WHO: Dominique Weasley and OPEN WHAT: A seriously pissed off Slytherin. WHERE: Out in the streets. WHEN: Maybe around lunchtime? STATUS: In progress RATING: PG-14, perhaps? She's a bit of a gutter mouth sometimes.
This was all too ridiculous. The N.E.W.T.s were on this week and no one here cared. Nobody gave a damn that little bitter Dom was slaving her rear end off over parchment and texts. No one cared that deep down she wished she was as grand as her sister. It was just plain bloody ridiculous. She sighed and looked down at her attire. Having still being in school, and during class when she had been pulled out of her own time she was in her uniform. The gray skirt, the gray and green jersey with the carefully sewn on house patch. Dominique, the out cast of all of the Weasleys and Potters even had her robe with her. Needless to say she was getting some very strange looks and it didn't make the situation better one bit.
If Dominique was more inclined to violent outbursts she would have punched a hole in the wall by now. She was frustrated and for once in her life, would have been glad to have been back at school. The wall of a run down record store just didn't cut it. Oh how wonderful it would have been if someone she knew stumbled upon her right now. Not that she would be nice to them, or anything. Gripping her wand tightly in the pocket of her robes, she stared blankly off into the distance. She was absolutely certain that anyone who wasn't a Slytherin or Louis Weasley would have that very wand stuffed up their nostril.