Dominique Weasley knew what her name meant - Lord (Merlin, did her parents choose impossible names to live up to).

.oOo.

But living up to Lord wasn't as hard as living up to Victoire.

.oOo.

How could anyone live up to the perfect sister? A girl with gorgeous hair, perfect skin, and the best fiancé there was? Dominique was just the unruly middle child - the only Weasley (ever, honestly) to be a Slytherin. She was just a brunette, with dark blue eyes and dark t-shirts.

So silently she existed, making good grades (not as good as Victoire's), getting a boyfriend ("But he's not Teddy!"), and becoming Head Girl (but who cares, since Victoire's already done it?).

"Don't be jealous, you silly girl," her mother had said in her perfect French accent that only Victoire could perfect. "I'm an eighth Veela, too, Vic!" Dominique would scream as her older sister said she wasn't pretty. Was she really not pretty? Could a guy want her, even though she didn't have beautiful ice eyes?

Dominique Weasley's name meant Lord - but honestly, that was easy to live up to