she shines like a diamond

VICTOIRE WEASLEY, 18, seer, seventh year at silvestris, Mentis, skilled at divination, ⅛ veela and all-around trying her best to be what she can and make something of herself.

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oneeightveela:

Dominique had to laugh. “Well, don’t worry, most guys don’t even know I exist.” she admitted with a shrug. It only bothered her some days when all her cousins were getting dolled up for the weekend and she wasn’t. On the other hand, she kind of liked the freedom of only answering to herself when it came to her whims. “You’ll find it when you’re meant to or some stupid thing like that.” Dominique assured her sister. Vic was too good not to find someone that deserved her. “But really, you will. You’re too special and awesome not to. But for now, we can be awesome all on our own, n’est-ce pas?”

“Anyone who doesn’t notice you is a blind idiot that I’m going to hit upside the head with a broom.” Vi offered nigh-immediately as Dom spoke of her own inability to be seen by the opposite sex; to be honest she wasn’t sure how anyone could not want to date her sister. She was beautiful, intelligent, funny... the more she thought about it the more she wanted to punch boys just for being stupid and not asking her out. 

... then again both she and Louis would punch any boy who did ask her out too. Or if they  hurt her. Or really if they look at her wrong. Perhaps they were the reason boys hadn’t been storming down Dom’s door.

“You’re right though, we’re awesome all on our own. Our luck Louis’ll find someone before we do it and make sure we know it. If he does, though, I say we make sure we vet her really hard and embarrass him at any turn.” The smile that shone then was blinding almost; she and Dom planning vague torture for their brother gave her reason to live, even if they both loved Louis to the ends of the Earth.

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isabellapommel:

Isabella sat there a moment just listening and taking in the blonde’s words. “Oh, trust me when I say I have no desire to know the future.” It was just something that had never struck her fancy. “Nor am I jealous of people that can.” Somethings were better left unknown in her book. “It would drive me crazy because I don’t want to know and there’s so many ways that it can change or whatever.” Didn’t they say every little choice effected something?

Isabella nodded. “I guess my parents are just used to it because Ilvermorny isn’t all that close to us either.” The distance thing had never really come up. “I think they’d rather I not go but they weren’t going to tell me no.” Not that it would matter considering she was technically of age. “I can’t imagine how it was for your parents though with all three of their kids signing up. I bet part of them were proud you all got in. Supposedly, it’s not all that easy to do.”

“They’re always proud of us. It’s one of their key personality points. It’s actually surprising how often they’re proud of us when we do any little thing.” Vi offered with a small smile, wistfully remembering her parents excitement the first time Dom had said a curse word or when Louis had used the potty; parents had weird milestones and celebrations for their kids.

She tactfully avoided pushing further on the subject of sight and knowing the future; she was with Bella in that regard. She sort of never had wanted to know or see, but she’d gotten stuck with it somehow anyway. A fork was stabbed into a potato, more playing with her food than eating it now, “What are you hoping to learn here, anyway? Just curious.”

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isabellapommel:

Isabella nodded as she reached for her water goblet. “Then I’d say it’s a good fit for you.” There certainly were things she enjoyed and didn’t and not all of them were necessarily good for her studies, but they were there to learn all kinds of things. “I can’t say I ever tried Divination. Just never had time in my schedule to try everything.” If she had time, Isabella certainly would like to try it.

“Oh, I definitely feel like we have more control here.” There were so many options and the programs were unlike anything they had at Ilvermorny. “More options too. I’m literally taking a little bit of everything and I love it. I’m kind of a nerd though,” she admitted with a sheepish grin. “It is probably the only reason they took me.” Isabella joked with a laugh. “My parents were a little unsure about me coming though, with it being new and all. I think they still are. How about your parents.”

“It’s one of the lesser loved subjects because most people who try it want to see the future and that’s actually... not something that’s all that easy. There are some notoriously good diviners who are actually frauds, it’s pretty unsettling.” Vi offered, reaching for her own drink to take a gulp and swallow down some for her parched throat; any time she got on the subject of the sight she got a bit anxious.

