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Dominique Odette Weasley

"Elegance is the only beauty that never fades."

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a character in “The Cursed Children”, originally authored by lightningpoint, as played by RolePlayGateway

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β€œ Elegance is the only beauty that never fades. ”
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F U L LxxN A M ExxxDominique Odette Weasley

N I C K N A M E SxxxHer friends usually refer to her as Dom or Domi, and her siblings call her Lapin, which means bunny in French. Her mother is the only person who calls her by her full name, but because she claims nicknames are inutile and that her full name is too pretty to be cut short.

B I R T H D A T ExxxApril 12, 2006

A G ExxxFifteen

Z O D I A CxxS I G NxxxAries

N A T I O N A L I T YxxxFrench

G E N D E RxxxCisgender female

S E X U A L I T YxxxBisexual and heteroromantic

S P E C I E SxxxOne-eight veela

B L O O DxxS T A T U SxxxHalf-blood

Y E A RxxxFifth

O C C U P A T I O NxxxStudent




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H O U S ExxxGryffindor, although she finds herself to be more of a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw at times and doesn't quite fit in.

W A N DxxxSycamore wood with a dragon heartstring core, 14 ΒΌ" and slightly springy flexibility.

B R O O MxxxShe borrowed a broom from Victorie when she took her flying courses on her first year, but decided flying wasn't her forte and never picked one up again.

Q U I D D I T C HxxxJust a fan, although she's quite a hardcore supporter for the Brazilian National Quidditch team.

C L U B SxxxPresident of Magical Creatures Club, and member of the Muggle books Book Club.

P E TxxxA Siamese cat named Beau (pronounced like bow).

P A T R O N U SxxxA blackbird.

B O G G A R TxxxLots and lots of insects and creepy crawlers.

O . W . L . ' sxxxHas not taken them yet.



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H E I G H Txxx5' 5" or 165 cm

W E I G H Txxx114 pounds or 52 kg

B O D YxxB U I L DxxxSlim

S K I NxxT O N ExxxSlightly tan

D I S T I N G U I S H I N GxxM A R K SxxxShe has a small heart outline tattooed on the inside of her left heel. She got it behind her parents' backs just as a sign of rebellion and independence.

E Y ExxC O L O RxxxBlue-green

H A I RxxC O L O RxxxBlonde with dark brown roots

O V E R A L LxxA P P E A R A N C ExxxBeing one-eight veela does help in the genetics department when one talks about Dominique Weasley. She's pretty much your typical gorgeous blonde, French (fifteen-year-old) lady who's got every boy she knows wrapped around her fingers. She's just the right height to be considered cute but sexy, and just the right weight to look slim but athletic. She does care about her appearance, a lot, and her morning routine revolves mostly around making sure she looks physically flawless. She won't admit it, but if anyone asked her what she would like to change about her appearance she would say her ears because to her they stick out a little too much and make her look like a monkey. But overall, no one can deny Dom is a gorgeous girl, even if that's just from the outside.



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L I K E SxxxDom is a classic woman; she enjoys reading magazines, drinking coffee and going out with her friends. She loves makeup, and will jump at any chance she can get to do a free makeover for anyone who volunteers. She's quite minimalist but not cheap, and loves wearing simple yet expensive jewelry to add an aura of sophistication to her look. Buy her flowers and a box of Belgian chocolate and she'll be all yours. She's a hopeless romantic, even though she goes through boys like napkins, and believes one day she will find her one true love. She loves fashion, dating, not being on time and getting what she wants. Because she grew up at her parents' shell cottage, she loves the water and the beach and can be found most summers bathing in the sunlight and swimming in the ocean.

D I S L I K E SxxxOne thing Dom is sure she hates is alcohol, and would rather eat a booger-flavored Bertie Bott's bean than take a shot of tequila or vodka. Some of the words she hates include economy class, second-hand clothes, and budget. She's quite an easy person to please but her taste is quite unrealistic and so she finds herself judging most people most of the time. She hates fake personalities, liars and gold-diggers.


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P E R S O N A L I T YxxxDominique Weasley is like a lollipop: colorful, dazzling on the outside, but empty calories and artificial sweeteners on the inside. She's outgoing, completely extroverted and a professional social butterfly. People gravitate towards her explosive and bright personality and everyone usually wants to be her friend. She's nice enough not to be considered snobby or conceited, but can manage to be intimidating and elitist, not easy to get along with. She has a big personality and can never quite fit in a specific environment or clique.

