'cause I'm still awake | Victorie and Dominique

[Dominique Weasley]

To be honest, Dominique knew she should have given up a long time ago. She hated the dark, dank chill of the cold stone corridors, and she was missing her nice, warm comforter she might be wrapped up in on her nice, warm bed. She shivered a little, hugging her thin arms closer to her chest.

Victoire better not spend all night out wherever she was. She better hurry up and get back to the dorms or they’d find a frozen, redheaded corpse in the morning! Ugh, don’t think like that, you’ll freak yourself out, she told herself firmly. She shivered again Her Hogwarts robes were warm enough, but the wind penetrated the hallways like it was unable to do in the dormitories.

This was the last time she’d wait up to lecture her holier-than-thou sister. Someone else could moralize Victoire with a few snarky comments thrown in, she quit. Footsteps approached, and she shrunk back behind the statue of Miriam the Meticulous. The caretaker paused, and for a moment Dominique panicked, but then he continued on his way and she let out a soft breath of relief.

Her eyelids were getting so heavy, and it was getting so late, and she was so worried about getting caught. Who knew what Professor Malfoy would do to her? She was really going to let Victorie have it… when she… when she got… back.

Dominique yawned, somewhere between sleeping and waking, eyes closed, unwilling to interact with the world around her, but able to hear and feel and think. A slight sound jerked her into consciousness, and she wrapped her arms around her knees, perfectly miserable and regretting her eagerness to scold her sister for her curfew transgression.

lyrics by anna nalick

[Victoire Weasley]

inside you feel so tired
YOUR MINDS MOVE TOO FAST

Victoire didn't want to leave Teddy but it was even more past curfew, and if she was caught, she'd have her badge taken away from her and that is NOT what she needed at the moment! Crawling through the tunnel, her still slightly swollen lips split into a smile as she thought of her time with Teddy. He always knew how to make her feel good... and this time was absolutely no exception.

Pulling herself out of the tunnel, she closed it over and dusted herself off. Listening for footsteps and the caretaker, and looking around to make sure the coast was clear. She took off her shoes so she could make a quick and quiet run for it. Pelting quietly through the hallways, and up multiple staircases, she finally made it to the Seventh floor without a hitch. Someone was smiling on her tonight it seemed. She was about to the Gryffindor Common Room, when she saw red hair on the person sitting beside a wall.

Looking closer, she realised it was her sister, dozing by the Gryffie common room.

"Come on Badger... what're you doing so far away from the den?" she asked in hushed tones so as not to be caught out.

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Lyrics: Problem by Remy Zero

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[Dominique Weasley]

Dominique stirred at the sound of her sister’s voice. She was so tired… so much for scolding. Instead she yawned a little and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“W-what time is it?” she asked, grabbing the statue to pull herself up. She tugged on her hair, hoping it didn’t look unruly. She straightened up, but leaned against the stone figure for support.

“I was waiting for you… you were out really late. And you never break the rules,” she bit her lip, and told a white lie that would hopefully stir Victoire’s sympathy. “I was worried.”

Time to bring out the cute, she thought, shifting her weight to Victoire. She snuggled against her sister, and yawned again. “I’m so tired, Victoire. Why were you out so late?”

Ugh, she was dead if Victoire was in a bad mood! And she didn’t even get to reprimand her, instead she was practically groveling! Where was the dignity?

“Je suis tellement fatigué,” she repeated, this time in French. “J'étais soucieux quelque chose eu survenir à vous. Ce les méchant proviseur eu fait quelque chose vilaine.”

Translations (maybe, online translators are wonky): I was so tired… I was worried something has happened to you. That the mean headmaster had done something bad.

[Victoire Weasley]

inside you feel so tired
YOUR MINDS MOVE TOO FAST

"You were worried? Dom... when have you EVER been worried about me?" Victoire sighed and shook her head. "You aren't fooling me. That look works on dad, but not me, you should know that by now. And your horrid French... it's such a beautiful language... and you murder it."

"Eugh... I was in such a good mood," she grumbled, but couldn't help the smile that spread across her face and the warm fuzzy feeling that spread through her body. "You were checking up on me.. weren't you? What're you doing, Dom? Huh? I'm a Prefect... and you're out of bed out of hours..."

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Lyrics: Problem by Remy Zero

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[Dominique Weasley]

Immediately Dominique dropped the façade. Eh, it was worth a try. Crap, and that face worked so well on dad. The French worked on mum occasionally. Maybe she was improving… maybe?

Dominique didn’t even bother correcting her sister. Dominique Gabrielle Weasley appeared to be stuck with Dom. She wrinkled her nose, at both the nickname and her foiled plans.

“I’ve worried about you… sometimes,” she mumbled. She drew away from Victoire’s body heat just in time to see a reluctant smile. That particular smile… and her words…

“You were sneaking out with Teddy!?” she asked, louder then she should have. She smirked and sing-songed, “Dad’s gonna ki-ill you! And hey, I was out past curfew? What about you?”

Her voice rose in indignation, and it echoed off down the stone corridors. Dominique paid no intention.

“Merlin, Victoire. How come the rules don’t apply to you? Who died and made you Miss Priss, ruler of All She Sees?”

lyrics by anna nalick

[Victoire Weasley]

inside you feel so tired
YOUR MINDS MOVE TOO FAST

"So what if I was with Teddy. Is it really any of yourr business? It's hard not being able to see him. When you find someone that affects you like that, then you'll understand, until then, keep your mouth shut. It's not your place to lecture me," Victoire replied. She closed the small distance between her and her redheaded sister. "And if you tell mum and dad, I'll make sure life here for you is very uncomfortable."

She chuckled, and stepped back slightly. "Well, come on. I only have this year left. And I'm a Prefect... I was doing patrols tonight. Or so says the roster..." She smiled. "And what about you... Dominique... Why do you think you can roam the castle on the off-chance you'll catch me out?"

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Lyrics: Problem by Remy Zero

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[Dominique Weasley]

“Eww, Vic! I don’t want a lecture on how much you’re in loooooove,” Dom whisper/whined. Her sister had found that one, final true love. Great. Gross. Dominique still had a firm belief in the “boys have cooties” rule of thumb. Occasionally she got a ill-starred crush on an upperclassman, but in general she stayed clear of the complications of love.

Dom was more then a little irked. Victoire was blatantly abusing her powers. And on top of that, she was vilifying Dominique. How was that fair? Oh, mom and dad would kill her for being out after hours, but her sweet, perfect big sister’s misdemeanor would go undetected.

Sometimes life was wicked unfair. “I wasn’t roaming,” the twelve-year-old emphasized. “I stayed here the entire time.” She yawned. Ugh, she was so tired. And cold. And sort of hungry. Couldn’t Victoire be nice for, like, once? Merlin, what did she do in a past life to deserve Victoire as a sister?

Murder a baby?

[Victoire Weasley]

inside you feel so tired
YOUR MINDS MOVE TOO FAST

Victoire laughed slightly at her sister's reactions to things she was saying. "You roamed all the way up here... from the sub levels to the seventh floor to hope you caught me out doing something wrong. That's pretty twisted Dom."

Then her baby sister yawned and the blonde sighed. "Do you want me to walk you back so you don't get busted?" she asked.

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Lyrics: Problem by Remy Zero

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