If it's hard to remember, it'll be difficult to forget.
Arnold Schwarzengger
Chapter 3: It was the end of a decade but the start of an age
"Dom, are you alright?" I asked. Dom was sitting at the 7th year table, rocking back and forth on her chair.
"Yes, I'm fine!" she said and quickly plastered a smile on her face. Tristan frowned.
"No, you're not." He said.
"I am too!" she protested and it was then when I noticed the letter in her hands. Tristan and I exchanged similar 'get-the-freaking-letter' looks and I lunged across the table. Jem who was studying for an Arithmancy exam let out a yell of disapproval and went back to his boringness and started testing Mason who we all knew probably wasn't going to do so well in the test.
The letter was gold trimmed and had a red stamp on it. My face paled when I saw the signature mark of a V and T in the center of the stamp. Tristan who was leaning over my shoulder looked merely confused. I got up, deserting my beautiful food and so did Dom.
"Where are you going?" asked Mason who was now holding a piece of my toast. Apparently if Gen stands up an invisible sign flashes 'FREE FOOD'.
I know It's creepy to refer to yourself in third person, don't judge.
"For some girl talk." I said and signaled for Dom to follow me.
"Girl talk?" whispered Tristan to Jem.
"Probably something about their periods." Mason said and the other two nodded in approval.
I crashed on Dom's bed and murdered quite a few of her stuffed toys.
"What's up?" I asked as she sat at the end of her bed, playing with her hair.
"Teddy and Victoire's wedding."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"What? Like all my family?"
"Not about the wedding! About what you're upset with."
"What, my life?"
I frowned. "How can you be upset with your life? You've got me in it! And Snow, Mase and Jem."
"You guys are basically the only good things in my life but other than that, it's just boring. It's always about Victoire."
"Well it kind of is her wedding." I pointed out.
"Even before that, it was about her! Did you know the reason I wasn't allowed to have a party on my seventeenth birthday?"
Suddenly the deserted dorm seemed a lot quieter.
"Why?"
"Because they didn't know."
I frowned.
"They forgot." Dom continued. I was shocked. "They forgot about my birthday and decided to have a party for Vic and Teddy instead. I got the cards you guys sent be and the presents but it was my seventeenth birthday and they forgot. Even Louis! When my Mum checked the calendar a week later she found out. She said she was sorry a few times then went back to dotting on Vic. Dad gave me a watch and Louis got me a discount to Monde de la Mode (Her favourite muggle shop in Paris) but only you guys remembered my birthday. You know how bad that feels?"
Dom's voice had cracked a little. I gulped. No, I didn't because even if my mother and father hated each other they both still sent me letters for my birthday and never had they forgot it was my birthday.
"But-" Dom's voice had become a whisper now. "But, Vic did remember. She gave me this weird look and crept up to me in the middle of the party and whispered, 'Happy Birthday' in my ear."
I gasped. "Qu'est-ce l'enfer?"
"Je sais!" she said laughing sarcastically.
On the outside, Dominique Weasley was just like any other pretty girl. Loud, slightly crazy and a whole lot of fun but I knew that somewhere inside she was just as insecure as any other teenage girl with the pressure of a perfect sister too.
Vic was perfect. There was seriously no other word to describe it. She was just plain and simply perfect. She looked perfect with silver blonde hair, porcelain skin and big, sparkling blue eyes. She acted perfect since she, unlike Dominique had decided to go to Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor. She would always be perfect since she was the first child of the 'Next Generation', first grandchild of the Weasley family, first one to get married and have kids of her own and most of all be first to try everything that Dominique wanted to before her only to make the statement that 'she did it first'. She had perfect grades being both a head girl and a prefect while Dom wasn't even a Tête and she spoke perfectly making her like by the elders. She was a perfect role model and had a perfect body which attracted the attention from boys but she had a perfect boyfriend so she didn't need any boys and she had perfect friends who admired her. In fact, there was no such end to perfection in Victoire Aurore Weasley's life. Well, that was all except for Dominique.
