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DOMINIQUE WEASLEY
mood; distraitXsong; escapeXattire; x

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Dominique had quickly found herself abandoned after the train had stopped in Hogsmeade. Frank and Alice had disappeared, Minnie only catching a snippet of their conversation as they ran off, and Lily was nowhere in sight. Dominique looked around at the students wandering in groups and pairs, and frowned, perplexed.

"Well... this is a new feeling."

Her lips curled into a pout, her brows arched as she searched the crowd for potential company. She hated being alone in public, although she could never really explain why. Something about it made her feel vulnerable, as though she was under the radar, and that every glance at her was one of sympathy. Poor girl, all alone like that. She knew perfectly well the ridiculousness of that mindset, but nonetheless, she struggled to fight a grimace forcing itself onto her face.

Oh, come on, Minnie. You're not five. You don't need someone to hold your hand anymore.

In typical Delacour manner, Minnie turned up her chin, and threw on a smile before walking towards Galdrag's Wizardwear with a forcibly instilled confidence.

Being the overtly cliched 'blond chick' that she was, Minnie soon found that her prior discomfort was swept under the rug, its place in her mind shrinking as she found herself searching the clothing racks. Yes, she was a shopper. A girl who sometimes spent more than she meant to. She was as reckless with shopping as she was with everything else, and so it wasn't long before her arms were laden.

A momentary reminder of the howler last year sent from her mother after her excessive spending was discovered made her hesitate, and with a solemn expression, Minnie put back half of the clothes before making her purchases.

As she walked out the store, her next destination was already decided, and she slid the shopping bag into the crook of her elbow.

"Next stop, Honeydu- Agh!"

A pink blur collided with her legs, and Minnie stumbled back, catching herself before tripped. Looking down, her expression shifted from shocked to confused to irked.
"Sebastian? What the heck are you doing here?" She looked around, trying to catch her sister's blond head among the bustle, to no avail. Looking back at the cat, she grimaced. "Alright, come here..." The cat yowled resentfully as she scooped it into her arms, trying to wriggle out of her grip as she herself tried not to cry out as his claws dug into her skin. "For the love of Merlin, stop wriggling."

She and Sebastian had never gotten along. He was a cat that seemed to her, even more disagreeable than the typical feline. She remembered her undisguised horror when her sister chose him as her pet. Seriously? The hairless one? But it looks like a gremlin! Why is it inside out?!

Looking up, she looked around once more for Victoire, her reluctance clear on her face.