Prompt: Mother
My mother is insane. Literally. She thinks dressing up and flirting with boys is awesome.
See? That's not me. That is not Dominique Weasley's, commonly known as Dom, style. No.
My style is to get to know a boy. Then kiss him. Then become bf/gf. I don't flirt my way to what I want.
Because that's not my style. If only my wretched mother could see that!
But I have to deal with it for just four more hours. Then I'm seventeen. Then I'm legal. Then I don't have to listen to her. Not one bit.
Thank goodness for that.
A/N: I had some Bertie Botts beans (for real! I bought them at a lolly shop!) and I didn't look at the back, so the first one I had was bogie flavoured. It was disgusting. But the Harry Potter chocolate frogs were nice, and my cards were Olivander and Heathcote Bairbary/Myron Wagtail. I also got Converse shoes (yay!).