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Dominique

Prompt #1: Right.

"What, mom sent you so you could reason with me?"

Dominique sat on her bed with her legs and arms crossed. Her face and eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse. For Bill Weasley, there was nothing harder than seeing his little princess like this.

'It was even harder when she was right about his motives. Mother and daughter had argued. Fleur, too overwhelmed by the girl's temper, had asked him to intervene.

It was becoming a draining routine.

"Dominique..."

"You can ground me if you want. I don't care."

"That is no way to talk to your father."

"And I suppose you're going to say that it was acceptable for mom to yell at me?"

"Was it acceptable for you to yell at her in return? And don't even say that she started. You could've been respectful in your reaction and earn a more positive response from her."

He should've given up on that - if he couldn't explain this to his wife, he wouldn't succeed with his young daughter. He sighed. At least Dominique listened in silence and seemed to give it some thought.

"You said I could buy anything I wanted for my birthday" she whispered at last. "You never said I couldn't buy a cat."

"We've discussed more than once that we don't need more pets."

"We? You and mom, you mean? Because I never heard of it. The owl is Victoire's - I wanted a pet too! I guess you didn't take into account my needs when you said that!"

He had to remind himself that he was dealing with a teenager, and a moody one at that. If he hadn't handled Ginny when he was a boy, he wouldn't have known how to deal with Dominique.

"Yes, I did," he said calmly. "You need to focus in your studies. Cats require..."

"Attention and care! Yes! I know! I've cared for Victoire's owl enough to know how to care for a pet!"

"Owls don't compare to a cat in terms of attention, Dominique. You know this. You could've gotten an owl yourself, or even a Pygmy Puff..."

"One of those things Uncle George sells? They're too mushy! And why would I want an owl? Victoire is more than happy to lend me hers..."

"No, she isn't" he muttered with amusement. He was glad to see that his remark had earned him a half-smile from his daughter.

"Well, she isn't," she conceded, "but she does it if I beg enough. What, you think I'm not capable of caring for a pet?" she challenged.

"Maybe you can, but if your grades are so low now, how will they be with the extra responsibility?"

Dominique looked hurt by that question, and he hated to be the one hurting her. Why did he do it? For the family's sake, he guessed. It was Fleur's point, not his.

"I'm not smart like Victoire" she spoke at last in a low voice. "Get over it. I'm not failing anything; I'm doing just fine. I care for my kitty, dad. I'll have plenty of time for him, even if I do study more."

"You don't know that. You've never owned a cat."

"Now I do" she pointed out. "Aunt Hermione has cats, and Rose starts at Hogwarts this year..."

"So you're relying on an eleven-year-old to help you care for your cat?"

"A very smart, responsible eleven-year-old. My friend Sadie has also agreed to help, should I need it. But I won't. I'm being responsible about this. I even wrote to all of my roommates to check none of them is allergic..."

He looked at her sternly.

"You made sure it was fine with your friends, but you didn't make sure it was okay with your parents?"

"You have to put up with my kitty for two months of the year. They'll have to put up with him for ten months. Sounds about right."

To his surprise, he couldn't find a good comeback. He understood right then that he'd have to tell his wife that their hot-tempered daughter had won the battle.

Notes: Not much to say, other than I had fun writing Dominique. I'm already looking forward to the next 19 drabbles!

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-Karyn.