Chapter 31: Dominique and Louis
Coffee flavour: tiramisu
Extra prompts: precious, admire, gallant
They had always been a unit, Dominique and Louis against the world. Victoire wasn't included in their little group (not that she would have wanted to be: very much beneath her dignity), and nor were any of their cousins.
They hadn't been close at first: Dominique had resented Louis for taking her place as the youngest. She was shunted sideways, now the easily-ignorable middle child.
But they had bonded, first, over a shared hatred of tiramisu, Victoire's favourite dessert. They had been inseperable after that, the precious blonde boy and the gallant, precocious red-head, sticking together and almost enjoying their status as Weasley misfits.
She had been the first person he'd told when he fell in love with another boy. He had been nervous, worried that no one would understand, but Dominique had; and she had persuaded him to tell their parents. Because whilst they were still Dominique and Louis, she knew it wouldn't always be so. She couldn't always be there for him, and so he needed to learn to rely on someone else.
Louis had been the first to find her when she died.
O...kay. That suddenly became very depressing. I hope I haven't put anyone off.
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