Unpredictable
Dominique has got a filthy mouth in three different languages.
It's the first thing that attracts Scorpius to her – he understands the English and the French, but he's beyond impressed that after seven weeks in Romania she somehow managed to learn not only how to order twelve different alcoholic drinks, but also how to swear like a sailor.
The second thing that attracts Scorpius is the fact that she hops-skips-jumps into her sister's wedding wearing a swanky tuxedo and a top hat – Victoire looks resplendent in her wedding dress, but the half-furious, half-exasperated look on her face ruins the view a bit.
So when he finds her strumming a guitar outside of Charms with a plaid fedora nestled into her light hair, it's probably a bit too much for his sixteen-year-old mind.
"You…guitar?" he manages eloquently.
She shrugs, and strums a complicated riff at him.
"This is ridiculous." He says. "Are you trying to make me kiss you?"
She raises an eyebrow, and leans her guitar against the doorframe. "What would you do," she says, thoughtfully, "if I said yes?"
…Well, what? He's not the unpredictable one.