"Yeah, well. He didn't bring everyone here with their sister and then take the sister away." Dominique took the pots with a frown as she filled them with water. Another flick of her wand had the peeled and cut potatoes dropping in the pot without so much as a splash.
A smile came over Dom's face. It was nice to have people appreciate the brilliance of magic. Being born into a magical family so many times over made it so that she lost the simple joy of it. "Thanks! My grandmum is brilliant at cooking. My mum, too, really." But everyone spoke of Grandmum Weasley's cooking.