#esminique

[dommyj-weasley-blog]

[owl] OhmyfuckingshittingmotherflippingballsofAgrippa, I think past-midnight-loopy-from-too-much-smoking-and-not-enough-sex-Esme accidentally learnt something super stupid. Just, out of curiosity, why would you say you love Roy? And don't even lie- we all know you want to hit that ;D

Esme,

What kind of person writes that and DOESN’T tell me what you learned? Tell me you crazy woman! 

Um, err… I didn’t say i mean, the reasons I used to love him? Still love him I honestly can’t explain it without writing you a book, but in general I just loved who I was when I was with him. That and even the things I hated about him I wouldn’t have wanted him to change because they made him who he was? I mean, that’s super cheesy and vomit inducing I’m sure, but… I dunno. Aren’t most matters of the heart?

Why do you ask anyway? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS OWL WOMAN?

-Dom

[dommyj-weasley-blog]

Smooth Criminals || Esminique

The text from Esme couldn't have come at a better time. Following her correspondence with Teddy, Dominique had lost the momentary feeling of victory that came with ratting out her sister for what she'd done and was now feeling stuck about what to do next- especially now that she knew Roy was both in town and looking for her. What was he expecting, anyway? She'd hoped their meet up would be a one time thing- brought about and completed with a single purpose in mind. Revenge. She could use him the way she'd felt used and get revenge on two men at once. 

Still, she couldn't deny that her heart had stopped a bit at the news, though. That, and the desire the throw up all over her room had resurfaced. She'd reached for the firewhiskey on her bedside and twisted off the top, touching the rim to her lips just as her phone went off again- Esme's question about actually breaking into Hogwarts staring at her from the screen. Pausing to consider for a moment, she shrugged and typed her reply, grinning at the idea of breaking into their old stomping grounds to cause a little trouble. It had been too long, really- both since she'd broken the law and had fun with Esme. With a frown, she realized that she couldn't even remember the last time, honestly. Therefore when her phone buzzed and there was an enthusiastic reply, she swung back another swig of the drink and rose immediately to begin getting ready. 

Twisting her hair up in a high bun, she glanced in the mirror and startled a bit at the sight. Dark bags under her eyes, swollen from crying on and off for the past few days. If there was any chance of passing off as still being a student, it was hidden under the weight of the past two years crashing down on her in the past week. 

Grabbing some cover up, she slapped it across her face and did her best to fix the mess. It took a few minutes, but eventually she looked semi-normal and tossed it back away. Now running late, she grabbed the firewhiskey and tucked it into her permanently extended wallet, trying to figure out if anything else was necessary. After deciding not, she quickly apparated to Hogsmeade and began rushing towards Honeydukes, the smallest bit of excitement beginning to course through her veins. 

[dommyj-weasley-blog]

DJ! Did you know your initials are actually DJW? DJ Weasel! Haha how did I never notice this before?! Weird. Also, HOW DARE THY MOCK MY SHORTCOMINGS?! I've only been stuck in the Swiss Centre of Amputees! [i jest, i was actually running away with the love of my life: mars bars]

Ah, the tragedy of teenage menial labour! Sounds horrid! ...wait, did someone really try to kill him? Awesomesauce! Or. You know. Not. Horrible. Terrible. Not the point. Point is: GET THE FUCK OUT. MINI KURK?! He is hot! Like, H-A-W-T. Like, no Chase, but still? YUM. But LOVE. Jess must have flipped! Is that why you fought? Because I've never heard of anything else interfering with your frightening blood bond. Merlin, we really need to get together and have a proper chat soon! You've turned into a legit girl gone wild now! (Ha!) Which, also? DO you think the Kurk's are vampires? It's possible! But, wait, WHAT? I don't have a boyfriend? Omg, creep.

Or are you talking about Ben, now that I think about it? Because he's not really my boyfriend? Eh. Anyway.

TEQUILA PARTY SOON! Love you.

Body molestation from your second last ex-wife,

Esme.

Dear Esme,

You are officially hoarding all of the good drugs, and I am insulted you did not include any with your last letter. I'm practically in tears laughing over here, you twat!! But yes, my initials are DJ- why have I never gone by DJ Weasley before? So much cooler than Dominique, I tell you. My parents at least did one thing correct, it seems! You are in SWITZERLAND? If you fail to return with massive amounts of chocolate for me, I do declare this friendship null and void. Also, a cow bell. I will demand the cow bell above all else!

They did!! Yet where most people would appreciate life more after a near death experience, she decided to up her bitchiness. Think I might try to slip her laxative infused sweets and at least give her the runs for a day or so.. might be highly amusing, no? And yes yes... though I assure you there is nothing Mini about said younger Kurk ;) Jess did in fact flip, but she was only being protective and I understand that now, so we are once more walking the fine line between being lesbians as we always have! But really- VAMPIRES?! What would give you that idea? Though imagine he did have vampire blood in him? Dunno if that would be scary or incredibly hot.. hmm....

Duh, of course I'm talking about Ben. The man certainly made it seem like you were his girlfriend, at least. I dunno. Woman, get back to England so I can talk to you properly, will you? Sheesh [and I'm not creepy. I've only stalked you a few times... this month... hehe]

Tequila. YES. It's almost Cinco De Mayo, isn't it? Hope you are having fun you crazy woman you!

Love always and forever,

DJ Weasley

[nottmydaughter]

Rage | Esminique

If there was one thing Esmerelda Nott really could not stand, it was judgement. And that, unfortunately, was exactly what she was getting and from the one person she wouldn't have expected it from in the first place - Liam bloody Finch-Fletchy. So, naturally, she turned to the one person she knew could be possibly helpful at a time like this and had sent a note off to her favourite Weasley, asking her to meet in the grounds. Unfortunately, the waiting let her fall prey to her current favourite activity; pacing.

You see, truth be told, Esme knew she had wronged Liam and he had a good reason to be upset. The shallower, angry part in her, however, insisted that it was him who was the wrong one. He hadn't even bothered to simply talk to her about it; he had just confirmed the news and then decided to act the prissy little bitch. What, really, was she supposed to do then? "Christ, these Finch-Fletchy's are a pain," she muttered to herself, flopping down unceremoniously on the bank of the lake.