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dominique apolline weasley
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
AGE: Seventeen
FACE CLAIM: Susan Coffey
YEAR: Seventh
HOUSE: Gryffindor
OCCUPATION: N/A
BLOOD TYPE: Pureblood
WAND TYPE: 9 1/2in, Thestral Tail Hair, Cedar, Semi-Rigid
PETS: Tonkinese Cat by the name of Napoleon.
ABILITIES: Eighth-Veela, Werewolf
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LIKES: Reading, Creating Spells, Practicing Practical Magic, Dueling, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Some Slytherins, Hogwarts, Magic, Family, Fried Foods, Flying, Disapparating, Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Wizard Wheezes, Potions.
DISLIKES: Most Slytherins, Cocky, Ignorant, or otherwise Annoying People, Dementors, Unexplained Magic.
BIGGEST FEAR: Losing something precious to her.
PERSONALITY: Confident,
Courageous,
Poised,
Stern,
Distant,
Calculative,
Caring,
Irritable,
Humble.
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MOTHER: Fleur Weasley (nee. Delacour)
FATHER: Bill Weasley
SIBLINGS: Victorie Weasley, and Louis Weasley
HISTORY: Dominique was born the middle child, older than Louis, but younger than Victorie. Her childhood was spent doing now excess of anything exciting, aside from intentionally trying to use magic, and reading a large number of spell books from a young age. In fact, one could say she was quite a homebody. But every homebody has their enjoyable activities that take them outside their usual places of refuge. Dominique's was Quidditch, which she frequently insisted she see games of, of course this wasn't uncommon among children of wizard in families. While her fascination of the sport never transferred into a desire to become a player, no, she merely enjoyed watching, her favorite team being the Holyhead Harpies. She filled most of her time before the arrival of her letter reading about Quidditch history, as well as reading from the occasional spell book.
Now, of course, she was always looking forward to the moment an owl would appear on her eleventh birthday, mail arrived by owl often, at least once a day, but for that particular day, it felt like time slowed down just to make the wait more unbearable for her. There had been discussions on whether Hogwarts or Beauxbatons would have been a better choice for her, seeing as their eldest had already begun her education at Hogwarts, however, in the end, Dominique chose the school she knew her cousins would go, or were already going, to. The letter arrived with the morning mail, The Prophet, other letters Dominique herself considered unimportant, it was the one sealed with the unmistakable wax mark of Hogwarts that held her attention. She opened her letter with precise delicacy, gently separating wax and paper. She had a habit of collecting things she considered important, thus far her collection only included a couple older books, though now she would add her letter from Hogwarts to it. As with most students, she went through the shopping faze of becoming a student, her wand, her pet, books, robes, and so on. And not too long after she was shipped off on the Hogwarts Express to attend her first year as a student of the well-known wizarding school.
Through her years she had proved to be a skilled potions-brewer, and level-handed duelist, though her most notable abilities were her accuracy of disapparation and wording her own spells, something most of her professor tried to warn her off of thanks to it's sometimes disastrous results. Preferring books to people, Dominique had little time for the social call of dating, though she had a few partners, most short-lived. One spell she had created in her fourth year, Egredere, was taken from Latin meaning 'Get away, literally designed to force someone away from her or a friend if she were to cast it. The power of the spell worked solely upon what she had in mind for it when she spoke the word, that is to say, it could have the force of a stupefying charm, or merely slide her target back a foot or two.
During her time off, it wasn't unusual for Dominique to continue her practice of going to Quidditch matches, one in particular brought about her status as a werewolf. Werewolves, most, did their best to make sure no one was hurt by them when they transformed, those who could afford the time or money to obtain Wolfsbane Potions only had to go somewhere private to sleep off their transformation, those who didn't have that had to go somewhere private and allow their transformation to time itself out. The latter type of Werewolf had tried to avoid injuring anyone, unfortunately his plan didn't go as well as he'd hoped. Dominique had just left, parted with her friends who'd met her there, sixteen years old, and expecting a pick-up from her parents. She had seen the creature coming, but due to the hunch of it's back and the dim light, she had assumed it was a person, injured somewhere in his or her midsection, she moved closer, and had just enough time to draw her wand before it was on her. Now the struggle was anything less than brief for Dominique, the creature had it's claws firmly buried in her back, and it's maw locked on her left shoulder. The struggle was brief, she managed to bring her wand up against the beast's abdomen, using Egredere, the same spell she'd created, to cast it away. She continued using non lethal spells until the Ministry finally sent people to discover why an under aged witch was casting an abundance of spells without authorization. What they discovered was quite a bit more than they'd expected, Dominique's left arm hung uselessly at her side when they'd appeared in the area. The werewolf was stalking angrily, having just recovered from being stupefied yet again. Dominique herself finally allowed herself to collapse once she was sure she was safe, sinking into a brief, shock-induced coma.
She was taken to St. Mungos, where her status as a newly created werewolf was confirmed by one of the healers who attended to her wounds. Her seventh year would start a month after the attack, and she'd take a distinct interest in Potions class the moment the term started. She's been spending most of her time outside class perfecting her brewing of the Wolfsbane Potion, hoping she might be able to save her parents time, money, and effort in finding someone who could supply her with the much-needed reprieve from the full effects of being what she is.
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