I've only met Victoire about five times and all of those times I don't even think she knew I was even there. I hung around at Dom's place a lot but Victoire didn't live there.
In short, I'm pretty sure Dominique Gabrielle Weasley is kind of jealous of Victoire Weasley.
"And that's what makes her even more annoying...She's perfect, she's Victoire and I'm just Dominique."
My natural friend instincts kicked in.
"Are you blooding kidding me you Crétin?" I snapped. "Yes, she's Victoire but you're Dominique! You're the one who set your room on fire! You're the own that got a job to pay for a present for your parents anniversary! You're the one who slapped the Putain who broke Jem's heart! You're the one who taught Louis how to get a girl! You're the one who's fearless beyond belief! You're the one who learnt a Non-Verbal charm before anyone in our class, even Jem! You're the one who Madam Maxime recommended for the Beauxbatons help award! You're the girlfriend of Tristan-fucking-Moreau! Yeah, Vic's Vic but you're Dominique, you're a bloody miracle!"
Dom looked as though she'd just won the lottery (Or whatever the muggle call it. Listen, the winning numbers are 38, 27, 26, 17, 28, 30, 23 and 7 if you live in Western Australia in 2021).
Dom lunged forward and gave be a bone-crunching hug.
"Tristan's not my boyfriend." was all she could manage. I smiled. Oh lord this was going to be a long year.
"No!" I laughed. "You're both friends with benefits."
Before Dom, the boys and I could count to ten, the week was already coming to an end. I spent most of Friday after noon trying to get a detention but it never really seemed to work out.
"What are you trying to do?" Dom asked me one day in Charms. We were writing some notes down before our 'excursion', well, we were supposed to. A group of girls sitting at the front of the classroom with matching makeup and hair pulled back in either such a high pony tail that'd put Sporty Spice to shame or a messy bun. They were all giggling excitedly of what Monday was going to hold for us. Me, on the other hand was charming dung bombs so they could be trademarked with my name.
"Trying to get a detention!" I hissed. Jem stifled a laugh.
"You're going to get suspended if you do that! Remember what happen to the short kid in Monsieur Merci's class last year? The one who threw dung bombs at him at the end of one period and then ran for his life? When he was caught he was lucky enough to get away with a suspension. Think what will happen to you."
There was a reason we called our transfiguration teacher Monsieur Merci, it was because he had none at all.
Monsieur Merci wasn't currently in the room. I wondered where he was. Everyone was doing their own little thing and no one seemed to pay any attention to the missing teacher.
I scrunched up my nose and put the dung bombs back in my bag. "Good point."
"Is there a reason you're trying to get expelled?" asked Tristan. Dominique burst out laughing. Apparently my torture was hilarious to her.
"Je sais un trou du cul qui va à l'école." I huffed.
"Et vous allez laisser ce trou du cul ruiner votre expérience amusante?" Mason said in such perfect French it made me feel like I knew nothing.
"Enfermer!" I snapped sticking my tongue out a him.
"Haha! Bea-ten!" Mason laughed.
"M. Durand et Mlle Henderson, pas beaucoup de gens aimeraient ici votre échange sur ce connard. Vous serez d'obtenir un Detetion pour la pensée de jeter dungbombs me manquer Henderson, mais qui sera à Poudlard qui vous iront aussi." Monsieur Merci was right behind us.
I groaned. "Merlin this guy is good."
"Where are you guys going?" I asked Jem who had a beach towel over his shoulder.
Mason rolled his eyes. "Ain't it pretty obvious Gen? To the beach!"
"WAIT FOR ME!" I yelped and ran back to my room to get my swimmers.
A boy talking to the group of girls I had seen yesterday in Charms smirked at me as I emerged out of the girl's section of the 7th year common room.
"What?" I demanded.
