WEASLEY, dominique gabrielle

ONE PERSON :


NAME: My full name is Dominique Gabrielle Weasley, but I prefer people call me Dom.

AGE: I turned eighteen on October twenty third.

BLOOD STATUS: I’m one eighth veela.

OCCUPATION: I’m currently employed at one of the British dragon reserves. Surprisingly enough, I'm the only girl that works there, so my day to day activities usually include doing most of the paperwork, keeping the office tidy, and of course the usual dragon reserve duties.

WAND: My wand is ten and three quarter inches, and is made of holly with a kelpi hair core. Upon purchasing it, I was told that it was rather ridged and good for transfiguration.




TWO CLASSES :


01. Arithmancy is my favorite class, always has been, always will. I love having to unravel the puzzle that the numbers present, and it’s just so straightforward! There’s nothing complicated about maths, you can either try and solve the equation using a certain method and be successful, or you can’t. There’s no in between, and no uncertainty, which is why it’s my favorite class.


02. Transfiguration is my absolutely least favorite class ever. It was just so boring, and nothing interesting ever happened! And don’t even get me started on all the complicated wand movements and super long incantations. Honestly, I don’t know why anyone ever bothers with the bloody course! I may or may not have skipped a large majority of my Transfiguration classes…




THREE REGRETS :


01. That one time I dyed Mum’s hair bright purple… the muggle way. I swear it was an accident! I definitely didn’t mean to leave the dye in her shampoo bottle, it just sort of happened… One minute I was trying to put it in Vic’s shampoo bottle, (she’d ‘accidentally’ dropped jelly on one of my dragon's the previous morning), the next Dad was banging on the door asking me to ‘please hurry up,’ or we’d be late for Grandmum’s big dinner. I must’ve panicked, thinking that Dad would come into the bathroom and see what I was doing, so I just slipped it into the nearest bottle. Turns out it wasn’t Vic’s, like I’d thought, but Mum’s. Merlin, the lungs that woman has. I was even outside when I heard it! Regardless to say, the end result was a very angry Fleur Delacour-Weasley and a no-dessert-for-the-next-month rule for me.


02. This one… Merlin, it’s probably one of my worst decisions ever. One of Mum’s distant cousins just had her baby, and both Mum and Grandmère insisted that the entire family go and visit the new mother. I was in desperate need of someone to look after a particularly sickly dragon, (no one on the reserve would go near it), and Matthew was the only one that stepped up to the plate. Matthew's the guy that used to let me stay in his dorm when it thundered. He assured me that everything would be under control, and not to worry while I was gone.

I came back about a week and a half after I’d left to find the reserve in complete chaos. Matthew had accidentally left the dragon's cage open... and the little thing was having the time of it's life terrorizing anyone that entered the reserve. it took me a good day to catch him again, and another two to set everything back to rights.


03. So by now you’ve probably got the idea that I’m not as social as I used to be… and if you haven’t, I know my family has. Almost as soon as I moved to the reserve, I stopped visiting every other day, choosing to send them letters instead. I don’t really know why I started ignoring them, it just sort of… happened. Actually, that’s a bit of a lie. I do know why, and it’s not exactly pretty. I spent seventeen years of my life living under the shadow of my siblings and cousins. I was just another one of the Weasleys; nothing special, nothing different. Now that I’ve moved out and escaped the constant comparison, I don’t want to go back. Don’t get me wrong, I still go to all the big family dinners, and I still arrange to see some of the family for lunch, or a movie, it just doesn’t happen as often as it used to. Oh, and I also see a large amount of my family through order business... but all of that's rather hush hush, so I can't say anything more about it.




FOUR PHOBIAS :


01. ASTRAPHOBIA – THUNDERSTORMS

I’ve been afraid of thunderstorms for almost as long as I can remember. Dad told me that whenever there was a really bad storm, one where the wind would be blowing so hard that the spray from the ocean was beating up against the house, and you could feel the house shaking from the force of the wind, that I’d hide. Sometimes it would be under the covers in my bed, or in with Louis, but wherever it was, it had to be somewhere that I couldn’t see the lightening. There was just something about the loud cracks, and bright lights that reduced me to a trembling pile of tears. I hate that I’m afraid of something most people find beautiful, but I can’t help it.

While I was at Hogwarts, I used to climb in with one of the guys I befriended. He never questioned it, just held me close while I made soft whining noises. There was just this silent agreement the settled between us, and it still stands today.



