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Hufflepuff Auction Prompt: Day 25, Auction 3: Dominique Weasley
Word Count: 330
Proud
She wasn't like her sister. Victoire was beautiful, she was funny, she was popular. Victoire had a cool older boyfriend. Victoire was effortless in Charms and Defence, could tell a constellation from just a glance, could whip up liquid magic in the dungeons potions lessons.
Dominique wasn't like that. She wasn't funny except to the few people who shared her dry humour, she wasn't particularly popular, she didn't feel beautiful.
She was passable in her classes, middle of the pack, nothing special.
It wasn't that Dominique didn't want to be like her sister. She'd heard it from her teachers enough after all. She just… wasn't built the same way.
When their mother tried to teach the etiquette the way she'd learned herself in Beauxbatons, Victoire had taken to it like a duck to water.
Dominique had broken three teacups and gotten grounded for swearing when she tripped up.
The only thing Dominique excelled in above her older sister was sport. With a Beater bat in hand, Dominique was a savage, and any team that faced her was nervous about it as they flew into the air.
She showed no mercy and she was vicious.
It didn't win her many friends in the other houses, though Albus always made sure to congratulate her on the Gryffindor's wins after the matches.
It was only when she saw her father in the stands, cheering her on wildly with her Uncle Harry and her Uncle Charlie did she finally feel pride.
Pride that it was her they were cheering for. Pride that she could incite such raucous happiness in them as she welded her Beater Bat at an oncoming Bludger, hitting her mark when the Ravenclaw Seeker was forced away from the snitch to save themself a stay in the hospital wing.
For the first time, Dominique was glad that she wasn't like her sister.
For the first time, she was proud of who she was, not who she thought she should be like.
