"Dumbledore?" Dominique let her eyes sparkle. She had heard several stories about the charming and magnetic headmaster who had ruled during her father and his siblings' days. "What's he like? Are all the stories true?" She suddenly felt a bit better about the whole situation. If Dumbledore was back, Voldemort wouldn't stand a chance.
Her breath caught in her throat as he reached over to pin her hair up. When he apologized, she shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Though I didn't know you had a talent in doing a girl's hair. It's very useful you know."
Dominique didn't know why she was being so easy and jokey with him. Perhaps it was because she was tired of feeling like the world was beating her down. Maybe it was because she had a few drinks in her system. Whatever the reason, she liked this feeling of just being at ease. At being herself again.