She's feisty, determined, intelligent and witty. But she's afraid being beautiful is her only talent. She's smart enough to know that she's not as talented as her siblings or as her friends. They all have a speciality whereas she feels like she's just there to entertain and be a doll. She keeps her head up and won't show her insecurities, but once someone breaks down her walls they can easily tell she's completely lost and in desperate need for someone to lift her up.

A true Gryffindor at heart, Dom is brave, loyal and courageous. She will always put her friends' needs before her own and would die protecting those she cares for. Insult her family or friends and you'll have a whole lot to deal with in her part. She doesn't give up easily and will aways fight to get what she wants or what others deserve. She's funny, nice, lively and quite the firecracker. Her father usually compares her to her mother Fleur and her grandmother Molly, saying how Dom's just as protective, fiery, and loving as them.


F E A R SxxxInsects, and anything small and creepy that crawls.

S E C R E T SxxxShe got a tattoo behind her parents' backs, and that's as rebellious and secretive as she can get.



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F A M I L YxxxFleur Weasley-Delacour (mother / 45), Bill Weasley (father / 52), Victorie Weasley (sister / 19), Louis Weasley (brother / 13)

H I S T O R YxxxDominique Odette Weasley was born on April 12, 2006 in Paris, France, just three years after her older sister Victorie was born. Both girls grew up quite happy around their family at their parents' shell cottage in England, and two years later their little brother Louis was born. Their family wasn't the biggest without with their cousins and aunts and uncles in the picture, but family reunions proved to be quite the massive party. Dom was taught from a young age the importance of family and so she has kept those morals as she's grown into a woman. Her and her siblings got along quite well (for the most part) and living on the beach was like a dream come true for all of them.

When she was ten years old, Dom got her Hogwarts acceptance letter and soon after that she was off to her first year at school. She was sorted into Gryffindor and instantly found herself being a part of the "cool kids" crowd. Ever since then she's been on top of the social ladder that runs through Hogwarts and will proudly hold that title against anyone who challenges her.

Through her teenage years, Dominique went through quite a change. She became more of a woman and her explosive personality matured into the elegant mess it is today. She is notoriously known for dating every boy available, but luckily hasn't earned the title of slut. She's too much of a lady to have such a vulgar title, or so she claims. You either hate her or love her, but one way or another she always ends up being the center of attention.

She's a great student, president and creator of the Magical Creatures club and proud member of the Muggle books Book Club. She's on her way to being a prefect and her parents couldn't be more proud, although she's quite lost as to what she'll do once she graduates. For her, school is everything and she's afraid once she enters the real world her reputation will go down and she'll end up working in the dumps. Call her a drama queen, but Dom knows "winner" looks way better on her than "loser".

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P L A Y E Rxxxlightningpoint or Fern

F A C ExxC L A I MxxxGigi Hadid

H E XxxC O D Exxx#ECC5C0

T I M E Z O N ExxxCST

S O N G SxxxDazzle - Oh Wonder and Golden Baby - CΕ“ur de Pirate



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Dominique Odette Weasley's Story

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Image"It's Davies with the Quaffle! He's barreling down the pitch, surely he can make- OH! And he's nearly knocked from his broom by a Bludger, a solid hit from the Harpies' Griffiths." The announcer's voice would be deafening were Rose' heart not already flooding her ears. The regular pounding slowed, along with the rest of time, as she sank low on her broom, aiming hardily for the Quaffle the Puddlemere United Chaser dropped.

Swooping in from below, Rose' hand grasped at the quickly descending ball with her arm fully extended. The second her fingertips brushed the rough, leather surface, time picked up to its normal pace and her ears flushed allowing the uproar from the crowd to take her heartbeat's place. The announcer's crooning voice cut in, "Newcomer Grasley has got the Quaffle! But, can she make it to the other end of the pitch? This could be the point they need to win, should they get the Snitch!" Rose looked down to the Quaffle that was suddenly tucked safely in the crook of her arm. A Bludger sped past her, sailing over her head by miles, a fact that didn't go unnoticed, "What a disgrace! Hunt’s aim’s so pathetic I’d be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me."