02. ACROPHOBIA - HEIGHTS

Heights and me… we’ve never really gotten along. I hate not being able to control where I’m moving, or how fast I’m going, so you can probably imagine just how terrified of heights I am. Don’t get me wrong, I love going on hikes and such, I just can’t stand not being on stable ground. For example, the common muggle ferris wheel. I loathe the things. When I was in my third year at Hogwarts, Dad got me to go up in one and I nearly died of fright I was so scared. It may have had something to do with the fact that he was rocking the carriage… but whatever, they’re still my least favorite ride.

I only really realized how scared of heights I was when my boyfriend in my fifth year decided it would be fun to run up behind me and scoop me up, (you can probably tell where this is going). As soon as my feet left the ground I started to panic, but he didn’t realize anything was wrong so he kept walking. I basically clung to him for the whole three minutes, trying as best I could not to cry… it was truly horrible.

So… yeah. If you ever want to get on my bad side, or feel the need to reduce me to a blubbering mass of tears and sniffles, that’s the way to do it.



03. GAMOPHOBIA - COMMITMENT

Alright, I swear that this one actually stemmed from something. I dated this not-so-nice guy in my seventh year at school. It was a horrible relationship, and it wasn’t a good give-take on his part, and it just really affected me. Just think about it for a minute; imagine thinking you know someone, loving them completely, and trying to do everything you could to make it work, but receiving nothing from the other party but a few slaps. It hurt, and the things he said just made me think it was entirely my fault. If I had only tried a tiny bit harder, done more to help the relationship, than it could have been saved. I know it’s stupid, but that’s how I felt.

The worst part was that a few of my friends told me he was bad news when I first started going out with him, but I refused to listen to them. And turned out they were right. But the worst part was that I couldn’t go to any of my friends, or even my parents once we split up. I didn’t want to see their expressions; pity, intermingled with a hint of their preconceived notions. It was something I had to deal with all on my own, and I’m just not ready to be hurt like that again.



04. PISTANTHROPHOBIA – TRUSTING PEOPLE

This, again, should be an obvious one. I’ve never really been one to trust people with my innermost thoughts or feelings, but the stuff with Joey seemed to trigger a deep seated uneasiness around most all strangers. Sure, I still confide in the people I got to know from school, and the occasional family member, but new people? No way in hell will I tell them anything. It makes me feel way too vulnerable, and a bit like a burden. They have their own lives and problems, so they certainly don’t need to hear about mine; it would just be another thing for them to worry about.




FIVE ANIMALS :


01. As soon as I walked into Magical Menagerie when I was eleven years old, I knew that the tiny kitten shoving all the other kittens around was the one for me. He was a brown fluff ball of fur, and once he got to know me, became extremely protective.

Whenever Vic would try and ‘borrow’ my toys, or whenever she started to have one of her hissy fits, Barnabas would fly out of nowhere and jump on her head! She used to call him a little demon… but he’s more a huge demon now. By the time I was in my third year, he was almost as big as I was. When I asked Mum why he’d gotten so big, she told me it was because it was in his genes. Being the ignorant little thirteen year old I was, I had no idea what that meant, but I didn’t ask again.

He’s adjusted rather well to living on the reserve, but I’m fairly sure he’s terrified of being eaten or burned to a cinder. But the best part is that he’s always there for me. Whenever it thunders, he’s always curled up beside me under the covers of my bed, and if I’m sick he always tries his best to make me feel better. All in all, he’s a pretty good friend.


02. Anouk is my puppy… one that’s not exactly mine, but I’m really good friends with his owner, and have taken care of him enough times for him to be partly mine. He’s a three year old Siberian husky puppy, and belongs to Matthew. Yeah, he’s the same guy that destroyed the reserve. Anyways, Anouk’s the cutest ball of fluff, and he’s always willing to run around, or just cuddle. He’s actually quite fond of the reserve, so I can dogsit him whenever Matthew needs me too.


03. My patronus is next! It was really no surprise to anyone when my patronus ended up being a chimpanzee. I’ve been told that I’m one of those people that brighten the mood as soon as I open my mouth, and I’m constantly jumping about. When I was younger, Dad used to call me his Little Monkey because I used to try and climb everything. But then again, it could’ve been because I used to run around the house scream and giggling at the top of my lungs… but whatever! I was a happy, overactive child, nothing out of the norm! Besides, it wasn’t my fault that whenever I went over to Grandmum’s she’d stuff me full of sweets.