“Exactly, we can sort of control our own destiny instead of being forced into a singular path set out by our choice of future -- which let’s be honest most of us, including myself, don’t know what we want tomorrow, let alone in the future -- and also the whole mixed living situation where we’re not just buddying up with our own study partners is kind of amazing, right?” She was rambling, but it was a subject she was pretty passionate about, which made it easier.

She gave a pause, thinking about how her parents had reacted when all three of her siblings had signed up. There was some open weeping at the distance from family, but in the end they’d been encouraged to follow their dreams, because it’s what they’d done, “I mean weepy but surprisingly supportive? Dom, Louis and I are pretty blessed to have parents as understanding as ours. Mom was the weepiest one but even my dad got misty.”

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oneeightveela:

“Well…” Dominique thought about it for a moment. “Suppose it wouldn’t be surprising.” Not when you considered all the students that had fought in the Battle of Hogwarts back during the war. Was that what this was? Dominique wasn’t sure but she didn’t think it was impossible either.

Hogwarts was a lot of fun, Dominique couldn’t deny that. Especially considering she had Louis and a whole plethora of cousins there. “Yeah, but it had to be nice being the only one there.” Dominique loved her siblings and cousins but it was hard sometimes as one of the youngest of so many. “There isn’t anything I can do or even not do, that hasn’t been done before at Hogwarts by a Weasley.” Not that Dominique wanted to save the world, but it would be nice to be known for something other than her family; a feeling she knew most of the family felt at some point or anything. “But it’s okay, because I like having my own posse at school.” She told her sister with a smile. “But if I ever get a boyfriend, lets not tell Louis, deal?”

“Yeah, that’s the part that terrifies most people about what they’re building here. What if we’re being indoctrinated towards a new cause and we’ll end up being used in a war without even realising it? I know it’s not a widespread fear, but it is something I’ve heard.” Or seen, perhaps; sometimes Vi can’t keep track of which things were real and which were visions she’d had in a moment of glossy-eyed distraction.

The mention of branching out and finding her own crew made Vi smile; she really did want the best for Dom, even if it meant that she might get left behind at some point. In the grand scheme of things, family was the most important thing to Victoire, and in truth her siblings ranked above pretty much everyone. Her parents had each other, and the rest of their family had their own siblings or attachments, and for Vi it was Dom and Louis, and they would always rule her heart and actions.

Her attention drifts over to Dom with a small smile hidden behind her glass of juice, snorting, “I promise I won’t tell Louis if I catch you kissing behind one of the trees, non?” She was teasing, but it was her right as the older sibling, leaning a bit to bump her shoulder lightly against her sister’s, “I’d be lucky to ever find romance at this point, but I’m okay with it.”

Are you, Vi? Are you really?

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lucky-vaillancourt:

Felix shot her a smile and nodded, trying not to let his own sadness at the mention of siblings ruin their conversation. Every day he missed Estelle and her bubbly presence in his life. Still, now was not the time to be getting upset over something he’d spent the better part of the last few years trying to grapple with.

“It’s still strange to me that your parents sent you to different schools. What made them do that? Seems like a lot of work for what it’s worth. Besides we all know between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, our school was the more superior one,” he said, running a hand through his hair as they spoke.

He glanced up at the still curious eyes and shook his head, laughing a little under his breath. “Oh come on, Victoire, ma chérie, you flatter me but people are shallow. They think we’re pretty and that’s why they struggle to keep their rude little stares to themselves.”

