Post by Dominque Chaubert on May 27, 2006 2:38:03 GMT
They were everywhere. Father said there’d be, but Dominique hadn’t listened. Oh, no, she never listened to Father. No one could tell her what to do, and she knew it. That simple fact, however, was precisely why she hadn’t yet admit to anyone, much less herself, that he was right. No, no, she’d just stay prompt and perfect, and pretend like the conversation hadn’t gone on.
But, it still bothered her. Not as much that Daddy was right, but the atmosphere and inhabitants of the place. The ceiling, this morning, showed a bright sunny sky, just as most other days had. A calm, cool tone was spread around the Great Hall, and that didn’t bother her much either. It was the mudbloods. Bloody hell, they never went away! They were like ants on honey, and it seemed that Dom was the honey.
Her eyes narrowed as a group of them passed her quickly, probably so as to avoid some sort of comment or such. What could Dominique say? She expressed her opinions, sometimes in very explicit manners. It made her feel superior, and that’s how she wanted it to be…
Now, if only it were that way, maybe she’d get some recognition for it.
So, she stood there, off to the side, not sure whether to break up the conversation currently going on at the Slytherin table, or to ignore it. Either way, she’d join in. Most certainly, at that note.
She did look quite odd, however, standing there momentarily, all prim and proper. Her chestnut locks were tied back in a rough, short ponytail, and her eyes stood out delightfully. They were more or less concentrated on a particular spot, anyways…
But, it still bothered her. Not as much that Daddy was right, but the atmosphere and inhabitants of the place. The ceiling, this morning, showed a bright sunny sky, just as most other days had. A calm, cool tone was spread around the Great Hall, and that didn’t bother her much either. It was the mudbloods. Bloody hell, they never went away! They were like ants on honey, and it seemed that Dom was the honey.
Her eyes narrowed as a group of them passed her quickly, probably so as to avoid some sort of comment or such. What could Dominique say? She expressed her opinions, sometimes in very explicit manners. It made her feel superior, and that’s how she wanted it to be…
Now, if only it were that way, maybe she’d get some recognition for it.
So, she stood there, off to the side, not sure whether to break up the conversation currently going on at the Slytherin table, or to ignore it. Either way, she’d join in. Most certainly, at that note.
She did look quite odd, however, standing there momentarily, all prim and proper. Her chestnut locks were tied back in a rough, short ponytail, and her eyes stood out delightfully. They were more or less concentrated on a particular spot, anyways…