When I first conjured my patronus, I thought back to when I was a little girl and my Dad would take me out for long walks along the beach. We collected shells, seaweed, and anything I found that looked interesting. Those walks were the only times I was allowed to get messy, as Mum absolutely forbade it whenever I walked places with her, and being a tomboy I absolutely loved getting messy. That’s still the memory I think of when I conjure my patronus, (not that I’ve ever needed to conjure it).


04. Fourth animal is the all-mighty Eagle! That’s right, I was a Ravenclaw. I’m not really sure why the Sorting Hat placed me with the eagles, as I’m not the brightest witch of my age like Aunt Hermione, or that into reading. I suppose it could be because I enjoy solving puzzles, and am really into maths? At least that’s what Dad said when I asked him what he thought about my sorting.

School was never really when one would call enjoyable for me. I much preferred the social aspects than the studious ones, and skipped lessons often enough that I was one of the bi-weekly detention goers. It definitely didn’t make my parents proud, and I can remember Vic flying into a rage because of my ‘reckless’ and ‘dishonoring’ behavior. But honestly? I didn’t care. All my classes were boring, and being the snot-nosed little troglodyte of a thirteen year old that I was, thought I didn’t have to do things that I didn’t enjoy. I grew out of that by the end of my fourth year, and by that time had discovered just how strong a competitive nature I had.

There was this one girl in my year and house that all the teachers adored; she got the highest marks, and always behaved like a perfect little doll. She was the one that triggered my sudden change in study habits. I was insanely jealous of her, and it only really clicked in my fifth year. That’s why I had hated her the moment I set eyes on her, and the reason I tried my best to get her in trouble. None of my schemes worked… which was when I decided to try and beat her grade wise.

Instead of goofing off with my friends, or going out by the lake to dance after classes, I’d hit the library with my bag full of books to study. It was a relatively mundane life, but it definitely paid off. My marks increased almost overnight, and I quickly became one of the high-mark earners. I remember feeling so proud of myself, and despite not beating the other girl, I always tried to, which in the end benefited me.

Looking back, I realize why the Sorting Hat decided to put me where it did, and I can honestly say that I was happy being an Eagle. Yes, Eagle. Not raven.


05. This last one is, again, a bit of a touchy subject with me; veelas. I know they aren’t technically animals, but that’s basically what most people treat them as, so I figured I’d include them. Now I’m only 1/8th veela, but I’ve still had to deal with all the problems that allure shit creates.

I’m a pretty social person, and really don’t have any problem with walking up to a random person and introducing myself, so making friends has never been a problem. It’s keeping friends that I find difficult. As you may already know, a veela’s allure is a bit of a funny thing, and some people struggle to control it. You can probably guess that I was one of those people.

Once I made friends, I would subconsciously begin to flirt with the people they fancied. It was horrible and often ended in a heated argument and a fair amount of tears, but what could I do? It was completely out of my control, and half the time I didn’t even notice I was doing it!

Nothing truly earth shattering occurred until the end of my fifth year. My best friend started dating this guy, and they’d been together about five months when I came in and basically trampled over their little couple thing. All three of went to one of those end of year parties, you know, the ones they have after OWLs are over? Yeah, those’re the one. I guess I’d had a tad bit too much to drink, and Becky had gone off somewhere to fix her makeup, so I was left alone with her then boyfriend. Before I continue, let me just mention that I’m an extremely affection drunk. Alright, moving on, let’s just say that I got fairly cozy with him, and we eventually ended up snogging in a broom cupboard. We must not have been as sneaky as we thought we’d been, because she eventually found us. Regardless to say, that particular friend never spoke to me again.

That’s when I decided that I’d start hanging out with guys instead of girls. They were much easier to talk to, and weren’t afraid to get muddied up with a little wrestling, or play drinking games. I kept a few of my female friends, but the friendships I developed with some of the guys were much stronger.

As you can see, being part-veela really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Not only did it turn my friendships into a disaster, but it also made me extremely uneasy whenever I dated anyone. How was I to know if the guy liked me for me, or for the veela?! So next time someone tells you they envy part-veelas, you go straight ahead and tell them it’s not all sunshine and daisies.