Dominique/Molly

Prompt: Unforseen

Unforseen

Februray 18, 2030

At first she couldn't believe what she was seeing. David had handed it to her a few moments ago, and yet she still hadn't opened it. Her brown eyes were fixated upon the sending address, written in the same, messy scrawl that Molly was familiar with but hadn't seen in many years. The suburb and street name was somewhere in France that she didn't recognise. But that name. The name that had haunted her family after her sudden departure. Dominique.

Molly traced the edge of the envelope with her index finger, trying to ignore the sudden waves of emotion that were building inside her. She hadn't heard from Dominique since she was twelve. She was now twenty-five, and some thirteen years had passed since she had made contact with her cousin.

She felt a little nervous. What could Dominique possibly want after so many years of ignorance? Molly was no Gryffindor; something she had accepted a long time ago. She was proud of her Hufflepuff status. But her courage was lacking, and as she sat there, with the envelope resting in her hands, she struggled with herself whether to open the letter or not. Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath, slid her finger underneath the flap and pulled out the letter.

It was an invitation. What was even more shocking was that it was an invitation to a wedding. Dominique's wedding. Molly couldn't help the little gasp that had escaped her lips as she scanned the pretty, silver paper. Her cousin was marrying a Frenchman, Julien Lefebvre, and the wedding would be held in the summer. Immediately, Molly felt a little guilty. Her own wedding would be soon, but she hadn't even thought about Dominique. Yet, even after all this time, Dom had still thought of her; had still wanted her at her wedding.

Molly smiled. That was just like Dom. She had such a pure heart, despite her troubled past, and even though she had barely kept in contact with anyone except Victoire and Louis, she still wanted her cousins to help celebrate her special day. A little tear formed in the corner of Molly's eye and she brushed it aside.

"David," she called out with a happy giggle.

"Yes, dear?"

"We better start saving up. We're going to a wedding in France!"

A/N: This is a little happier than some of my others. I'm finding it difficult to use the prompts with my Dominique head cannon, but I'm giving it my best shot. I liked writing this one. Dom marries a lot later than her other cousins, but after all the trouble she went through as a teenager, she's perfectly entitled to take her time.

Ages: Dominique (30), Molly (25).

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