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Dominique Weasley (charmingveela) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-12-28 20:59:00

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Who: Bill and Dominique Weasley
When: Saturday night
Where: Their flat
What: Some Weasley chaos!
Warnings: Likley none other than some swearing possibly?

"Papa!" Dominique called out knowing that her father had to be in their flat or well, she assumed he was as she had not heard him leave. She knew she was lucky that their other flatmates were currently out. "Aide-mo-" Dominique, however, did not get her final words out before she was forced to duck behind the kitchen counter as several dishes came crashing down around her.

It was a simple spell, how had it gone so wrong? A second-year could have done it and she was absolutely sure she had done it right... She let out a yelp as a dark object came whizzing rather close to her head, smashing into a cabinet, and went about whizzing about the flat.

This was absolute rubbish, Dominique thought as she got to her feet and stepped out from behind the safety of the counter. "Impedimenta!" She said as she brandished her wand with a fluid and swift motion. Still, the tennis ball, perfectly transfigured into a bludger, kept buzzing about unaware that it should no longer be moving.

"Reducto," Dominique called out again trying to stop the rogue bludger from cracking her skull open, only it did not have the desired effect. No, the object simply split in two multiplying her troubles. "Finite," Dominique tried again, but again, the object simply multiplied again causing Dominique to dive back behind their kitchen counter.

If she didn't know better she would say it was an object from her uncle's joke shop, meant to cause chaos, but it wasn't and she didn't do the spell wrong. Was there something about this place that made spells act strange? It was possible, wasn't it? There was a lot of other world magic and things present there that she knew not of.

"Papa!"

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cool_dad
2019-12-29 03:46 am UTC (link)

The sounds of crashing had alerted Bill that something was amiss in the flat, and he cautiously put his feet down on the floor as he waited to hear more. Sometimes it was better to let his siblings work out these sorts of things on their own, but at the same time Dominique wasn't one of his siblings. He had just reached the door to his room when he heard her call out fo him. Yanking the knob, he found chaos on the other side of the door, his daughter crouching for safety amidst it all.

Watching the tennis balls careen around the room, he took stock of the pattern they were using (well, sort of) before stepping out into their path. "Protego," he cast the shield charm so the blasted things bounced harmlessly into the wall instead of any more dishes, or more importantly, anywhere near Dominique. Stepping to the side, he cast again, narrowing the balls' range of movement charm by charm. The drywall had begun looking well and truly battered by the time they were contained. Confident his daughter had tried already, Bill squared his shoulders at the wild objects and cast a stern Finite Incantatem.

Even as they were dropping to the ground, he was on the move, striding toward Dominique and crouching next to her. "Are you hurt?" Concern was etched on his features as he reached out to cup her face in his hands.

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charmingveela
2019-12-29 04:10 am UTC (link)

Dominique huffed indignantly as she watched the transfigured tennis balls fall one by one until they laid still among the broken glass and dishes. All she had wanted was to charm her own quidditch set so Louis and she would have something to play with, but clearly it had gone awry. Could anything be simple in this place? It certainly did not seem like it.

At her father's question, she simply blinked back at him a moment speechless. Nothing hurt overly much, outside the cuts and scrapes she had acquired during the chaos, but adrenaline had dulled the pain. Dominique knew she would feel it later, but it was a problem for then.

"Why does every spell I try here go wrong?" It was a rhetorical question, but if her dad had some insight, she would love to know.

As if to prove her point, Dominique pointed her wand at the broken dishes and muttered Reparo in hopes the broken dishes would repair themselves. Only they floated in the air a moment, joined together momentarily, before falling apart and raining back down upon the two of them. It took great self control for her not to yell in frustration.

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cool_dad
2019-12-29 04:22 am UTC (link)

"I don't know, love, has-" Moving fast, Bill tugged Dominique toward him as the dishes began to fall, shielding her with his body from the worst of the crockery but earning himself a few cuts of his own. He was already scarred, permanently even, so he didn't mind a few more.

The danger over, he gave her a slight squeeze and a kiss to the top of her head before letting go. "Let's put the wand down for a mo and get a look at your cuts, yea? And maybe you can tell me if something like this has ever happened before?" He knew some basic first aid from his fieldwork and began methodically healing her cuts and scrapes.

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charmingveela
2019-12-29 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Dominique sat there a moment quiet and defeated as she let her father look over her various cuts and scrapes, most of which were nothing to fret over. Then again, his magic seemed just fine so even if she had something more it wouldn't have been an issue. Apparently, only her magic wanted to go haywire, which seemed to be par for the course for the way things had been going there in Goodland.

"Certainly not," she told him with a frown. Typically her magic was very well controlled, even as a child. Then again, she had never been plucked from her home and tossed somewhere completely new, with family members all the wrong age, in a place that seemed to change locations every few weeks. "Maybe I just need to work the bugs out here..." Not likley, but she could be optimisitic, right?

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cool_dad
2019-12-30 11:22 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe you can start with something easier next time?" Not that he knew what she'd been trying to do. Nor had any of her spells that he had seen do anything like what was expected. But she was under duress then, and that was a terrible time to be casting spells. "I haven't heard anyone complaining about magic being wrong. Except Disapparating from here." The first thing he'd tried, actually.

She seemed to be all healed, but he took her hands and flipped them over all the same before looking over the rest of her for anything he'd missed. "Maybe you're coming down with something."

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charmingveela
2020-01-02 02:27 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe," Dominique agreed because she didn't know what else to say in response to that. It wasn't like she was trying anything overly complicated, at least not for her. She transfigured stuff all the time at home, but then again, maybe that was too complex for this place. Besides, was Goodland a magical place or what? She wasn't sure. "More likely it's just me being strange..." Maybe she really was doomed to live a Muggle existence while she was there.

"I'm probably just out of practice." She admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. There wasn't a Hogwarts of Beauxbatons there, so she had been left to her own devices on finishing her education from what textbooks the Entity had given her.

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