Paying no attention to Hunt's tantrum on a broom, Rose lined up her shot as PU's keeper snarled at her. The blue clad Keeper's face was pulled back and distorted as if Rose just couldn't focus on the other girl's face. Nonetheless, Rose cranked back her arm and made ready to throw the red beast into the right hoop. In response to Rose's arm flinging forward, the Keeper's broom took off to guard the ring. Unfortunately, it had been a fake out.

The Keeper was quick, but not quick enough, to notice that Rose's arm flung forward without the ball. Instead of tossing it, the redhead released it, allowing it to fall a foot and a half before spinning her broom, swatting the Quaffle towards the left ring. The distorted girl nearly fell from her broom with how harshly she leaned forward, urging her broom to just go faster. The Quaffle rapidly approached the ring, and the Keeper rapidly approached the Quaffle. The roaring of the crowd was once again drown out by Rose's heartbeat. It grew louder with every inch the red ball got closer to scoring. Rose couldn't tell if it would sail past the Keeper's reaching fingers, but right as she was about to find out, everything went dark. Dark and silent.

Rose has only ever been an early riser on 1st of Septembers. Waking up at 4 AM to check and recheck her trunk has become a yearly routine that has never annoyed her quite so much as it did today. With a dull, cracking groan, Rose rolled from her bed and onto the floor with a loud THUD. Errol II screeched as he ruffled his feathers, not appreciating the rude awakening. Lumos the Dog, who'd been sleeping at the foot of Rose's bed, didn't bat an eye; apparently used to such behavior. Hey, waking up isn't easy for anyone.

In years past, she would have called Albus to prattle on what their classes would be like and who they thought would be joining their Quidditch teams that year. Lately, he hasn't been picking up when she calls, so she just decided to forgo the whole thing. A deep frown started to work its way onto her face, but she quickly cut it off. After a few uneventful hours of checking her trunk [packed, as usual], answering emails [from her American Pen Pal and other muggle friends], walking the dog [slowly], checking her trunk [again], and actually doing her makeup [poorly], she decided it was late enough to wake up her brother, Hugo.

Walking into his room, she spied his feet hanging off the side of his bed. He'd been going through growth spurts recently and hadn't yet gotten a blanket to accommodate. She ticked the bottom of his feet, barely avoiding the instinctual kick that shortly followed. He grumbled something that was clearly a half-awake attempt to yell at her, but she couldn't pick out any words in particular. "Get up, Sleepyhead. I'm bored." His reply sounded like something along the lines of, 'Bugger off'. Well, at least she'd have something to do.

The Granger-Weasley kids had been milling about Platform 9 3/4 for a few hours before most of the other families arrived. Hermione always wanted to come see off her favorite children, but her Minister duties started early. Thus, Hugo and Rose arrived a number of hours before the train was set to depart. They begged their father to leave after the second hour of him tearing up between Wizards Chess matches on the board he'd given Rose.

Rose settled into a compartment and pulled out her [slightly outdated] cellphone. She was given the choice between a new phone or a new broom, though it's obvious what she would pick. Her new broom was supposed to arrive in a few weeks. She wasn't sure if the prefects were supposed to ride together to the school, so she sent a text to both James and Dom. To James, she asked if they were going to ride together. To Dom, she asked if the girl would please fix the travesty that was on Rose's face before too many people saw her.

In the meantime, Rose happily waved at any familiar face she saw through the window. When she saw the Longbottom Triplets, she tried to catch Frank's eye, hoping he knew about Prefect business, or at least to see when he'd want to start practicing. Unfortunately, Rose wasn't sure he saw her. Paying it no mind, she shrugged and fished a muggle book she'd brought from work to show the club from her endless bag. Knocking her hand into the smooth handle of her broom, she could already tell this would be a good year.

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Lucy had accidentally fallen asleep because she forgot to set her alarm for that morning - how strange (note the sarcasm). So her day had not started on the best of terms. Of course, her sister Molly had woken up early and was ready by the time their parents called out for them and told them it was time for them to leave to King's Cross station.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered while grabbing all of her stuff and trying to make sense of what she was going to take to Hogwarts. Lucy was a horrible packer and she usually brought the most useless stuff with her to school, later on realizing her mistake and regretting it for the rest of the school year.

This time she had limited herself to bring only a couple of Muggle comic books with her, her phone, t-shirts, jeans and her never-ending sneaker collection. Oh, and also all of her school supplies and her Hufflepuff uniform. And her broom. And her Quidditch uniform

She pulled her trunk behind her, grabbed her broomstick from the corner of her room and convinced her cat Mika to lay down on top of her trunk while she wheeled it to the front of her house. As she approached the front door, she could see her parents' faces and how they looked at her in disappointment. Smiling sheepishly, she placed her trunk on the back of their car along with her broomstick and called Mika to join her in the car seat she was sitting at.

