August 29, 2011

Age 8


Dominique sits alone in the cottage bedroom, her feet dangling off the edge of her bed. If she sits quietly enough, she is able to hear everything downstairs; the shuffling of feet, hushed voices, and even the squeak of a mouse.

"I can't believe it, Victoire. You're growing up so fast."

"I can't believe it… my girl… you'd better be in Gryffindor!"

"Can I play with your wand, sissy?"

The voices rise up through the floorboards, and they make Dominique feel more alone than ever. She listens to the excited buzz for a few more seconds, before finally clamping a pillow over her ears. She was never privy to the excitement her parents felt around Victoire. Victoire's first tooth, her first swimming experience, her first wand, her first pet, were all events that her parents remembered dearly. Being the first child, she had always received special perks that Dominique simply hadn't. Not only was Dominique the second child, but as she choked back tears, she also felt second-best.


Author's Note: I know that this drabble was a little more than 100 words, but I felt Dominique's jealousy was an emotion that I needed to get out there. I'm hoping a few shorter drabbles may make up for it. Also, as Dominique ages, I've been struggling with some story lines. I won't directly say what they are, but I'm toying with one that may involve more drama than originally planned. So, I've got a question for any readers; would you rather the story stay relatively fluffy, or would you rather a more dramatic twist?

As usual, feel free to review, it's always appreciated. Thank you!