"I still jump in puddles now if the thought strikes me," Dominique murmured. Some people needed a bit more fun in their life and honestly, you could spell your shoes dry after.
She shook her head. "Just flashes of memory that I try and write down." She made a mental note to collect all the scribblings and give them to Uncle Harry or Ronan or whichever auror was officially handling her case. Don't let it be said that Dominique would be a helpless victim. She wanted the bitch who did this to her to be caught and locked away like the damned animal she was.
"And I don't want any Dreamless Sleep. They make me... fuzzy." Dominique did not like that fuzzy feeling at all.