He leaned back into his chair when she asked about his holidays, and tried not to tense up. His holiday had actually mostly involved the meticulous hiding of bruises, and one terse lunch with his mother, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. “It was nice. Spent most of it playing Wizard’s Chess with my dad and doing all that homework we had to get done before coming back. We also were in Nice for a few days.“

Sometimes she’d speak without thinking and it got her into trouble; it was a definite character flaw and one she was trying desperately to work on, yet instead of drawing attention to her own foible, a hand came out to touch his forearm and she allowed (and aided) in the change in topic, “Honestly, I think it was just that they asked for me, given my mother’s legacy there, non? It was not so much a choice on either side, but instead something that just happened. With Dom and Lou I think they just wanted them somewhat closer to the homestead regardless of our abilities.”

She didn’t, however, comment on the idea of either school being better; she couldn’t, she had love for both sides in her own way.

“We’re beautiful, sure, but I do not know that that is everything to it. Yes, Veelas, yes, beautiful,” It was not out of vanity or boasting that she allowed that compliment and statement to flow freely, but it was true so why deny for the sake of faux-humble sentiments, “but I think it is also the very air of mystery to you on the whole. You have a sort of refined bad boy thing going on which I am to believe is very appealing.”

She reached over to pick a piece of fried potato off his plate, biting through and chewing it for a moment before she watches his face; she knew some things, but... had hoped for better. She cared about Felix.

“Maybe sometime you can come to our house for a Holiday. We generally end up traveling to see relatives but sometimes mother is very much adamant about our own space and own time so it should not be too bad~” It was a genuine offer, without pity or ulterior motive; honestly she’d like him to meet the rest of her family anyway.

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isabellapommel:

Isabella nodded in agreement. “I think understanding can never be a complete thing.” At least not in her experiences. “I mean parents and kids grow up in different times…” She certainly didn’t know what it was like to grow up in a time of war and uncertainty. Her biggest concern in the last few months was if she would get into this new school she applied to and how she would felt if she didn’t. It didn’t really stack up in her book. “Maybe I’ll think differently if I get to have a family of my own.”

“I feel kind of foolish for having to ask,” Isabella started with a sheepish smile, “But what do you study here?” It wasn’t a huge school, so she figured she should know, but they were still getting familiar with each other. “I admit I only picked Corporis because I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Nothing was perfectly fitted for my interests. I don’t regret my choice though. It has to be good just being here, right?”

“I think honestly everyone misunderstands their parents then grow into that ‘now I get it role’. Should I ever marry and have kids I imagine it’ll be much the same.” She smiles and looks thoughtful a moment, spearing a sausage with a fork and biting into it to chew thoughtfully and let her mind percolate a moment.

The question, while catching her off-guard, was not brushed off in any measure; Vi just wasn’t used to people asking, “Oh? Mentis. I figured it could help with some of the things I have to deal with every day and I seem to have shown adeptness at Divination so...”

She scrunches her nose but smiles, not at all ashamed, but honestly she didn’t know how useful her own studies would be in the long run, “I think we’re all lucky to be here, and I already feel like I’m more in control, you know?”

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oneeightveela:

Dominique shrugged, “Guess I have to be good at something.” Being around people was just one of them and that was only because she inherited it from their father. She always joked she looked like mum and acted like dad, though she liked to think there was some of her mum in her two. Their mother was one of the smartest and bravest people she knew.

“I think most people are creatures of habit,” Dominique told her sister. “Even in the Muggle world they go through periods of staleness and then development.” Though she had to admit change was exciting. “Though I can see it because people are probably wondering why we’re all here.” Sometimes she wondered why they were there and why only certain people got admitted. “Either way, I’m glad you’re here, you know.”

Dom was definitely blessed with their mother’s looks, and before she’d awakened as a Seer, Vi had definitely had the attitude down. She was very much her mother’s child, but loved her father dearly and wished she could find some kind of common ground with him more than just the thread of DNA. She did have a sort of daredevil streak that could be attributed to him, but their mother was no slouch.

“Some people are going to assume they’re building an army of the best and brightest to combat something that we don’t even know about. How weird would that be?” A shrug lifted her shoulders delicately and Vi turned to look at her sister with a smile, nigh-on beaming at her, “I’m glad to be here with you guys too. I feel like the whole legacy thing at Beauxbatons was wearing thin, and you two seemed to have so much fun at Hogwarts.”

