Here's the Third Chapter, enjoy!
"So," Lorcan began. "How were your holidays?"
Dominique smiled. She hadn't seen Lorcan a lot that summer as she and her family had spent most of the holiday in France with her mother's family. The amount of shopping that she and Victoire had done was borderline ridiculous. Whilst, Dominique would always rather spend time running about with James, Fred and Louis, when she was younger, she still loved to go shopping with Victoire and her mother and being in France was just feeding the adoration.
Victoire and Dominique were by no means identical both in personality and appearance; they did however share some similarities. They both had blonde hair; whilst Victoire's was silvery blonde Dominique's was more golden. While Victoire had inherited their father's sapphire blue eyes, Dominique had inherited their Grandma Molly's bright brown eyes. Victoire's skin was clear and smooth whereas Dominique's nose had a sprinkle of freckles and she developed the occasional acne and spot. Victoire was tall and willowy but Dominique was short and curvy. Victoire always said that Dominique had more of a natural beauty while her own was too Veela-y and that Dominique's beauty was so much better. Not many people agreed with that analysis. To other people, Victoire's beauty was deafening, absolutely stunning and radiant and Dominique's beauty was gorgeous and pretty. Dominique had long since accepted this.
"It was wonderful," She replied. "We went to France to see Grand-mère et Grand-père et Tante Gabrielle et Oncle Henri et Eleanore et Alexandre. C'était merveilleux!"
Dominique had gotten so used to talking in French most of the summer that she still slipped into it on occasion.
Gabrielle was Fleur's sister and when she was just 16 years old fell pregnant with the twins, Eleanore and Alexandre, to Henri Beaumont, making the twins a few months older than Louis and a few months younger than Dominique. Gabrielle and Henri got married Christmas Eve 2002 In France, when Dominique was only twelve days old.
"In English please, Domi?" James said, grinning.
"Oh," She smiled. "We went to France to see my Grandparents, Auntie Gabrielle, Uncle Henri and Eleanore and Alexandre. It was wonderful."
"She's been doing that ever since she got back." James explained to Lorcan, who looked a bit lost.
"It's not my fault," Dominique defended, still smiling. "You try speaking two different languages."
"No thanks." He said. "Well, I had a fantastic summer! We went to Corfu in Greece and I tried to sell Al to these Greek lucky-lucky men but Lily ratted me out to Mum."
"Why didn't Al just walk away or shout for your Mum and Dad?" Lorcan asked.
"I had my hand over his mouth and I had him in a headlock." James admitted, his eyes shining with mirth. "We went to this karaoke bar and there was this Rod Stewart tribute act on and he sung 'Maggie May' to Mum so Dad made us leave because he got jealous when Mum started dancing with him."
"Oh that's hilarious!" Lorcan laughed. "Who's Rod Stewart though?"
Dominique and James both gasped dramatically.
"You don't know who Rod Stewart is?" Dominique asked.
"You'd be shunned if you said that amongst our family." Said James. "Anyway, Rod Stewart is this muggle singer who Auntie Hermione introduced to Grandma and ever since it's all that gets played at the Burrow."
"And when Uncle Charlie gets drunk at Christmas and New Years and Birthday Parties he always sings 'Do ya think I'm sexy' really loud and spins all us girls around and dances with Lottie." Dominique added.
"Is that his Girlfriend?" Lorcan asked.
"Yeah, they'll never get married though." She replied.
"Why?"
"Too busy being wild and dangerous and taming Dragons to care."
"C'mon then, Lorcy boy, what about you? How was your summer?" James asked, changing the subject.
"It was fine." He shrugged. "Mum made us go Pixie hunting in Cornwall for a few days and then we went up north to look for Crumple Horned Snorkacks."
"Did you find any?" Dominique asked, humouring their wacky friend.
"No, but we did find some Murtlap."
"They always wash us on our beach." Dominique said, matter-of-factly.
"How many times, Domi? It's not your beach." James groaned.
"You know what I mean, and it might as well be our beach because hardly anyone else uses it." She pointed out.
A pensive silence followed that statement before a thought came to Dominique.
"James," She began.
"Hm?" He responded.
"Where's Lily? Is she just staying in a compartment with Roxy, Lucy and Hugo?"
"Albus said he would sort them out." He shrugged. "That Raleigh kid's little sister is starting and so is Lucas Nott's little sister and she's Scorpius' cousin or something. Anyway, they're staying in a compartment with them."
"Oh, ok."
"Alice still isn't here." Lorcan pointed out.
"You don't say," Dominique said, her voice dripping in sarcasm. "I thought she was sitting right next to me."
"Sarcasm isn't a very good quality to have, Dominique." James said, in an impression of their Uncle Percy.
"Bite me, Potter." She snapped playfully.
"Well if you insist." He shrugged as he picked up Dominique's hand and sunk his teeth into it.
"Ow, you freak!" She cried, shoving his shoulder causing him to fall off the bench.
"Um, what are you doing?" A voice asked from the doorway.
Looking up, Dominique saw Amorette Zabini standing there looking down at James. Amorette was Georgianna's (Rose's best friend) older sister and was the same age Dominique.
"Just James being a moron." Dominique replied.
"No more than usual then." Amorette smirked. "Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to sit next to each other in History of Magic, again."
"Yeah, of course I do." She replied. "Seeing as you're the only other one who pays attention."
"Yay! Thanks Nikki." Amorette beamed.
"No problem."
"I'll see you later then."
"Bye Amy." Dominique replied.
"See ya, Zabini." James called, watching her walk away.
Dominique exchanged looks with Lorcan and raised her eyebrows at her cousin's behaviour.
"What?" James snapped when he saw the two smirking at him.
"Nothing." They replied simultaneously.
Third chapter done!
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