Little Perfect Dominique Weasley; not as heartbreakingly beautiful as Victoire, but everyone says that's a 'good' thing. Victoire the Veela skank breaks a few too many hearts.
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Little Perfect Dominique Weasley; not as smart as her brother Louis, but that's a 'good' thing. He's too much like Aunt Hermione and Uncle Percy combined.
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Little Perfect Dominique Weasley has red hair; but not WEASLEY red, a different, less orange red, but everyone says it is a 'good' thing: unique, special (weird)
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Lily is Dynamite; Lucy is a Firework; Rose is the Cliche'd lover; Roxanne is the Clown; Molly is the stick in the mud; and, of course, her sister is the S-K-A-N-K. So what does that leave for pretty little Dominique? She needs an adjective and there's only one left. So she goes for perfect. She puts on her fake smile and tells everyone she's fine; hides her already dream clouded eyes with glasses that she doesn't need and tries her very hardest not to screw up.
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But when you're only the perfect little spark, in a pretty big family of pretty big (imperfect) explosions, staying perfect is difficult. Amongst all the smoke and flames, you little spark-girl, you become invisible. SO you run run run away and find a boy who's just a little different (and if you knew his mother you'd know why).
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And so you play happy, smiley, I'm perfect, I'm fine with someone who wasn't a W-E-A-S-L-E-Y; and they don't buy it. That Scamander boy may be different and special, and he may believe in nargles and crumple horned snorcacks just like his mother, but he's still a Ravenclaw and he doesn't buy you're ice princess act, spark-girl. And he's a S-C-A-M-A-N-D-E-R not a W-E-A-S-L-E-Y, nature-boy, not a fire-child. And, darling, his wood is all you needed to go from spark-girl to inferno, and within a moment you're both stars and you've never been more proud to be Little. Perfect. Dominique. Weasley.