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Date: June 27, 2025
Characters: Dominique Weasley, Ryan Finnigan
Location: Diagon Alley at Twilfitt and Tattings
Private/Public: Private-ish?
Rating/Warnings: Probably some flirting ahead
Summary: A meeting
Dominique needed to get out for awhile. She always felt a little suffocated when she returned home for the holidays. Between her parents, Louis and Victiore, there just wasn't enough space at Shell Cottage for her. She loved her family, dearly, but it was easy to get lost in the shuffle with her siblings. So she decided to get started on her shopping and apparated to Diagon Alley.
She walked the streets, thinking about next year. She would be starting at the Albus Dumbledore Institute, hopefully making her own way, a real name for herself. One that shone brightly on it's own, not in Victiore's shadow.
Dom wasn't sure which classes she was going to take yet, so books were out of the question. She didn't want to get clothes that would be out of fashion by the time the season was over, but couldn't help it. She found herself gravitating to Twilfitt and Tattings anyway. Just to look. 'Look with your eyes, not your purse strings, Dominique,' She thought sternly. She stood before the window display, frowning, trying to decide if they were trying too hard or not.
Characters: Dominique Weasley, Ryan Finnigan
Location: Diagon Alley at Twilfitt and Tattings
Private/Public: Private-ish?
Rating/Warnings: Probably some flirting ahead
Summary: A meeting
Dominique needed to get out for awhile. She always felt a little suffocated when she returned home for the holidays. Between her parents, Louis and Victiore, there just wasn't enough space at Shell Cottage for her. She loved her family, dearly, but it was easy to get lost in the shuffle with her siblings. So she decided to get started on her shopping and apparated to Diagon Alley.
She walked the streets, thinking about next year. She would be starting at the Albus Dumbledore Institute, hopefully making her own way, a real name for herself. One that shone brightly on it's own, not in Victiore's shadow.
Dom wasn't sure which classes she was going to take yet, so books were out of the question. She didn't want to get clothes that would be out of fashion by the time the season was over, but couldn't help it. She found herself gravitating to Twilfitt and Tattings anyway. Just to look. 'Look with your eyes, not your purse strings, Dominique,' She thought sternly. She stood before the window display, frowning, trying to decide if they were trying too hard or not.