"Nice bikini!" he said. I was wearing a string bikini with SpongeBob on it.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "You're just jealous because SpongeBob has had more experience with any girl in a day than you have in a year."
"Slut."
"Manwhore."
"What was that about?" asked Jem as we started walking down to the beach. The beach was only a ten minute walk from Beauxbatons and was probably the only Wizard beach in all of Europe, heck, I bet it was the only Wizard beach in the entire world!
"Just some idiot who's jealous of SpongeBob here." I said smiling widely. The boys burst into laughter.
"Where are Dom and Tristan?" I asked.
"They said they'll meet us down there." Jem replied.
"Probably making out behind a bush or something!" I laughed. Dom was so lucky. She might've been living in the shadow of her sister but she had Jem and Mason, her best friends and Tristan her boyfriend-to-be and of course as selfish as I may sound now, me, her blood sister.
When Jem, Mase and I had got down there we found out that she was in fact lying on a towel, sun-backing. The beach was beautiful today. The sun was glared down on us and it was so hot that seagulls started to cry. The sea looked calm and welcoming and the air smelt like potato chips.
"Where's Tristan?" I asked as the boys sat down.
"He's coming." she said smiling and he did.
"Where've you been mate?" asked Mason running his fingers through his hair. A group of girls to the right of us in extremely showy bikinis sighed. He nudged Jem who grinned widely and waved. I swear they transformed into angry bulls or something, they started wrestling each other to see which one could get Mason, Jem and now Tristan's attention.
Dom looked just as disgusted as I was. "Quit it you idiots!" she snapped.
"Hey, hey! You get a piece of us every day but the other members of the female spices don't get to experience such luck. Don't be selfish Dom."
Dom slapped Mason so hard the other boys stopped staring immediately.
"Can't we have even a bit of fun?" Jem joked.
"Oh really? And would you like Dom and I waving our junk around to half the male population here at Beauxbatons?" I snapped. The boys went stony faced and suddenly Mason started punching his fist into his palm. Dom raised her eyebrow. "Apparently not."
"Jerks. Today's Saturday and in two days we'll be leaving for Hoggie's." (Hoggie's was the nickname we had given Hogwarts.) Dom interjected. All heads snapped towards her. "What are we going to do?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Jem said. "Study, make friends, ace the N.E..." the boys started at him. "Flirt with half the girl population at Hogwarts..."
Now it was my turn to hit Jem in the back of the head. "And you're supposed to be the responsible one!"
"I don't think I'm going to flirt with any girls at Hogwarts!" announced Tristan who then started to lean closer to Dominique but before he could do so Jem, Mase and I yelled in protest.
"EWWW! GET A ROOM!"
"Man! Not in PUBLIC!"
"Oh come on! You've had all week!"
"THIS IS WERE WE EAT!"
But Tristan shrugged anyone and started snogging Dom like the world was going to end tomorrow. I grinned widely and nodded at Mason and Jem who understood the message straight away. The three of us bear-hugged Dom and Tristan who stopped kissing straight away and started screaming at us to 'get-the-baiser-of-them'.
"Hey guys." I looked back at the ocean and suddenly I felt sad. I had escaped the place to come here and I was going to be forced back there. All I could do was enjoy Beauxbatons while I could. Well, at Hoggie's at least I'd have my friends their!
"What?"
"This is our last day on the beach for 9 months." I said. The others went silent. I turned to Dominique when suddenly I felt two pairs of strong arms grip my waist and hoist me up onto one of Jem's shoulders and one of Mason's. Dominique was yelling for Tristan to put her down and was gripping his neck so tightly with her legs that he started to go slightly purple.
"You're right Genevieve Henderson; this is our last true Beauxbatons moment." Tristan said. I grabbed onto Jem and Mason's neck and Dominique had moved onto both Tristan and Jem's shoulders. We kind of looked like cheerleaders.
"Smile for the camera!" said Jem and there was this bright flash out of nowhere with the five of us laughing.
