Title: Teenagehood
Character: Dominique Weasley
Rating: G
Prompt: 13 (thirteen), Write and Carrot
Word Count: 554
Beta: Thank you, Tania!!
Warnings: None, I guess.
Summary: Dominique turns thirteen.
A/N: Originally written for some LJ communities in order to fulfill prompt tables =)


It's my birthday. I'm turning thirteen today and I'm really beginning to question all this. With this I mean you. Being thirteen is already hard enough to add the shame it is to have a diary. I can say I officially reached teenagehood today. Dad gave me a little note along with my present professing his fears, prohibitions and pride. Yep, too much meaning for just a few lines, right? But that's Dad, I guess.

Anyway, like I said, I'm thinking of leaving you behind. I'll always cherish all of my childhood diaries and probably read them again from time to time, but I can't take one with me to Hogwarts. I'll be a third year! Third years start wearing pretty, flowery skirts and make-up. They giggle around boys and flip their hair around their shoulders more times than my not-mathematical brain can count.

I'm not saying I'll be like that. Everyone knows I will not. For a start, I don't have any long, shiny hair like Vic to throw over my shoulder. Louis is right. My hair looks like carrots. Small and medium size carrots sticking out in a spiky way around my face. I like my hair, but now I need long hair if I don't want to be the weird thirteen-year-old who doesn't flip her hair over her shoulder.

Secondly, I won't giggle around boys. I won't mind being left out in that, particularly. I think it's silly. Why would someone giggle when boys are around? I mean...they are fun to play with and I guess they are alright company. But giggle? For what? I'll have to ask Vic about that one. Or maybe Maman knows... I'm not a complete teenager yet and it's already too much. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with all this.

Third, skirts. Ugg! Like I would want to wear skirts on weekends. I have enough with the uniform, thank you very much. I agree that they look pretty, but how can I play Quidditch with the boys Saturday morning and be at the same level if I'm looking at my skirt every few seconds so it doesn't ride up. I can imagine Kurt's hysterical laugh at my knickers being shown to my classmates when my broom makes a sharp 'U' turn. Definitely, skirts are something I won't wear. Unless it's a special occasion I guess...

Finally, make up. That's something I won't mind trying out. I'd like to see how my blue eyes look with eyeliner on them. And maybe some mascara... Yeah, definitely mascara. And some lip gloss. It'll make me look mysterious and strong. Merlin knows I need to look like that, being a Hufflepuff and all. Maybe I could change Hufflepuff's reputation. Make them more interesting and threatening to other Houses. That would be interesting. Hard, but interesting.

I suppose teenagehood won't be so bad after all. I think I'm ready for it. I already feel more mature and capable of letting others know which thirteen-year-old thing I'm willing to do and which not. Maybe I'll take my diary with me just in case it gets overwhelming. Dad said it would. Growing up is not easy task, I guess. It makes sense... I just wish I had long hair so everything would be a bit easier though.