened so many years ago on that night had rushed back to her. The alcohol was the only thing that could numb the pain, and it was like her medicine that she had to take to get rid of the depression that was sinking over her. At around midnight, she had been close to passing out, so she slumped back into her four-poster bed and allowed the alcohol to take over the rest of her conscious mind. It had been a very long night, with her eyes constantly overloading with unwanted tears from all of the memories. What could have caused her to become so upset, you might ask? Well, it's rather simple, really, and yet so complicated at the same time. That night, exactly two years ago, had been the night that she had first started dating Andy, the first--and most likely last--serious boyfriend she had ever had. This was the same boy that had left her completely heartbroken and had forced her to change her entire lifestyle after that betrayal, so you can understand why she would be so upset. It was hard for her, still, and she was just ready to find some way to let go of all of the depression that continued to follow her around.

The leads us to the morning after, when Dominique slowly opened up her eyes to the blinding sunlight that seemed to swarm into her eyes, practically destroying her cornias. Her head was throbbing from the hangover that she was suffering from, and she groaned as the agony made blood pulse through her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing that she could push the light away from her, and sighed. Her head had been buried in her pillow, with her dark hair pulled up in a messy pony-tail in the back of her head. She shook her head, and groaned again. Dominique placed her palms on the warm sheets underneath her, and pushed herself up slowly. She gradually sat up on her bed, and allowed the thin sheets to inch away from her body. She was still dressed in the clothes that she had worn the night before--a pair of gray, baggy sweatpants, and a long, black t-shirt. Both articles of clothing were far too big for her, and practically hung off of her slim, petite figure. Somehow, she was able to get up on her feet, without falling over, although she did stumble slightly at first. Squinting at the bright light coming from the wide-open window, she pushed herself into the bathroom, ignoring the rest of her sleeping dormmates. No doubt they had walked in on her drinking, but had not paid much notice. Why should they have, really? Basically none of them were too fond of her, seeing as how she wasn't exactly like the rest of the female Gryffindors.

Somehow, she was able to turn on the light in the bathroom and stare at herself in the mirror before her. Her hands gripped the porcelain sink, and let her neck give out on her, her head hanging down. Dominique truly needed to get a hold on herself before she did something drastic. Shaking her head, she pulled her long, dark brown hair out of its pony-tail and watched the knots fall onto her shoulders. Grabbing a brush, she ran it through her thick locks, wincing at the knots that were snagged and eventually pulled free. She had been smart enough the night before to actually take a shower, so that she wouldn't have to do so the morning, knowing that she would have an awful hang-over. After finishing with her hair, she quickly brushed her teeth at least three times, just to get the disgusting taste in the back of her throat to disappear. As soon as she was done with that, she ran her fingers through her hair one last time and walked out of the bathroom. Fortunately, her dormmates were still sleeping, so they didn't have to see the state that Dominique was in. Slipping on a pair of socks and black tennis shoes, she pushed the door open and walked down the spiral staircase. Lucky for her, the common room was much darker, thanks to there not being as much windows in the room. However, she decided to head off to somewhere else, somewhere that she was sure there would be no one else: the North Tower. She was determined to get away from civilization, and that was the closest place that she could go to.

Soon, her legs began to walk her towards the tower, which was fortunate, seeing as how she wasn't sure if her mind had been awake long enough to actually carry her to a specific place. With her luck, she would most likely end up in some other place that she had never even been to. Forunately, her subconsciousness had decided take over her. She felt the chill wrap around her bare arms, and she crossed her arms over her chest, hoping to warm herself up. She probably should have thrown on a robe over her clothes, since it was so cool during this time of year, especially around the towers. Shaking her head, she arrived at the North Tower. She needed to stretch her legs out a bit more, so she decided to head to the highest room in the entire tower, just to be safe about not seeing anyone. She didn't want anyone to see her in this hung-over state. When Dominique reached the end of the staircase, she pushed the door open and, without looking around the room, entered and closed the door behind her. Then, however, she noticed the figure that was standing near the window. She held in a groan, and ran her fingers through her hair, ready to run the hell out of there. No doubt the figure--her older sister, Victoire--had heard her enter, though, which meant that she couldn't leave anytime soon. Dominique swore harshly under her breath, though she wouldn't be surprised of Victoire had heard her. "What are you doing up here?" asked Dominique coldly, crossing her arms over her chest once more and leaning against the door behind her. Her throat felt scratchy, and she was sure that her voice sounded practically raw. She felt like hell--and she was sure that she looked it too.

