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tamingthemuseTitle: Scarred
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #512 – Conquistadors
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 667
Summary: Dominique always felt under appreciated.
Dominique forlornly sighed as her mum and dad exuberantly gathered around her older sister. She had won yet another award at Hogwarts, just another thing to add to Victoire's massive collection. Her combined accomplishments made outsiders believe Victoire was the golden child. And considering she was the oldest out of all of the Weasley kids, she was sometimes put on a pedestal, and none of the Weasleys following had even a minimal chance of living up to Victoire's grandness.
Dominique sometimes felt as if she wasn't a true member of her family. Where Victoire was flawless porcelain, Dominique was scarred wood. Or at least that was how Dominique felt most of the time. Victoire was the conquistador while Dominique was the lowly bull. No matter what she did, it was never as good as what Victoire did before her. Her parents didn't say it in so many words, but she knew they weren't as impressed with her accomplishments as they were with her sister's.
Then one rainy afternoon, when fifteen-year-old Dominique was home alone, a young boy that was no more than ten showed up at the door to Shell Cottage. He was shivering under the falling rain and Dominique quickly ushered him in. She knew she wasn't supposed to allow strangers into the house, but he was a young kid, obviously in dire need of help.
Dominique got a blanket to wrap around his trembling body and after pushing him onto the loveseat, she knelt in front of him. "What's wrong? Where's your family?"
The boy soundlessly shrugged.
"Did you get lost? Separated from them?"
The boy nodded.
"How did that happen in the rain?"
Finally, the boy began talking. "I got into a fight with my mum. A loud fight. And ran off."
Dominique nodded and a knowing smile graced her lips. "I've had those before, with both my mum and my sister. I'm sure your mum is probably worried about you, though. It's not a good idea to go off by yourself in this kind of weather."
The boy sighed. "I know. I just got so mad."
"I understand. Believe me, I understand. How about I make you some nice hot soup while I try to figure out a way to get a hold of your mum?"
He nodded.
"What's your full name?"
He took a deep breath. "Xavier Rakel."
Dominique smiled and stood up. "Okay. I'll get the soup started right away."
It didn't take her long to make a bowl chicken noodle soup and while Xavier happily munched on it, she got on the Floo network and contacted Kingsley Shacklebolt, knowing he would be able to help her.
And just like she thought, it didn't take him long to locate Xavier's parents and soon, Dominique opened the front door to reveal a man and woman with anxious looks on their faces.
They didn't say anything to Dominique, but when they saw Xavier on the couch, they rushed passed her to him and engulfed him in a three-way hug.
"We were so worried!"
"Don't ever do that again!"
The two sentences were yelled simultaneously by his mother and father and Xavier glumly nodded.
They then turned to Dominique.
The woman stepped forward with her hands held to her chest. "I can't thank you enough for helping him."
"It's –"
"Helping who?" a voice interrupted just before Dominique's mother breezed into the room, wiping Floo powder out of her hair.
"Hi, mum," Dominique muttered, a bright flush on her cheeks.
The woman smiled. "My son was lost and your daughter helped him. And she found someone who found us and told us were Xavier was. She kept calm and made sure our son was safe. She's one of a kind."
Her mum looked surprised and Dominique wanted to hide under a rock. "Yes, she is one of a kind," Fleur breathed.
Dominique's sky blue eyes clashed with Fleur's ice blue. And for the first time, she felt her mother's pride, and it felt good.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #512 – Conquistadors
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 667
Summary: Dominique always felt under appreciated.
Dominique forlornly sighed as her mum and dad exuberantly gathered around her older sister. She had won yet another award at Hogwarts, just another thing to add to Victoire's massive collection. Her combined accomplishments made outsiders believe Victoire was the golden child. And considering she was the oldest out of all of the Weasley kids, she was sometimes put on a pedestal, and none of the Weasleys following had even a minimal chance of living up to Victoire's grandness.
Dominique sometimes felt as if she wasn't a true member of her family. Where Victoire was flawless porcelain, Dominique was scarred wood. Or at least that was how Dominique felt most of the time. Victoire was the conquistador while Dominique was the lowly bull. No matter what she did, it was never as good as what Victoire did before her. Her parents didn't say it in so many words, but she knew they weren't as impressed with her accomplishments as they were with her sister's.
Then one rainy afternoon, when fifteen-year-old Dominique was home alone, a young boy that was no more than ten showed up at the door to Shell Cottage. He was shivering under the falling rain and Dominique quickly ushered him in. She knew she wasn't supposed to allow strangers into the house, but he was a young kid, obviously in dire need of help.
Dominique got a blanket to wrap around his trembling body and after pushing him onto the loveseat, she knelt in front of him. "What's wrong? Where's your family?"
The boy soundlessly shrugged.
"Did you get lost? Separated from them?"
The boy nodded.
"How did that happen in the rain?"
Finally, the boy began talking. "I got into a fight with my mum. A loud fight. And ran off."
Dominique nodded and a knowing smile graced her lips. "I've had those before, with both my mum and my sister. I'm sure your mum is probably worried about you, though. It's not a good idea to go off by yourself in this kind of weather."
The boy sighed. "I know. I just got so mad."
"I understand. Believe me, I understand. How about I make you some nice hot soup while I try to figure out a way to get a hold of your mum?"
He nodded.
"What's your full name?"
He took a deep breath. "Xavier Rakel."
Dominique smiled and stood up. "Okay. I'll get the soup started right away."
It didn't take her long to make a bowl chicken noodle soup and while Xavier happily munched on it, she got on the Floo network and contacted Kingsley Shacklebolt, knowing he would be able to help her.
And just like she thought, it didn't take him long to locate Xavier's parents and soon, Dominique opened the front door to reveal a man and woman with anxious looks on their faces.
They didn't say anything to Dominique, but when they saw Xavier on the couch, they rushed passed her to him and engulfed him in a three-way hug.
"We were so worried!"
"Don't ever do that again!"
The two sentences were yelled simultaneously by his mother and father and Xavier glumly nodded.
They then turned to Dominique.
The woman stepped forward with her hands held to her chest. "I can't thank you enough for helping him."
"It's –"
"Helping who?" a voice interrupted just before Dominique's mother breezed into the room, wiping Floo powder out of her hair.
"Hi, mum," Dominique muttered, a bright flush on her cheeks.
The woman smiled. "My son was lost and your daughter helped him. And she found someone who found us and told us were Xavier was. She kept calm and made sure our son was safe. She's one of a kind."
Her mum looked surprised and Dominique wanted to hide under a rock. "Yes, she is one of a kind," Fleur breathed.
Dominique's sky blue eyes clashed with Fleur's ice blue. And for the first time, she felt her mother's pride, and it felt good.
