Chapter two: Dominique

Candle flavour: Country Heather

Extra prompts: musings, riverbank, horizons


Dominique sat on the riverbank, dangling her toes in the cold water. The water was murky and dark, but she could still see the reflection of the sky, painted heather-purple and scarlet by the sun just dipping below the horizon.

She had chosen the riverside because it was close enough to the house for her to hear if someone called her; but still far enough out in the country that she couldn't hear the noisy hustle and bustle of The Burrow preparing for a wedding. She didn't want to think about the wedding anymore, or about her sainted cousin Rose. Problem was, everyone else did: they thought Rose's constant chatter about darling Scorpius was simply enchanting.

He should have been Dominique's! He almost had been, but then Rose had pulled him out from under her nose, waltzing off with him towards a happily-ever-after that Dominique knew she couldn't ever have.

She didn't want to think about the wedding, or Rose, and especially not Scorpius. She just wanted to gather up her musings and dreams and might-have-beens; and throw them into the river with the rest of the rubbish - just where they belonged.


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