She picked up the earrings and quickly put them on. Sticking her tongue out at her brother, she began the laborious task of using cosmetics. It wasn't that she was particularly bad at doing her own make-up, it was that she was always afraid she was going to poke herself in the eye with something. That's why she usually only stuck with lip gloss.
"And tell you what?" she asked, turning around with the mascara wand in her hand. She was going to poke herself in the eye with it. She knew it. "There's nothing to tell." When the seventeen year old gave her a cocked eye brow of disbelief, his sister sighed. "He works in the Ministry and is a sweet guy. He comes into the Leaky for lunch a couple of times a week. We talk."
The fact that he reminded her slightly of Teddy went unsaid. Dominique may or may not have had a horrible crush on the metamorphmagus while she was growing up, but as soon as her sister expressed an interest and the man expressed an interest back, she had quickly given up in that pipe dream.