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

Victoire started at the sound of the door closing, and in her attempt to whirl around and see who it was she -WHAM- hit her head against the side of the stone window. She gasped, opening her mouth, in a wordless scream of pain instead letting out a long,
"Aaaaaaah."
In a small, pained voice, one hand clutching the side of her head as she pulled out of the window, turning around slowly to look at the visitor. She had closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as she turned muttering the phrase, ‘Holy hell that hurts like shit’ over and over so that it was almost like a mantra to put her into a trance. Her wordless pained expression turned into a grimace, not only from the pain but also at the sight of her sister, standing there bright as day as she opened her blue eyes. She tried to imitate her sister’s nonchalant coolness, as the pain coursed through her body. She put her free hand on her hip and looked her sister over as she said darkly,
“Oh, its you.”

She frowned slightly as she took another minute to look her sister over, which caused her immense pain in doing so. Victoire was not seeing Dominique at her most fabulous. She looked like she had, taken a few rough cycles in a muggle washing machine and then was spit out in a blender. She had heard rumors from the Gryffindor table that Dom had taken to some heavy drinking, but now she was fully convinced that these were true as she stood before her.
”Since when does Dom drink?”
She wondered, as she shook her head at her sisters appearance, her sore head throbbing in time with her heartbeat as she did so. Fragments of broken memories floated through her mind, of two little blonde girls spinning around in sun dresses trying to see who would fall down first, or peering precariously over the cliffs edge at Shell Cottage. She almost sighed a loud as she thought to herself bitterly,
”Oh how things have changed…”

Her hand finally fell down to her side, to mimic its partner and rest on her hip, making her look humorously like a slim, blonde Molly Weasley. She narrowed her eyes and mock scolded, with a smirk playing on her features, the sides of her lip twitching to become a full blown grin,
“Does Mummy know you’re an alcoholic now?”
She snorted at the thought of her mother in her apron, twirling about in the kitchen preparing dinner as she sang along to the radio as she always did, as this bombshell of information broke. Pans would clatter, hearts would break and Mrs. Weasley would not be very pleased.

She cast a dismissive eye at Dominiques appearance once more before she in turn leaned against the cool stone wall of the tower, breathing in deeply, before exhaling in a sigh. She let a few moments tick by, as she continued to stare at her sister, with her dark hair and her hung over appearance, before she said coolly,
“You look like shit.”
She let the insult hang in the air, once more sinking into silence as one of her hands found its way into her robe pocket. She played with the box of cigarettes in the silk pocket, tempted to light one to ease the silence and help relieve the frustration she always got when she talked to her sister. Her nicotine addicted brain won in the end as she selected a cigarette with ought ever having to break the staring contest they were now apparently having. The hand with the cigarette found its way to her awaiting mouth, where she put it inbetween her teeth expertly -she wished she wasnt such an expert- and again reached into her pocket and withdrew her wand. Eleven inches, holly, unicorn hair, light, good for charms.
Through the fag held by her teeth she muttered,
"Incendio"
and pointed it at the end of her cancer stick, the flame flaring from the end of her wand briefly before dying as quick as it came, just enough to light the stick.

Cancer. What a strange muggle word for an illness they feared. Why did they select one of the twelve zodiac symbols that represented the 'Crab'? A peaceful, quiet, shy sign that was very intuitive and emotional? Why not Scorpio? Wasn't that sign supposed to be all head strong and determined? Was cancer not determined to kill muggles alike? ...Oh Merlin, how her mind was wandering! She inhaled deeply, as she stuffed her wand in her pocket once more, letting the free hand take the cigarette leisurley as she exhaled. She blew out the smoke and watched it dance in the air, creating a haze between the two sisters. Victoire found that most appropriate, there was a haze between them, a smokey wall, that made sure that they could never see the other clearly. She blew the smoke away and once more she got the 20-20 view of her frowning sister. Perhaps she liked that barrier between them...

