Dominique Weasley
Dominique was a horrible name. I wanted a normal, English name, but no, mum had to go and me Dominique. Everyone just called me Domi, but I still hated saying my name when people asked. Victoire, could just shorten her name to Vic and no one would ask for her fall name because they'd assume it was something normal like Victoria. Louis; although it deprived from French was still quite a common name, but Dominique! Why hadn't dad stepped in to stop mum giving us such terrible names.
Victoire was sitting over on the Ravenclaw table; Teddy over at the Hufflepuff table. Teddy was chatting and laughing loudly whereas Victoire was talking quietly to her friend, Claire or something. Vic was nothing like me except for her looks. We could be identical twins. We had the same face shape, the same blond coloured hair, the same style of hair, the same figure but the only thing that differed in out appearance (apart from the height) were the eyes. She had my mum's deep ocean blue eyes, whereas mine were pale blue, like my dad's. We were both one eight Veela, which meant all the boys fell for us, more with Vic, her being older.
She hated all the attention that she got from boys and preferred to read and stay in her room; however I was always out and about talking with my friends. I loved the attention, I flirted back with the boys and I had many boyfriends in my time. I was bold, bubbly and never shut up. But neither did my cousin, James. Molly hung out with us, constantly telling us of when we pranked someone but it was all a laugh. We had a good time. We were the same age and now we were at Hogwarts. James and I were both hoping to get into Gryffindor, and now James was in Gryffindor it was just really me, but Molly wanted to be in Ravenclaw, which was totally stupid and boring. We were still going to be friends though, nothing could ever split us three up. Uncle Harry and Ron and Aunt Hermione joked about us being a younger version of them.
"Weasley, Dominique" Flitwick said. I walked up to the front, getting wolf whistles. That just made me start to strut and wink at some of the boys. They all laughed and cheered. I looked over at James and raised my eyebrows. We started laughing as I sat down on the stool. Flitwick put the hat on my head.
"Well, definetley nothing like your sister." It simply said before shouting out, "GRYFFINDOR!"
I grinned wildly as I went to sit down on the table, getting a cheer almost as loud as the one James had got. James ran up and hugged me tight. "Hey Jamie." I smirked happily.
"Knew you'd be in Gryffindor Domi!" James said.
"What's the bets that Molly's gonna be in Ravenclaw?" I asked him.
"Don't give up! She might get in Gryffindor." James said. I chuckled slightly until I heard McGonagall coughing, signalling for us to sit down. "Sorry, miss!" James called out to McGonagall. The whole hall filled with laughter.
"James." I hissed as we walked to the table, "Really?"
"I'm James Potter, funny, clever, talented. I'll do whatever I'll want." He said smugly.
"Well, you can shut up now because Molly's about to be sorted!" I whispered…