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arcsewiththorns:

“ NOPE. i disagree. just nope. i will not, and refuse to, get used to my brain feeling like it’s CAVING in. “ she shakes her head in reply, hands on hips and eyebrow raised. she had standards after all. which mostly included her keeping her sanity, somehow made harder by the constant N O I S E of others voices in her mind. “ and maybe we will be ?? but i’ll still be forced to have other peoples voices stuck in my mind ?? so i’m not sure if that’s a thing to be pleased about. “

Vi shakes her head slowly; Rosie was very headstrong, and somewhat dramatic, but she loved her nonetheless. Her head tips as she looks over at her and lifts her shoulders in a shrug, “The problem is family is always going to happen. We’re Weasleys.”

It was true. Victoire had a thought that if you found every Weasley in the world and had them link arms they could probably reach the moon and then some, but it might be exaggeration.

“Sort of like seeing people’s futures without prompt? We were blessed.” The sarcasm was palpable.

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“ finally. back from break. NOW i don’t have to sit in a house with half of H O G W A R T S. “ rose laughs, stretching out her arms and shaking her head slightly. she closes her eyes while saying, “ i’m not even related to most of them. just between my parents, they seem to know almost half of the wizarding community. who SEEM to take it upon themselves to drag their teenage children with them whenever they’re invited to our house. “ she sighs with a wrinkle of her nose. “ it’s not like we can’t literally be left at home to tend for ourselves. right ?? ”

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She knew she hadn’t been the target of the rant, in no small part because she was PART of the rant, but she sidled up beside Rose with a shrug anyway, “You get used to it, I was at it for a few years before you so I can totally get the frustration, though.”

Vi offered her a plate with a few sausages, some fried potatoes, half a portion of what looked like macaroni and cheese, and various other accoutrements, lifting her shoulders in a shrug, “Eat, drink, and be merry, because soon we’ll be ankle deep in studies again, non?”

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lucky-vaillancourt:

Felix slid into a seat next to a familiar head of blonde hair, and quirked a grin when he overheard what his fellow ex-Beauxbatons classmate. “You? An elder weirdo? Nah,” he murmured, nudging at her with his elbow.

He piled some food onto his plate and then started to pick at it, taking graceful bites and trying to ignore some of the curious eyes on him. He knew people got caught up in the whole half-veela thing he had going on, but the stares only got more intense when he was interacting with another part-veela. Sometimes it made him kind of uncomfortable.

“How was your holiday?” He asked her, trying to ignore the eyes on him. “Wish people would quit staring like we haven’t been sharing space with them for months now. You’d think they’d get used to it.”

Though she could be considered immune to the Veela part of him, she wasn’t immune to his charms. He was every part the type of guy she’d likely be into if she ever allowed herself romantic feelings again. As it stood, she just sort of tensed up a bit briefly at the flood of warmth that flowed through her in his presence, and silently blaming it on the Veela part of them both.

“Family’s family, it was nice to be able to share the school experiences that both me and my siblings had instead of different ones.” She said with a shrug; it was true that it was easier now that she went to the same school as her siblings, and it made her happy to be around them.

At the mention of the people staring, she cast a glance around, pale eyes falling upon a few girls (and boys) who gave her envious glances. She wasn’t sure if it was because him or her, but she banked on it being Felix himself, “You realise that if you were not half Veela they would likely still stare? You cannot blame it all on genetics, er, at least not in that way.”

She felt more comfortable after that; it wasn’t a confession of attraction, but the initial flood of feelings had faded away into a blessed happiness at her friend being back, “Besides, you can just ignore them and instead tell me about the thrilling Holidays at the Vaillancourt house.”

The smile she gave him was warm and inviting; she might have been a ship lost at sea if Felix hadn’t also transferred, even with her siblings there.