The ride to King's Cross was excruciatingly awkward and filled with tension. Lucy had once again managed to slightly piss off her parents, but it's not like she cared too much. Once they parked inside the station and made their way to Platform 9 ΒΎ, Lucy quickly kissed her mother and father goodbye, and without a second look, turned around to look for her friends.

But before she could get too far, she felt her phone vibrate on her pocket. Taking it out, she realized it was a text message from none other than Frank Longbottom. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Just as she was writing back a text, she spotted him in the distance, and with a smile, she ran quickly with her trunk in front of her and jumped into the Longbottom's back like a koala. She was tiny, and she loved it.

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Dominique had gotten up extra early that morning to do her hair and makeup for the first day back at school. Because obviously she had to look flawless to make a good first impression - everyone had to think Dom had a fabulous vacation and looked better than ever. That's just how she liked it.

She had her hair up in a purposely messy bun, light pink eyeshadow, lipgloss, and of course her signature outfit: a silky white shirt, blue skinny jeans, a pair of brown women's loafers and a grey coat. As classy and perfect as always, not a spot out of place.

Dom had packed her trunk the night before and had left it at the entrance of their house. So, after breakfast, the only thing she had to do was wait for everyone eagerly at the door. "Dominique, you always hurry so much. Ze train won't be at ze station for another hour and a half," her mother Fleur protested, coming across her daughter standing impatiently next to her stuff. Dom just smiled at her mother and took her by the shoulders - they were about the same height.

"Oh I know maman, but I'm just too excited! You know how much fun going to Hogwarts has always been for me,"
she answered. Dom's life practically revolved around her social life at Hogwarts, so being home was mostly pretty boring for her. She was an extrovert, she craved attention and always loved being around big crowds of people.

An hour and ten minutes later, the Weasley-Delacour family were standing in Platform 9 ΒΎ, parents ready to say goodbye to their children once again as they left for school. Dom hugged her mother and father tightly and yelled a quick 'au revoir' as she practically skipped her way across the station to look for her friends.

Not long after leaving her trunk on the right carriage, she took her cat Beau and made her way inside the train. Once inside, she got a text message from Rose about wanting help with her makeup for today. As if her day couldn't get any better, now Rosie had volunteered to let Dom give her a quick makeover! Oh, how the heavens loved her.

She hurried to look inside different compartments for Rose, until finally spotting her sitting inside one with a blue-haired Rhea. "Well, hello love! I'm here to save the day!" she called out, taking a seat next to Rose and just giving Rhea a smile of acknowledgement.

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Jae-Sun was not one to dawdle. As with most days in his muggle life, he awoke early and cleaned his room. Then, he ate breakfast and greeted his mother. And then he got ready to leave for school. It was all very boring and methodical. Then again, this was the boring and methodical part of his life. His father didn't approve of magic, so despite being of age; he hardly ever used it at home. Soon though, Jae would be able to use whatever magic whenever he wanted. His fingers tingled and his foot tapped in anticipation.

This final year would be spent in the library, Jae decided. Not that that was different from any other year, really. He just had so many books left to read and not much time to read them. The library had the only copy of many books, something that annoyed Jae to no end during the summers as he didn't want to steal them. Fortunately, his exhaustive way of taking notes led him to not needing many of the books a second time. It's probably the one good thing his father had ever given him.

Speaking of his father, the man hadn't come home last night. He hardly ever did on the night before Jae left for school. Mason thought Jae's 'whole magic thing' was ungodly and often mentioned that if he wasn't "...a God-fearin' man, I'd have left you to the wolves." So, you know, he's not really a fan. Jae's mother on the other hand, loved to hear about her son's abilities. He knows she wishes she could tell the other mothers in her bridge club that he's a Wizard to show off, but she doesn't. She'd never break a rule like that. Not like her son.

When it came time to leave for Hogwarts, Jae and his mother packed into the tiny car she used to putter around town. Murdoch the crow was highly agitated at his placement in the backseat between Jae's trunk and the door. Unfortunately, that was the safest place for him to be when Jae-eun is driving.

