Happy 4th, everyone! :)
America.
As the Weasley family exited the plane, Dominique broke into a run.
"Come back!" shouts the distressed voice of Fleur.
"Let her have some freedom. She's in America, the Land of the Free, the home of the Brave," Louis chimes in with a shrug.
"It's not ladylike," mutters Victoire, arms crossed.
"Ladylike? Are you kidding me?" snorts Louis. "That's one word I will never use to describe her." Dominique runs back, a huge smile on her face. She's free from being a little bird, cooped up in a tiny cage with no room to spread her wings and fly.
The family continues into a taxi after clearing customs, Bill riding shotgun and the rest of the family squishing into the back. They're headed to the hotel, where they booked two separate rooms. The three teenagers are squished into one room, which doesn't seem to make Dominique very happy.
"Damn," she says upon arrival, "You think they'd make these sibling-proof." Which they really aren't. There are only two beds, and Victoire promptly claims one of them for herself without any discussion from the other two. Louis and Dominique wrestle it out on the floor, competing for the other one.
Of course, Dom wins.
After a few minutes of staring out the window longingly, Dominique has had enough of being cooped up. Without any word of where she's going, the teenager sprints out the door and down the stairs, eventually making her way down to the sidewalk. The streets of New York City are busy and probably dangerous, but that's never stopped her before from going on a run.
She spreads her wings and flies.