[DOMINIQUE WEASLEY]

Dominique's and Victoire's relationship wasn't exactly normal, considering they were sisters. But, they didn't act like best friends like most sisters should have. They used to be. In Dominique's younger years, she had thought the world of her older sister, and had loved her to death. Things had been perfect--so perfect they were practically fake--until everything happened between her and Andy. Then, Dominique underwent some drastic changes, and her relationship with her sister transformed from love to passionate hate. She grew to despise her sister more and more as every day passed by, until she was practically her mortal enemy. Everytime she looked at Victoire, all she would see was what she used to be. But, then, it became even worse when she found her sister was complaining about how she had been placed in Ravenclaw, while Dominique was in Gryffindor, and how it just wasn't fair. When she had first heard it after her change, she had automatically snarled at her to grow up and realize that not everything in life is fair. She had a nice taste of that ever since last year. And, then, of course, when Victoire started defending herself by saying that she had always tried to help Dominique but it was always pushed away, she had just wanted to kill the blonde. How could she be worrying about herself when her only sister was in pain at that moment? That, to Dominique, was just plain selfish, and it pushed her to the edge, where she felt absolutely no more love for her sister.

When Dominique had entered the room, it seemed that Victoire had smacked her head against the window. As she waited for the girl to calm down, she watched her while holding in the urge to just roll her eyes at her. But, then, of course her little comment made a smirk cross her features, making her look extremely similar to a Slytherin. "Oh, it's you," said Victoire, as if she had been expecting someone much better. Of course, that normally always happened with the two sisters; they were always disappointed to see the others. She thought back to their younger years, when they were giggly and sweet to each other, before everything had happened. Those had been simple times--though, to Dominique now, they had been the fake times as well. This was the real her now, and there was nothing that would change that. No matter how hard her parents--especially her mother--and her sister tried. Maybe that was why she was so much closer to her younger brother and father--they both had decided to leave Dominique alone and live her own life. And that was exactly what she had needed--some independence. Some time to be on her own and try to take care of herself without the help of any of her friends or family. Shaking her head, Dominique looked up at her older sister and replied, "What, aren't you happy to see me?" with sarcasm practically dripping from her lips. She didn't really want to be bothered by her sister, but she didn't want to be seen as a coward by leaving.

Victoire placed her hands on her hips, and, if she had gained a couple more pounds and dyed her hair red, Dominique was sure that she would look just like the Weasley matriarch, Grandma Molly. She loved the woman to death, she truly did, but sometimes she took things over the top. Take her hair change, for instance. As soon as she walked in to the Burrow with her newly-dyed hair for the first time, her grandmother had fussed over it, saying that she had such beautiful blonde hair, and wondering why on earth had she dyed it to brown. It could be quite annoying, really. Sighing, she was about to say something when Victoire's big mouth had emitted even more unwanted words. "Does Mummy know you're an alcoholic now?" she asked, a smirk now on her features, as if trying to copy her younger sister's actions. Dominique rolled her eyes, running her fingers through her hair. She truly wasn't an alcoholic or anything, and she most definitely wasn't in denial. She only drank so much when she got depressed and needed to numb the pain of what had happened to her. That's all, really. "Why don't you do the whole world a favor and shut the fuck up?" she asked her, not caring if she had offended her sister. If she had wanted to act like a spoiled brat because now she was their mother's favorite, she could go ahead. Victoire was only the favorite because she was the only sister really left. But, of course, Victoire was too blinded to see that.

The truth was, before Dominique had underwent all of her changes, she had been her mother's absolute favorite child. She had tried to tell everybody that she loved her children all the same, but Dominique and the rest of her siblings had seen it easily. And, before, she hadn't taken too much notice to it. It wasn't her fault that her mother loved her more than her sister, right? She had practically been her living doll, since she dressed her up in all sorts of clothes that were so pretty and girly that, today, they just wanted to make Dominique throw up. But, then, she dyed her blonde hair dark brown--so dark that it was almost black--and changed her entire lifestyle, turning into this depressed outcast that had very little friends anymore, and Fleur lost her living doll. So, she turned to her only other option--her eldest daughter. Dominique also had an idea that it might have been the fact that she was so much bolder than her sister that she had become her mother's favorite. But, Dominique didn't really care that she wasn't the favorite anymore. Really, why should she have? She practically despised both her mother and Victoire, and she was sure that they could just go rot in hell together for all she cared. She had told her sister this numerous times, which had resulted in Victoire, once again, acting like she was the victim in this entire situation. Amazing, isn't it? Dominique rolled her eyes, hating the fact that her sister was now standing in front of her, acting like she was the better person.

