Post by truffle on Jul 18, 2009 6:19:03 GMT
Dominique,
Dominique Weasley shuddered, as an icy breeze rolled in through her window. Great, her room mate left it open. Again. She thought, with a frown, glancing over to the other canopy bed, when a large lump lay, shifting with each breath, snoring loudly and vigorously. Breathing in deeply, though wincing as the icy air cut in to her vulnerable throat, she lifted herself from off the matress, swinging her legs over to reach the floor. Pushing her weight down through her body, she lifted herself up, and pulled herself over to the window. She suddenly regretted only wearing a pair of blue flanalet pants and a simple white t-shirt. Reaching out in to the cold air, she tugged on the window several times, until finally it swung closed. After rattling it lightly to make sure it was firmly closed, she turned around, glanced over her shoulder to make sure her room mate was still fast asleep and snoring, which she was, before heading back over to her bed.
Dominique crawled in under the covers, though remained in an up-right position, hugging her knees tighly to her chest under the quilt for warmth. Sighing deeply, she glanced back over at the now-closed window, her grey-blue eyes - which had been given to her by her beautiful mother, Fleur - gazed out in to the black night. She couldn't help but begin to count the never-ending amount of eyes, staring beautifully back at her. Stars. What an odd thing, right? She couldn't understand them, it was as if they were in a completly different world then their own. She was a witch, for crying out loud, and she was bewildered by something as simple and petty as a star!
Dominique Weasley, daughter of both Fleur and Bill Weasley, was sixteen years of age. She'd inherited basically everything from her mother; her looks, hair, skin, voice. Though thankfully, didn't have as much of a temper as her mother did when she attended Beauxbatons academy for girls in France. She was a bright girl, though like any student, had her flaws in school. Herbology - ugh, what a drag! And flying, well... After an unkindly incident in the process of being taught how to fly by her uncle Harry when she was nine ended with her landing face first in the ground after falling five feet, heights wasn't really her thing. Although she found nothing more entertaining then watching a game of Quiddich! Just playing it herself wasn't exactly a good idea if she wanted to stay alive. She was quite a clutz, after all.
Dominique Weasley shuddered, as an icy breeze rolled in through her window. Great, her room mate left it open. Again. She thought, with a frown, glancing over to the other canopy bed, when a large lump lay, shifting with each breath, snoring loudly and vigorously. Breathing in deeply, though wincing as the icy air cut in to her vulnerable throat, she lifted herself from off the matress, swinging her legs over to reach the floor. Pushing her weight down through her body, she lifted herself up, and pulled herself over to the window. She suddenly regretted only wearing a pair of blue flanalet pants and a simple white t-shirt. Reaching out in to the cold air, she tugged on the window several times, until finally it swung closed. After rattling it lightly to make sure it was firmly closed, she turned around, glanced over her shoulder to make sure her room mate was still fast asleep and snoring, which she was, before heading back over to her bed.
Dominique crawled in under the covers, though remained in an up-right position, hugging her knees tighly to her chest under the quilt for warmth. Sighing deeply, she glanced back over at the now-closed window, her grey-blue eyes - which had been given to her by her beautiful mother, Fleur - gazed out in to the black night. She couldn't help but begin to count the never-ending amount of eyes, staring beautifully back at her. Stars. What an odd thing, right? She couldn't understand them, it was as if they were in a completly different world then their own. She was a witch, for crying out loud, and she was bewildered by something as simple and petty as a star!
Dominique Weasley, daughter of both Fleur and Bill Weasley, was sixteen years of age. She'd inherited basically everything from her mother; her looks, hair, skin, voice. Though thankfully, didn't have as much of a temper as her mother did when she attended Beauxbatons academy for girls in France. She was a bright girl, though like any student, had her flaws in school. Herbology - ugh, what a drag! And flying, well... After an unkindly incident in the process of being taught how to fly by her uncle Harry when she was nine ended with her landing face first in the ground after falling five feet, heights wasn't really her thing. Although she found nothing more entertaining then watching a game of Quiddich! Just playing it herself wasn't exactly a good idea if she wanted to stay alive. She was quite a clutz, after all.