ICN: I see Louis as so very gay. Like, not the stereotypical camp caricature but definitely one of those guys who never needed to come out, because his whole family knew he was 100% gay from infancy. Older than his years, too, and rather sarcastic.
HAIR: light blond.
EYES: blue.
WAND: apple, dragon heartstring, ten and a half inches.
Louis Weasley raised his eyebrows at his sister, who was pulling faces at him along with Fred. Even sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes couldn't make Dominique ugly. She didn't have the same impossible beauty that Victoire had, but she was still uncommonly pretty; her freckles seemed perfectly arranged across her peaches-and-cream complexion and her hair was a silky mop of red-gold, managing to look feminine despite the choppy punk hairstyle Dom had decided on during the holidays. Maman had been horrified, Louis remembered, but as he reasoned with Papa: if anyone could pull off a ridiculous hairstyle it was one of his genetically blessed sisters. Papa hadn't said a word during his wife's furious tirade, tugging nervously on his own ponytail and twiddling his ever-present fang earring.
Louis thought his sister was immense fun but she was crossing the line with her latest plan: a tongue piercing. Not only was she just fifteen, but Maman would probably blow up Shell Cottage in her rage.
Letting his eyes wander away from his rebellious sister, Louis snorted as they came to rest on his second-eldest cousin, flirting outrageously with a pretty oriental-looking girl. James was such a charmer when it came to women... if only he would extend that charm to his family once in a while. He had drifted somewhat from his old comrades, Dom and Fred, over the years at school – apart from his relationship with them as Quidditch captain and beaters, of course - and the three of them seemed to want to make up for it at the Burrow gathering each year, with unfortunate results for those present. Louis' sky-blue eyes narrowed as he remembered the sneezing powder in his salad. He had inhaled half a bottle of dressing and swore he could still taste vinaigrette on the back of his tongue.
Moving on to his eldest cousin, Louis shook his head in wonder as he watched Molly stifling laughter, pushing at the shoulder of the boy next to her. He still couldn't believe that his cousin had an actual boyfriend. Declan Finnigan was scruffy, cheerful and very cheeky, making him an extremely unlikely candidate for Molly's dubious affections. However, the sandy-haired young man was obviously devoted to his prim, short-tempered girlfriend and she certainly seemed more relaxed around him. Louis, along with the rest of his cousins, approved of anything which eased Molly's difficult temperament. Declan had turned up at the Burrow gathering during the holidays and the whole thing had been much improved as a result.
The Burrow gathering had really been very eventful, not least because Victoire and Teddy had announced their engagement. It was to be a long engagement and Vic had firmly stamped down on her ecstatic grandmother's chattering about venue options and getting that tiara polished up. The bride-to-be was adamant that no plans were to be made for at least a year, although she still found time to inform Louis that he would be required to wear 'this adorable suit I saw in Tatting's' and act as usher. Typical.
Sighing, Louis put his eldest sister from his mind. One of the best things about Hogwarts was that he would be getting away from the protective clutches of Maman and Vic. It was a shame that he wouldn't be on his own in Ravenclaw – for that was where he was going, he was sure of it, if only because blue suited him best – but if anyone was in that house with him, he was glad it was Hugo. Quiet, serious, bespectacled Hugo with his encyclopaedic memory and ever-present books. He wouldn't play pranks or talk incessantly about Quidditch. And they wouldn't even be sharing a dormitory. Really, it could hardly have worked out better.
The angelic-looking blond boy jumped as he was poked in the ribs and turned to see his cousin grinning at him, nodding eagerly towards the front. There were only half a dozen students in front of them. He turned back to smile at Roxy, suddenly feeling a little of her excitement.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of his cousin Rose, who had moved to sit next to Dom and was whispering to her. Rose had caught her hair up for a change into a bun which made her look older than her fourteen years. Louis certainly approved; it pained him to see a pretty girl like Rose hidden behind that overgrown tangle of red hair. His interest grew as Dom muttered something back to his cousin and gave her an evil grin. Rose scowled at her but twisted to look back over her shoulder. Curious as always to know everything about anything, Louis followed her eyes over to the Slytherin table.
At first he thought she must have been staring at Albus, as the two cousins had always been good friends. But Al was talking to Lucy. Looking back at Rose, he saw her roll her eyes and turn back to Dom. Louis's gaze returned to the Slytherin table just in time to see a good-looking – very good-looking, actually – boy smirking at the back of her head. Scorpius Malfoy, Louis realised. The snooty, self-centred wannabe seeker who liked to tease Rose and use his friendship with Al to get his homework done for him. Well, that was Rose's assertion anyway. She talked about Malfoy a lot and got very annoyed when Louis pointed that out to her.
Roxy poked him in the ribs again. Tearing his eyes away from Malfoy, Louis saw that he was now the first in line and someone was getting off the stool. He stood up straighter as his name was called, assuming a regal air as he walked calmly to Professor Vector. He focused on Ravenclaw as the Hat was placed on his shining hair and ignored the voice that sounded in his mind, only concentrating more forcefully on where he wanted to go. The Hat must have gotten the message.
"RAVENCLAW!"