"Dominique! Turn it down!" A young, blonde haired Louis yells. At 12 years of age, Louis still had the cute factor. His Veela looks stun everyone- he has short, messy blonde hair, perfectly pale skin, bright blue eyes and a pearly white smile that people would kill for, "Dominique!" He yells, banging on her breaking door.
Suddenly, his sister slams open the door. She is tall, skinny, with the same pale skin and blonde hair, but her eyes were electric and intriguing, an entirely new shade of blue. She used to be innocent and reasonable quiet.
But now, now she was a fireworks display. She was boisterous and loud, her Gryffindor shining through. She was a rebel, the devil, but with the face of an angel. If Dominique wanted something, she'd work to get it.
"What?" She yells, over the loud noise of Dangerous and Moving by t.A.T.u. Her hair was messily curled, her face angry.
"Turn it down." He says. Him and Dominique had a unique bond; neither of them got on with Victoire, and Dom would do anything for him. He flashes her his best smile, just to get the door slammed in his face. Wait for it. Wait for it. The music was turned down, to a more capable level of eardrum-bursting.