And then the boys started to running into the Great Blue.
"We're going to miss this, aren't we?" I asked Dominique.
"Eh bien, merci Merlin pour le moment nous avons eu." she said and we all went crashing down into the wonderful blue water.
By the time it was Monday morning, I was seriously panicking. What was I going to do? Would they recognize me? Would they treat me the same? What if people in Beauxbatons found out about my history? What if the idiot found out my gift and our future other, would I even be able to face him then? Did my brother and sister know what was going to happen?
Of course they're going to know! I snapped to myself. A new schools coming to their school, they aren't going to no tell them!
Dom had even forgotten about her hatred for Victoire for a while and spent all Monday afternoon packing.
"And I think I'm going to bring the floral bikini and probably my blue scarf too. Is this jumper to much?" Dom asked me pointing towards a bright green parka with Tweety Bird on it.
"Nope, maybe we should've packed earlier!" I said stuffing everything I could reach into my bag. Yesterday, they boys, Dom and I had spent all day looking back on the times we had. We even found a picture of when I first arrived, our first picture together. Dominique was being piggy-backed by Mason and I was being piggy-backed by Tristan while little Jem was in the middle. We were all smiling like the moment was going to last forever, just all of us facing the world together. I had gotten new hope from my friends about Hogwarts. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad? Maybe I could actually get revenge...
But I was left wondering, was revenge what I really wanted from James Potter and Freddie Weasley?
"Are you alright?" asked Dom. I nodded. "No you're not. This is about James isn't it? And probably Freddie too."
"It doesn't matter!" I said, zipping up the suitcase. Dom looked worried.
"Yes it does. Listen Gen, they're my cousins...I'll try and get them to stop of they hurt you. Heck, I'll kick James in the balls if I have too!"
I smiled. When Dom refused to go to Hogwarts, her whole family except for her mother were confused. Being only small children then, Dom's cousins shunned her. As she got older, they got better but she never really felt that close to them, especially James who she'd despised ever since she met me. "Thanks Domino."
"You're welcome Genitals."
"DOM!" I yelled and tackled her to the ground. Lucy and Oriel looked very surprised.
"All aboard! Get on and make sure you've marked of your names!" said the conductor to every girl that passed into our carriage.
"This isn't a train..." A girl named Sarah pointed out but the conductor looked furious and ignore her.
Inside the carriage was amazing. It was just like our common room with a few couches surrounding a fire place, a bookshelf near a window and a double door out to a balcony.
"Come on, we'll be getting their in a few hours." Dom said. I felt sick, I really didn't want to go.
"Let's go to the balcony." I said.
"Hey Gen!" Dom called after me. "Remember, this time it's different. This time you've got us."
A/N: THANK YOU TO ALL THE NEW REVIEWS FOR THE LAST CHAPTER :) I'm not expecting this chapter the scrape in many reviews because it was just a filler chapter. WE'LL BE ARRIVING IN HOGWARTS SHORTLY! This chapter was to describe their last moments in Beauxbatons and how amazingly awesome it is. You'll be meeting all the characters you probably know about in the next addition of...FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS :) Thanks Lekha, Lily and poor Johnny :) AND THANKS TO YOU GUYS! xD
P.S: The line 'THIS IS WERE WE EAT' is a hilarious joke told or rather yelled by one of my friends. My friend and I were walking down to where we usually eating. My other friend has recently gotten her first boyfriend and won't stop making out with him around the school (in our school, snogging is allowed if you're confused) and my other friends and I would usually yell, 'LOOK AT THE GRASS! LOOK AT THE TREES!', I did yell that but my friend was like, 'THIS IS WERE WE EAT!" and they stopped kissing straight away. Oh, good old times :)
P.P.S: If you learn any French swear words and say them to your parents ho realize you're swearing in French, blame google translate and urban dictonary. Thats were it all comes from :D
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