Dominique Weasley wasn't the smartest.
Not book-smart like Rose, or extremely good at Quidditch, or just completely likeable, like Lucy. She was far from dumb, but she didn't posses any of the talents of her cousins in the Weasley-Potter clan.
She wasn't stunningly pretty like her sister; no, she got stuck with the curse that was red hair and freckles and a pale complexion. She wasn't tall like Roxanne, or delicate and pretty like Lily Luna.
Dominique was the definition of a middle child, in every aspect.
Not that she didn't love her family - she did, really - she wanted to stand out, be her own person rather than be overshadowed by her Uncles' legacy or her mothers' status as a Triwizard participant. It was getting increasingly harder to become her own person - that wasn't too much to ask, was it? To just be Dominique Weasley and not the girl whose Uncle is Harry Potter, whose mother is Fleur Delcour, whose Aunt and Uncle were Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, whose Aunt Ginny played center Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies.
She just wanted to be Dominique Weasley and nothing else.
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Fantastic Beasts Challenge, category Gnome