She moved away from the door and walked over to one of the walls, her arms remaining crossed over her chest. She refused to bring them down to her sides; it was the only way that she really felt comfortable. Leaning her back against the wall, she slid down it and pulled her slim legs up to her chest. She continued to watch Victoire, and ignored her next comment. "You look like shit," she had said, and Dominique had somehow refrained from replying. She didn't really feel like stating the obvious and saying that her comment was just so sweet. Dominique shook her head, and turned away. However, when she began to smell smoke, she turned her head back and watched her sister light up a cigarette, and rolled her eyes. It was as if Victoire thought that she was making herself look cool by smoking in front of her. Despite all of the shit that Dominique had tried--and, believe me, there's a lot of shit--she had automatically disliked cigarettes. She just didn't like the way they tasted. And, of course, since her sister smoked them, she had disliked them even more. She watched her sister for a split second, and turned away again. She didn't feel like arguing anymore, not with her raging headache that didn't seem like it was going away anytime soon. "You never answered my question," said Dominique quietly, continuing to avoid the blonde's gaze. She just didn't want to look at her and see everything that she had once been, and everything that she could have been, all wrapped up in one, single person.

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

As Victoire continued to eye her sister, she felt the familiar, loathing bubble to the surface. The funny part was that, they hadn't always been like this. Glowering at each other from across the room, displaying their mutual dislike openly to the public to see and gasp at. She had always been the favorite... always. But now, look at her! Looking bitter and a dark additude to match her new dark locks! Victoire took another long drag, letting it clear her head. Dom was one of the reasons she smoked. It wasn't her fault per say, and she wasn't angry at her, like 'Oh why did you make me start?'. It was her and a lot of things in general.She had started in her fifth year, the smart of her sisters hatred of her and her family, when she went all... weird, she guessed. A long with the Dom situation, she had also had O.W.L's and she had just been so stressed out. So when someone offered her a cigarette, it was easy to nod thankfully and accept the white stick. It actually helped her think, if you could believe it! Victoire always had a thousand, different ideas running through her cluttered mind, and somehow the cigarette's less than healthy smoke seemed to go into her brain and untangle all her thoughts, blowing out the useless ones as she exhaled, leaving her with a focused, clear mind.

"What, aren't you happy to see me?"
Hah! That was a laugh! Victoire raised a slim eyebrow in silent response to this question. It didn't need to be answered. They were both acutely aware of what the two sisters felt about each other. And it wasn't the normal sisterly feelings. If anything for Victoire it was plain irritation and loathing. Oh how, she hated when Dom managed to get under her skin like that! Victoire felt like punching a stone wall whenever she did that; just read her like an open book, like it was just so easy! And yet Dominque stood there, as obtuse and stoney as usual. It was like she put up a barrier, a stone wall behind those eyes, cold and unfeeling, as Victoire saw it. Thats what Dom had become, a stone. A cold, hard, unfeeling stone. It suited her, and Victoire thought it was rather charitable of her, because she could have said something much worse about that little... Well, anyways.


High pitched giggling came from one of the many bedrooms in Shell Cottage. Two little girls, both as blonde as golden wheat were laying down on their stomachs, feet kicking in the air absently as they talked, their foreheads together as she shared secrets. The older one -and it was hard telling which was which, the two were so alike- bit her lip before she said with a wistful, dramatic sigh,
"I wish I had your eyes."
The younger one, shrugged casually before rolling onto her back, staring up at the ceiling with her sparkling dark orbs, watching the painted clouds that were enchanted to move across the ceiling, replied,
"They're okay, I guess. Eyes are eyes."
The eldest rolled her own eyes-blue- as she said in a tone that implied that she thought she knew best,
"Untrue! Eyes are the most important organ on your body!"
At this the youngest tilted her head back to look at her older sister, a half bemused look on her features as she asked dryly,
"Your eyes are organs?"
A moment of silence and then the two blonde siblings were giggling again. All was well in Girl World.