It didn't take long for the two to arrive at King's Cross. His mother always insisted on taking him to the train, something Jae had just grown to accept. She never stopped ooohing and awwwing over the magical barrier between 9 3/4 and the rest of the Station. And even though Jae always gets directly on the train rather than hang around on the platform, his mother always insisted on waiting to leave until the train did. Jae realized in his second year that this was so she could gawk around at the other wizard families. He loved her, but he would be the first to call her nosy.

As he settled in a compartment with a few other students he recognized to be bookish "read the whole ride" types, he finally felt able to be himself. "Goodbye, mother." he said despite knowing she couldn't hear him.

When the train left the station, he stood from his seat and stretched. With a small smile, Jae left his nearly silent compartment where the only noise was the occasional flipping of pages to brave the loud corridors chock full of sound. He passed a few recognizable faces on his way to find someone to bother, but didn't stop for any of them longer than to give a greeting and ask about their summer.

Jae considered stopping to say hello to Rose, maybe he'd be able to say more and confess his feeling this time. But, he noticed her cousin and another girl in the compartment and decided against it. A small bout of jealousy took residence in the pit of his stomach, nearly ruining his good mood. However, he chose to find the girl who kept him from acting out selfish desires, Nova.

#, as written by sappho
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FRED WEASLEY II
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"Freddie Darling! Thirty minuets until we leave!" His mother's voice rang loud and clear from downstairs as he was in a particular vat of concentration. He drug his wand down his right forearm swirls and tendrils of black ink spiraling out onto his skin all the way to his wrist. It had taken him about a year of practice during his third year to perfect the Ink spell, and since then had been experimenting with what muggles called, tattooing ever since. For today however he managed to fashion a flourish of roses down his arm ending in the snarling form of a wolf on his hand. He admired his handiwork, and slipped his wand into the pocket of his sweatshirt. He had taken the time to meticulously pick out his outift, that morning. His appearance had always been a top priority of his morning routine, that was nearly more intense than his sister's.

He trudged barefoot down the stairs into the kitchen where a plate of pancakes was shoved at him. He took the plate from his mom and sat down at the table and began munching on pancakes while he watched his mother finish cleaning the kitchen and putting things back in order. "Where's Rox? And Dad?" He asked his mother, feeling the fluffy head of his cat Binx brush against his foot from under the table. "She's still packing I assume, you know your sister. Everything's got to be in order. Your father had to leave early this morning to open the shop. He told me to tell you he loves you... and to not do anything he wouldn't do." His mother mumbled, promptly rolling her eyes opposed to Fred's chuckle before taking a seat at the table across from him. From the look on her face he knew he was about to get some sort of serious talk."Whatever Rox told you, if her hair's dyed a different color it's her own fault". His mother laughed and shook her head, "No Fred, we need to talk about your last year. As you know, your father and I are very proud of you getting Head Boy, but I'm asking you not to well, uhm, ruin it. I've worked very hard to help you build your grades up and behavior and I know you're a good kid. Just tone down the pranks, and behave. Ok?". It took all of Fred's will to not roll his eyes, or burst out laughing. However, he knew how much this meant to his mom and gave her a nod. "Of course Mum, won't let you down". She shrugged back with a sigh and smiled, "I love you very much, you know that?", Fred nodded and she opened her mouth to say something else but was interrupted by Roxanne's voice from upstairs, "Mom! Have you seen my toothbrush?!".

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Fred couldn't help but grin as he took a step on to Platform 9 ΒΎ, surrounded by the bustling crowd of witches and wizards. It was his last year at Hogwarts, and he was sure as hell going to make it count. He walked through the countless familiar and unfamiliar faces looking for those he valued most. He saw Rose and her trade-marked flaming Weasley hair disappear onto the train followed by Rhea and his favorite fifth year, Dom.

He still hadn't seen his best mate, James yet. Normally the Potter's were always here quite early. He pulled out his phone and shot the boy a text. The boys had never been anything but best friends and ruled Hogwarts together since their first year. The only problem was Rose continually followed around James like a lost puppy which meant he always had to be in her presence, the good side of that being he could annoy her whenever he wanted.

TO: James

Where are you? Can't bloody start the year without you.


He looked up from his phone and noticed Lysander wandering around without his other half, Lorcan. He knew that the twin was good friends with James to and Fred had grown a liking to the kind Scamander boy. He followed after him, "Oi, Scamander! Have you seen the Potters yet?" He called out to the boy.