Post by Victoire Weasley on Jun 16, 2009 0:15:18 GMT
"I'll be back for the summer, Dom!"
Victoire stood on Platform nine and three quarters, looking down at her younger sister. It was remarkable how much the two looked alike, despite their great difference in years, though Dominique's blonde hair was more pale, and longer than her elder sister's.
She clutched her bags, tightly, looked around at the crowds, and sighed. Most of these families were saying goodbye to all of their children, and poor Dominique was only ten. She'd have to deal with both Louis and Victoire being at Hogwarts, while she stayed home, dreaming of her own letter, soon to come.
"Come on, kiddo!" Victoire plucked the small child from the ground, and swung her around. "It's only for this one last year. You'll get to come, next year, I promise! Then you can be in Gryffindor, like me and Lou!"
Behind her, the train whistle began to blow, signalling the time for the last stragglers to board. With sympathetic eye, she placed little Dominique, and smiled. "One more year,"
"Come on, Victoire!" A voice called, probably one of her friends, anxious to get a seat. Vikki huffed, kissed her sister on the forehead, grabbed her bag, and ran, waving as she dashed. Easily, she bounded up the stairs and wheeled into the nearest seat. She stowed her bags away, and looked out her window, where her sister was crying, and waving good-bye.
"You were cutting it close!" Her friend snapped.
"Yeah, I had to say good-bye."
Victoire stood on Platform nine and three quarters, looking down at her younger sister. It was remarkable how much the two looked alike, despite their great difference in years, though Dominique's blonde hair was more pale, and longer than her elder sister's.
She clutched her bags, tightly, looked around at the crowds, and sighed. Most of these families were saying goodbye to all of their children, and poor Dominique was only ten. She'd have to deal with both Louis and Victoire being at Hogwarts, while she stayed home, dreaming of her own letter, soon to come.
"Come on, kiddo!" Victoire plucked the small child from the ground, and swung her around. "It's only for this one last year. You'll get to come, next year, I promise! Then you can be in Gryffindor, like me and Lou!"
Behind her, the train whistle began to blow, signalling the time for the last stragglers to board. With sympathetic eye, she placed little Dominique, and smiled. "One more year,"
"Come on, Victoire!" A voice called, probably one of her friends, anxious to get a seat. Vikki huffed, kissed her sister on the forehead, grabbed her bag, and ran, waving as she dashed. Easily, she bounded up the stairs and wheeled into the nearest seat. She stowed her bags away, and looked out her window, where her sister was crying, and waving good-bye.
"You were cutting it close!" Her friend snapped.
"Yeah, I had to say good-bye."