Victoire, blinked to bring herself back from the daydream-memory she had been pulled into. She barley caught her sisters next comment as she focused back in on the present,
"Why don't you do the whole world a favor and shut the fuck up?"
Victoire turned so her sister got a profile view of her, as she rested her still sore, throbbing head against the cool stone wall as she replied back with ought much inflection, almost in a bored way of their constant bickering,
"Pottymouth."
Again she fell silent, brooding as she watched the cigarette grow shorter, the more she smoked it. Life was so short for a cigarette. If only her life was like that... short and blissful before someone finally took the plunge and stubbed you out of existence.

You never answered my question.
Victoire looked up at the ceiling, as if the answer was up there, hiding in this tall tower, like a bat in the rafters. She finally let out a long sigh before she replied vaguely,
"Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I come up here to think."
She glanced at her sister and her blue eyes narrowed as she ended cooly,
"Y'know, to get away from everything and everyone."

[DOMINIQUE WEASLEY]

Watching Dominique and Victoire bicker and argue was an....interesting sight to see, to say the least. It wasn't the words that they exchanged per se, but the way that they both acted, and the differences that shone when they allowed their tempers to rage in such opposing ways. Victoire, always the fiery of the two sisters, was the first who would start yelling and screaming and become violet. Dominique, the youngest, however, would simply watch her with cold eyes, an amused smirk plastered on her face as if she was being entertained by her sister's temper tantrums. She would never yell or scream, but kept her voice quiet and soft, allowing her words to cut and slice through Victoire's body to her heart, hurting her where it was most tender. That was how Dominique fought, and it was probably the main reason as to why people would constantly whisper that she would have been better off being sorted into Slytherin, as the first Weasley to ever enter the House of the Snake. Dominique always remained and cold, almost as if she was made of stone. She had become the quieter of the two sisters, and she constantly read Victoire's actions and feelings like an open book, very well knowing that it annoyed her to no end. That was the main reason as to why she was so good at it; she had found that Victoire hated being read so easily, so she had decided to use it to her advantage. An interestingly dangerous turn-out, really.

They hadn't always been like this, hating each other with such a passion it could possibly melt a stone statue into liquid. Before, Dominique had practically looked up at Victoire as a role model, adoring her older sister. She had thought that the young woman was an angel, and that she wanted to be just like her. She could still remember the one time that, when she had only been about five or six years old, and had been curled up in her small bed, staring out at a raging storm surrounding Shell Cottage. She had been unable to sleep, and needed some comfort from the frightening storm. But, instead of rushing to her parents like any other child would, she had scampered into Victoire's own room, and slipped into her bed. "Can I stay in here, Vicky?" she had asked, her voice trembling from held-in tears. The storm is scaring me." Victoire had pulled her into her arms and held her, as if she was her own child and was protecting her from whatever harm that would come to her. And Dominique had felt that she couldn't have been touched with Victoire's soothing arms wrapped around her tiny bodyNow look at them. They despised each other, and would like nothing more than to push the other off a cliff just so they wouldn't have to hear their annoying voice. Yes, Dominique still remembered those times that had occured many years ago, but she did not miss them. Before, she had been weak and dependent, and now, she was strong on her own, with no one else trying to support her.

"Pottymouth," came Victoire's voice, her head pressed against the cool stone as she watched her younger sister. Dominique rolled her eyes, thinking that the girl was a bit of a hypocrite. It wasn't like she was so innocent either, even though their parents were sure that Victoire was still a little angel, virginity in kept and all. Ha, now that made Dominique want to laugh. She had heard enough rumors coming from the males in all Houses about how Victoire was a pretty good fuck, and that she was far from innocent. Hell, look at her now, sucking away at her cigarette as if she hadn't had one in an entire week and was a complete addict. Yes, Victoire wasn't as innocent as she tried to make herself seem in her cute little act. Of course, Dominique saw right through it. "Does it look like I give a fuck?" she asked, her voice cold and emotionless, as if her heart was entrapped in ice. That was what had happened to her, though; her heart was now simply ice, cold and unfeeling. That was who she was now, and she didn't care of Victoire or anyone else didn't like it. She was who she wanted to be, and this was the only way that she could save herself from being hurt again. Otherwise, if she wore her heart on her sleeve, she would just be betrayed over again and again, living in heartbreak until she was given the merciful bliss of death.

