"What in the world did you do to get banned from the kitchen? And how is this potion supposed to work? I don't want to get stuck in a wall or something."
"I mean it was to get this new creme brulee ice cream from the kitchens, which in itself is difficult to get into, but if you’re not up for the challenge. I can always ask… a different cousin."
"Merlin, there's new ice cream? That beats canary creams any day. And besides, you know I'm the fun cousin. Except for Rose. She's fun too, but she's locked up in the dorm at the moment, so you've got me. Lead the way, Al."
Lucy sighed at her cousin when Dominique raffled her hair, acting completely careless for the whole situation. "You are correct, still someone could have been hurt with that, Dom. More than that, when people start with doing such things, eventually it gets worse." she said, refusing to agree with the other girl way of dealing with the situation.
Lucy dried herself with a spell before start again "One of the problems is solved. Concerning to the homework, I will start it again. Studying is never too much, after all."
Lucy had always been amusing and today was no exception. Dom didn't even try to hide her amusement. "I don't think anyone would have been hurt, Lucy. And sometimes people need to let out some steam and this is a pretty healthy way to do it."Â
Nodding a little, she bit her lip. "Never too much studying, yeah . . . that's like saying there's never too many vegetables when clearly there are. You should come out for a walk with me or something. Give your brain a chance to relax."
Teddy had made his way - with a detour into the kitchens, greeting the house elves and snatching a few biscuits from them - up  the stairs. The Hufflepuff common room had been empty, except for a couple of first years which he had greeted politely, but hadn’t felt the urge to necessarily hang out with. It just always made him grin when those rather new students still stared at him and his hair, and sometimes he couldn’t help but let it change colour just then and there, just for the fun of it. Today though, he had spared himself the trouble and had instead rushed through the comfortably set room to make his way out as fast as possible.
Why though did it seem like the castle was dead? Where had everybody gone to, the weather was hell, they couldn’t all be scattered across the school grounds. But still, when he walked up the stairs and crossed the corridors, he barely met anyone, less anyone he thought was worth spending his time with.
The nagging feeling in the back of his head returned, that little dread that seemed to come every now and then that maybe some thought the same about him. But with a shrug he shoved the idea back where it belonged, into the darkest corner of his mind, while he instead formed the idea of really taking a walk. Screw the weather, he had wanted to go outside to play Quidditch earlier, now he was going outside. Maybe sitting on a broom wasn’t Teddy’s first priority in that rain, but at least getting some fresh though quite wet air was.
He hadn’t taken more than a few steps outside though, the collar of his shirt turned up to shield himself at least a little from the rain, when he heard a voice calling his name.
Teddy’s gaze flickered around and he spotted Dominique, sitting in the middle of the rain like it was nothing, cause him to laugh out loud.
“Oh, and you think it’s perfect for relaxing on a bench?” Within seconds, he was wet to the bone as well, just like her, both their hair sticking to their faces, and yet, he couldn’t care less.
“Cause you don’t exactly look like it came as much of a surprise to you while you were having a nap out here or anything.”
She laughed at his words, pushing her hair off her face and nodding. "Exactly. Nothing's more relaxing than sitting in the rain, you know." It was true for her, at least. Turning her face back up to the sky, she held her hands out and laughed for a minute. "It makes me feel like a proper witch too - the Muggle stereotype kind, you know. Not sure why but it does." Dom stood up, dancing around the bench as she studied Teddy.
He'd always felt like one of the family, given how often he was with Uncle Harry, and out of all her cousins and friends, she was glad she'd run into him. "So then, Teddy, what brought you out here?" Joining him, she linked her arm through his and tugged, waving down toward the lake.Â
"It's better at home, being by the ocean and all, but being down by the lake is good enough. There's something about watching the water drops on the water that's just really . . . soothing."
Eleven year old Dom had skipped ahead of her family through the entire trip to Diagon Alley. She tolerated the dull parts of the trip, like getting her school robes and textbooks, but the thing she was most excited about was her wand, rather predictably. Dom had frequently stolen her parents' wands and shot sparks at her siblings - and once she'd managed to send one of her mother's vases hurtling towards Vic's head. That had got her in a lot of trouble but it was worth it in her mind.
But now she was getting her own wand and she couldn't wait. Going to Hogwarts meant getting to learn real magic and even though Vic would be there, Dom was sure she could avoid her sister. She'd miss Louis, especially since they got to be pretty good friends in the last year, but going to school made up even for that.
