A/N: Happy 11th Birthday, Dominque!
February 12 2012
"Eleven fifty-six."
Dominique lay awake in her bed, her head turned to watch the hands of the clock turn. It was almost midnight, so close to her birthday, and she couldn't sleep. She was too excited.
"Eleven fifty-seven," she whispered as the long hand of the clock reached the top.
Three minutes.
Three minutes until she turned eleven.
Three minutes until she was finally able to go to Hogwarts.
Three minutes until she joined her sister.
"Eleven fifty-eight."
Dominique was almost giddy with excitement. She had hated this last year and half. Victoire had gone off to Hogwarts, and she had been left at home with Louis. She hated how Victoire came home for Christmas and told grand stories of the castle, and the subjects, and the groundskeeper, Hagrid. If there was one thing Dominique disliked, it was being left out.
"Eleven fifty-nine."
Since she was born, Victoire had made it known to her little sister who was the favourite child. It certainly wasn't Dominique. Victoire got everything she asked for. She was spoiled and she knew it; as she reminded Dominique on a regular basis. There was only one day where Dominque had the complete and undivided attention of her parents, and that was her birthday.
Her blue eyes watched intently as the long hand of the clock slowly ticked past the '11'. She bit her lip excitedly.
Midnight.
With a cry of joy, she leapt from her bed and dashed into her parent's bedroom. She jumped on them, not caring that they had both been sound asleep and began squealing in excitement.
"Maman! Je suis mon anniversaire! Daddy! It's my birthday!"
Bill and Fleur groaned, slowly blinking their eyes open to stare at their youngest daughter. Dominque bounced on the bed, excitedly, her copper locks whipping around her chin.
"Dominque," Fleur grumbled. "Ma petite, it iz ze middle of ze night!"
"It's midnight, maman," Dominique told her. "I'm eleven today!"
Bill grinned at his daughter and sat up, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her cheek and she beamed up at him.
"Dom, do you know what eleven-year olds do?"
"Go to Hogwarts!" she declared, nodding her head frantically.
He smiled at her. "Mmmm, yes they do. But they also let their parents sleep."
When Dominique pouted, Fleur sat up and stroked her daughter's hair. "You can stay 'ere, wiz us, until ze morning?" she offered.
"It is the morning, maman," she pointed out, making Bill laugh.
"It iz not morning until ze sun 'as woken," Fleur told her. "Viens, ma petite, let us sleep."
With a sigh, Dominque slid down underneath the covers, between her parents and closed her eyes. Hopefully, in the morning, she would receive a far better 'Happy Birthday.'
A/N: A little short one. I hope you enjoyed :)