Dominique's dark eyes snapped to Victoire's face as she spoke once more, her voice trying to sound icy, as hers always seemed to be. "Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I come up here to think. Y'know, to get away from everything and everyone," she said, and Dominique rolled her eyes. She had easily heard the emphasis on the phrase "get away" and the word "everyone". She might have well said that she wanted Dominique to leave. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen for Victoire so easily. She wasn't exactly the type to back down from anything; her bold bravery that had made her a true Gryffindor had not disappeared from her, despite what others had whispered about her behind her back. Dominique stared up at her older sister with her blank, emotionless eyes, and said in a cool voice, hers now sounding as it truly should, "Go ahead and leave then. I'm not going to try and stop you," If her sister thought that she was going to back down and try to leave, then it proved that she truly didn't know her own sister at all. Dominique was not a coward or someone who was easily frightened, and she would not be forced to cower down in fear of her own sister. No, that sure as hell was not happening. She continued to watch her sister, before slowly looking away, and closing her eyes tiredly, as if it took her a lot of strength. However, she did not sleep; she couldn't let her guard down, not with her sister being in the same room. She trusted no one, and that most definitely was not going to change.

She leaned back against the wall, and rested the back of her head and her dark brown hair against the cool stone, allowing it to sooth her aching head and mind. She hated hangovers; they were always a real bitch to deal with. Dominique didn't normally get as wasted as she had the night before, but she had to. It was the only numbing solution, and she had needed it more than anything else in the world. Just something to take away her pain and misery and allow some good feelings to rush through her. She sure as hell knew that she didn't have that chance of getting it from someone. No one cared anymore. Her own sister had given up on her so easily after only one or two tries of getting through to her. All she had left was her father and her brother, but her father was not able to see her at Hogwarts, and her brother was always off with his own friends. And, the friends she had now were not as loyal and as kind to give her any of the happiness that she so desperately needed at that moment. Sonora could be a serious bitch sometimes, and she wasn't the one to go to for sympathy like that. She was, once again, on her own. And she never felt more lonely than now. "You know what I love?" said Dominique, her dark eyes now closed and her breath coming out of her throat with such slowness it was almost like she was dying. Maybe she was, on the inside. Dominique was too scared to figure out herself. "That after only one or two tries to try and get me to come back to my senses, as you had said so yourself, you gave up. It was as if you had no faith, or you couldn't even be bothered with trying to help me. Guess you don't have the loyalty that a true Weasley would have. Almost like when you went off to snog Scorpius Malfoy. I bet Dad would love to hear about that." She looked up at her sister, glaring at her with the utmost hatred in her eyes. Her expression was frightening; she had heard the rumors about her sister, and she was sure that they were true. She had no doubt about it.

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

Victoire, repeatedly banged her head backwards against the stone wall, trying not to lose her cool. It was hard with Dom, just leering at her from across the room, acting like she was so cool because she was 'an outsider' now. The eldest Weasley daughter was not known for her patience but for her fiery temper and impulsive actions, that she was trying to keep at bay for a while. She couldn't be rash around her quick sister, who could just stand there being just 'oh so slick'.

'Get out of my head!'
She thought to herself desperately as she continued to add to the bruise on the back of her head. As if by physically harming herself, her sister would be jostled out of her brain and fall out of her ear. It was useless though and she knew it. Even when her sisters looming presence wasn't within a hundred kilometers, it was like her constant shadow of self doubt was still covering her thoughts, waiting to attack every confident moment and try and bring her down.

Vic puffed angrily on her cigarette, blowing it out harshly so again her protective cloud surrounded her until it seemingly disappeared into thin air as it always did. She frowned, furrowing her brow as she said, her jaw clenching in an effort to not lash out, or do something irrational that she would regret later,
"No, Dom. It doesn't appear as though you care. How silly of me to think that you care about anything or anyone."
She cast a dark glare at her sister, as she hissed through her clenched teeth, appearing almost serpentine, as she tried to control the many shocking things she would love to hurl at her,
"My mistake."
Perhaps Scorpius or Anna was rubbing off on her. Or maybe it was an after effect of exchanging spit with Mr. Malfoy, himself.

She lifted her cigarette in the air as she randomly appraised Dom's haggard appearance as she said lightly, in a false cheery tone, with a hard edge to it as the volume in her voice escalated,
"To each his own no? I'll smoke and be the good little fucking tease while you go ahead and keep brooding in your dorm room, kept company by your Fire Whiskey bottle!"