"After you," Dad said with a grin, opening the door for Dom, Entering the shop, a strange calm swept through her. The interior was cool and dark and dusty and it didn't feel right to run around and shout in here. Mum took Vic and Louis off somewhere, which was fine with Dom. She had always been a daddy's girl and being alone with him made this even better than it already was.Â
"Ah, more Weasleys. I've seen more of you than I can count in the last few days," Mr. Ollivander said when he stepped out of the back room. He kept talking but Dom wasn't listening, too entranced by the stacks of wands. Her fingers were itching to curl around one but she couldn't until he'd done all the measuring. "I have several ideas, including a most interesting wand that came in recently. Try this."
Dom took the wand, holding her breath as her fingers encountered smooth dark wood. When nothing happened. she kicked the floor in frustration as her dad chuckled.Â
"No matter. Here, this one  might do . . ." But it didn't. Mr. Ollivander hummed and pulled out another box. "This is the one I thought about . . . given your mother's heritage, it seems quite fitting."
The wand was made of a pretty light wood, with some fancy carving that seemed delicate but strong at the same time, and Dom just knew that this would be right. She took the wand reverently, eyes getting wider as it warmed to her grasp. A quick flick sent red sparks dancing around her and her dad and she giggled in delight.
"I thought it would suit. Willow and veela hair, ten inches, springy."
He could hear the rain drumming against the window of his dormitory, hard drops of water hitting it in a steady rhythm, dragging his mood down like the droplets that run down the glass and vanished somewhere underneath the wooden window frame. This was neither the time, nor the weather for him to be alone here, sitting on his bed with his head buried in his pillow and his hair turned to a deep shade of purple out of pure boredom.
Teddy’s fingers itched for something to do; something that would keep his mind occupied from the storm that seemed to be going on outside and had kept them from having the planned Quidditch training he had been looking forward to all day. Instead, here he was now, trying to think of something to do and not let his mind wander to places he knew weren’t good for him.
Suddenly though, as if a blast-ended skrewt had exploded right behind him, Teddy jumped up from his bed. To sit here and cry over Quidditch training that wasn’t happening and thinking about a past he couldn’t remember much of wasn’t really an option. Not in his eyes.
He dragged a hand through his messy hair, making it change back to the bright blue he was sporting lately, grabbed his wand with the other and muttered to himself, “Bit of rain my ass, I’m gonna find someone, and if it’s the last thing I do.”
But before he reached for his cloak, his tie still dangling loosely around his neck, his eyes fell upon the framed picture of his parents on his nightstand, smiling and waving at him. It had been a present of his godfather once, and Teddy had cherished it since then.
“Don’t worry,” he grinned and winked at the picture, “I’ll dress warmly enough in case I go outside, and I won’t catch a cold,” he grimaced and saluted playfully, before he stormed outside to find someone to spend this boring evening with.
Dom had been in the common room with Rose, bouncing pillows off random first year students until the rain started. Rain always turned Dom into a child and today was no exception. She spent a few minutes running from Rose's side to the nearest window and staring out it eagerly before finally giving in to her impulses. "Going outside - back later!" She called over her shoulder as she ran into the dorm for a coat. Pulling it on, she dashed through the corridors and skidded on the stones as she avoided the crowd. But finally she made it outside and breathed a sigh of relief.
Rain at Hogwarts wasn't quite as good as rain at Shell Cottage. She liked to wander the beach, watch the water kicked into choppy waves by the wind and feel the grains of sand scraping her skin. The smell of saltwater was her favorite too, and she didn't get it here. But regardless of the setting, Dom enjoyed a good storm. The water made everything feel clean again and gave her hope that she could change. She didn't know why she associated those things together, but after a storm, she felt that she could be the person she needed to be for her family.
As she was the only one crazy enough to be out at the moment, Dom spent a good ten minutes whirling around in a dance of sorts, feeling every bit the witch she was - like a Muggle cliched version of a witch. When her breath ran short, she stopped her dance and stood for a few minutes, chest heaving as she grinned up at the sky. Hopelessly soaked by this point, she dropped onto a bench. Movement from the castle caught her eye and she looked up to see someone - clearly Teddy from the blue hair. Waiting until he was close enough to hear, she called, "Weather's a bit much for a walk, isn't it, Teddy?"
"It is something to be worried about, Dom!" Lucy said, exasperated "Indubitably there is something to worry when people go around the school to be part of such things, and that is precisely why this is against the rules."
She was relieved when a teacher appeared to handle the situation, but still slightly unhappy about it, since now she was soaked, and her homework lost.
"Oh, fantastic. Now I will have to start it all over from the beginning."
Dom couldn't help but giggle at her cousin; while she could be a little . . . aggravating, with her weird quirk for following the rules, she also was very amusing. "Oh come on, Lucy-goosey. Let them have their fun. They aren't hurting anyone." Reaching out to ruffle her hair affectionately, she gave Lucy a slow look. "Well I'm sure one of us could figure out a way to dry you, but I'm not sure what to do about the homework."