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magdalcnas:

If Lena was being COMPLETELY honest, she wasn’t really paying attention when she sat down, taking the closest free seat she could find. Later, she might say it was because she didn’t want to leave the other witch on her own ( which was true, it was practically her mission to befriend everyone ), but in the moment, all she had on her mind was rest. She’d been staying up late every night over break with her family and old friends, so now she was ridiculously tired out.

Hearing bits and pieces of the other’s mumblings as she sat, her eyebrows THREADED together in confusion. “ Elder weirdo ? Who are we talking about ? It’s Professor Thornheart isn’t it ? ” A smile on her face, her eyebrows settled back normally as her face relaxed. “ Go on, I’m intrigued now ! ”

It was more a startle than anything as Mags took her spot, her head turning to regard the girl with a look that wasn’t really confused but still mildly shocked. Her hair was beautiful, for one thing, and she seemed to have already settled into a pattern of speaking that felt so familiar as to almost be comforting.

“Oh...” She started, the misunderstanding having not been expected, but she laughed, “I had meant me, but...”

To be true, the whole of the staff of the school seemed weird to her, not on any conscious level or anything tangible, but the entire existence of Silvestris lent itself to the idea of oddities, “I think he’s wearing polka-dot socks.” 

A nod, it wasn’t really gossip, but she could have sworn she saw the socks peek out at one point and needed a way to not bring the focus back to her own weirdness.

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oneeightveela:

“It’s just one of my many charms, you know.” Dominique joked with a laugh and a wink as she glanced at her sister. Family had to count for something and luckily, she wasn’t one of those girls that hated her sister or any of her family for that matter; which was probably a good thing considering how many of them were around. “I’ll consider it.” She teased even though considering how much she hated shoes, it was safe to bet she wasn’t going to steal all of them.

Dominique shrugged. “Not yet, but haven’t been overly searching either. Figured everyone would find me. There’s not a whole lot of us here.” Surely they could just chance encounter almost anyone they were looking for. “You think people hate it here so much? I mean it’s not what we’re used to but it’s not bad either. I kind of like it.”

No one could bring her back to herself quite as much as her siblings, and she and Dom had always had a deeper connection than she’d ever expected; it wasn’t that she wasn’t also close with Louis, she loved her brother as much as Dominique, but the bond between sisters was somehow different at times. 

“People probably will find you, Dom, you draw them in like it’s easy.” A shake of her head and Victoire smiled, tucking into her food and taking a few thoughtful bites of a piece of a croissant before she gave a slow tilt of her head, “I don’t think people are afraid of it or hate it, I just think that it’s so new and different? People tend to stick to what is comfortable, non? It is why the Wizardng world was so slow for so long...”

It was the truth, at least as Vi saw it, and it might not have come in a vision or anything but she felt truly like people coming around to the idea of a place like Silvestris could take more time than they had, to be honest.

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isabellapommel:

“I do have my moments of brilliance, but lets not tell anyone.” Isabella told the other girl with a laugh. Isabella loved her little corner of the world and she really didn’t want to spend too much of it in the spotlight. “Oh, I’m Isabella Pommel and we probably haven’t. Not really the talkative type.” Books and learning were always more of her style when it came to companions. She hadn’t quite mastered the art of not being shy yet. “People kind of scare me,” she admitted with a small laugh. “I’ve seen you around though. We’re in the same year and probably one of the few that speak French around her. Though to be fair, I’m French-Canadian so…” She shrugged because proper French people sometimes didn’t think the highest of French-Canadian speakers. “My parents hated the French form of my name hence Isabella. Who understands their parents, right?”

She was surprised by how open Bella was right off the bat, having chosen in her mind to call her Bella, at least to herself; she wasn’t sure if the girl would like being called that in reality so...

“I think everyone has their moments of brilliance, but I can also understand the want to not harp upon it.” Shyness wasn’t really Victoire’s problem, she knew how to be social, and truthfully until she’d realised she was a Seer she’d had a much more active social life... but now it felt somewhat isolating to see bits and pieces of futures that weren’t even hers.