However at the dark joke about leaving she frowned as she spat, her free hand clenching so hard her knuckles turned white, her long nails digging into her palm, breaking skin,
"Me leave? I was here first! You go find another tower to sulk in or perhaps go down to the room of requirement and try to find the hidden sherry bottles of that old divination teacher everyone says she hid in there for safe keeping. I'm sure they will just love your company!"

Victoire watched, her nostrils flaring slightly from the effort of keeping calm as she watched her dark haired sister close her eyes. A slight flush was entering her normally 'perfect' fair skin that was often likened to porcelain, offsetting her appearance, making her look almost more like a Weasley. For in truth it was one of the few traits she had picked up, other than the light freckles dusting her nose and upper cheeks that you could see more clearly in strong lighting.
"You know what I love? That after only one or two tries to try and get me to come back to my senses, as you had said so yourself, you gave up. It was as if you had no faith, or you couldn't even be bothered with trying to help me. Guess you don't have the loyalty that a true Weasley would have. Almost like when you went off to snog Scorpius Malfoy. I bet Dad would love to hear about that.

And that was when Victoire Adele Weasley cracked. Victoire slammed her cigarette into the stone wall, squishing it more than stubbing it out as she glared, livid with fury at her sister. She took a few threateningly steps toward her as her voice got dangerously low, into a hiss of anger,
"You dare! You dare try and turn this all around to blame it on me! Don't think I don't know why you loathe me Dominique!"
She threw her head back and let out a strange bark of a laugh as she continued,
"You feel threatened by me! Threatened by my beauty, my, my so called popularity! No, no, no! You loathe me because I'm everything you were! I stand for everything you fucked up!"

She looked half hysterical as her voice grew louder and louder until she was shouting,
"I am living your life as it should have been!"
She glared at her, stopping a few feet from her, the pale moons lighting complimenting her fair skin, making it glow in the lighting, her light blonde hair was slightly mussed up from having been turning around in her sleep, her nostrils flaring, her cheeks flushed and her eyes a blaze with fury. Though both the sisters were startlingly pretty, they did not look their best when they were fighting.

"Because you didn't have the balls to really live it out! I always was second best next to Mummy's little Dominique! So when you tore yourself up over one stupid relationship I stepped up and seized my chance! My killer instinct is what got me here and your stupidity brought you down to where you are now!"
She paused to catch her breath, looking livid with her fury, as the part veela continued,
"While you fooled around with stupid little Andy, I waited! Because I knew you were foolish enough to fall hard like you were strapped to an anchor and you were sinking fast!"
As she talked she continued to step closer,
"I saw it coming. What with poor little fifteen year old Andy surrounded by all of your gorgeous friends I'm sure it was just so tempting to get a little action from 'Sherry the slut.' "
She was barely a breath away and her tone lowered to her normal speak voice, her voice still hard and filled with loathing,
"And so of course I wasn't surprised when it happened. You ask why I didn't try? Because you would have rejected my help! Hated me for it! I was doing you a favor in not hurting your pride, or so I thought! Oh and did I tell you the happily ever after to this story?"
A small dazzling smile graced her lips as she leaned in to whisper into her sisters ear,
"I slept with Andy the next week."

She chortled as if she had just told a very funny joke and backed up, as she ended with a bitterly happy tone,
"And you heard right! I snogged Scorpius Malfoy and I bloody loved it! I loved it Dominique, every single minute of it!"
She glared at her sister as she said quietly -though not gently-,
"I'm trying to live my life the way I want while I'm still young and pretty. Beauty and popularity, doesn't last, you of all people should know that. Thats the key to all of this... popularity nonsense. If you are captivating, or interesting enough you can be the biggest slut in the world and it wont matter because people will still be infatuated with you."

She blinked and breathed deeply and exhaled, whispering, her blue eyes full of unspilt tears of anger. But within a few seconds a hot tears ran down her high cheekbones as she whispered,
"I'm sorry Dom."
She turned away to face the window, so she couldn't see the tears fall, her voice growing softer, her shoulders trembling slightly,
"I don't like hurting you-"
Her arms wrapped themselves around her in a self embrace as she sobbed through gritted teeth, closing her blue eyes,
"-I just wasn't made with the capability to love. Just..."
She gasped for air before she shuddered darkly,
"Just to hurt. I don't want to be the enemy Dominique. I really, don't."