The biggest issue was, most Seers were right old frauds, but Victoire had a gift and in that was a rarity; as much as a girl loves being unique, she would have chosen any other way if she could, “I don’t think anyone understands their parents, at least not at first. My mother swears she understands now that she’s a mother herself, but I think it is all posturing, non?”

Another surprise for her was how easy it was becoming to talk to Isabella, especially considering her own penchant for avoiding connections, but she didn’t seem to mind it much.

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isabellapommel:

Isabella came to a stop besides the blonde, glancing over at her a moment. She recognized the face but she wasn’t sure she had talked to her all that much, which wasn’t saying a whole lot. Typically she didn’t talk to anyone. When she had applied to Silvestris she had promised herself she would leave her shyness behind but it hadn’t exactly worked out the way she planned. Strides were being made but she wouldn’t even begin to call herself popular by any means.

“Mine as well fully embrace it,” Isabella offered up. Her father had always told her to be proud of which she was; the good and the bad. “I mean there are certainly worse things to be and I doubt anyone is really weird. Look at where we are…”

A hand came up to run through her hair and shake it out a bit, before Vi turned to regard Isabella with a smile, “You know what? That might be the smartest thing anyone has said to me in a while.”

She didn’t, however, go on to explain that being partial Veela and also a Seer made her somewhat weirder among the already weird, but it didn’t seem like it would be THAT important anyway.

“I’m Victoire, Victoire Weasley, may I have your name?” Polite as ever, Victoire was raise with manners, at least by her mother’s influence, and sometimes it was more evident in the accent she held; Beauxbatons had had a lot of things done in French for the sake of it and it had rubbed off on her more where her other siblings had not had such in their time at Hogwarts, “If it’s not impolite to ask, anyway. I really hope I’m not making a fool out of myself and we’ve already met.”

She had the good sense and good manners to look sheepish, eyes down-turned for a moment.

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oneeightveela:

“It’s better than being a toad,” Dominique joked as she flopped into an open seat next to her sister, instantly reaching for a roll. “Or about a million other things I won’t mention considering we’re at the table.” She told her sister with a wink as she started filling her plate and glancing about to see who else was around. It was hard to miss being around the crowds at school with a family as large as theirs, but she had missed the buzz of excitement and chatter that was humming around them.

Dominique poured herself some water before looking back at her sister. “I even promise to behave myself and not borrow your clothing without asking. Except maybe your shoes… I’ve given you fair warning.”

Vi was definitely blessed to have family at the school, and beyond that to have a sister like Dom. She exhaled the breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding and glanced over to where her sister was filling her plate, deciding to start piling on her own. One thing they couldn’t say about the Weasley girls was they didn’t know how to eat. It was a wonder they didn’t balloon up with as much as they put away.

“For the fact that you saved me from being a lone weirdo just now, you can borrow my shoes whenever you want... ... just try to leave me some to wear, non?” 

She’d give Dominique anything in the world, truth be told, but her sister didn’t NEED To know that necessarily. Her body shifted to the side to gently bump into her side, “Seen anyone you know yet? I keep worrying some people won’t make it back. Like choose not to return? It’s worrying.”

[weasleyvi]

   It had been too long left to her own devices for Victoire; time off from school always meant her mind wandering and, often enough, her getting herself into trouble for various reasons. Even though it had only been six months, she already felt she was making great strides at Silvestris in learning to both harness and control her ability as a seer.

The return to school, however, was somewhat bittersweet, as beyond her siblings she hadn’t made too much progress in getting to know people or making friends. She had some acquaintances, but she wasn’t sure they were the type to have missed her over the Holiday or even worry about what she’d been up to.

This left the pale-haired ⅛ Veela shuffling oddly in her position, waiting to find someone to sit with at the feast; she didn’t want to crowd her siblings, but it might become her only option if nothing else came up.

Softly, more or herself than anything, she mumbled, “Nothing like being an elder weirdo...”