Hey, everyone... I know... It's been a really long time since I have written anything, over eight months, I think - so, well, here is a little surprise for you all. I am back, at least for a while. :D For now, I will only be updating "A Weasel in the Snake Pit," but hopefully in the future I will venture out and do more. The universe of this collection has the same people - its about Dominique Weasley and her journey in the House of snakes. She is rude, indifferent, and uncaring - yet she will be there for you when you need her. She is street-smart and she does understand the world - it's just that she
doesn't want to waste her time showing it. Oh, and this little recap was only so that the readers remember the story again. :P The starting chapters will all focus on her childhood and first year, and then we will go from there.
Written for the 100 Prompts Challenge at the HPFC Forum.
Thanks, mew, for the beta work and constant support. :D
He was the only one not staring at me. Other than him, the whole House seemed to have gathered there to "welcome" me.
"You people do realize that you're blocking my path, right?" I asked ironically, swinging my bag behind my shoulder.
"Weasley, it's you who doesn't seem to realize anything here, not us," Kyla Warrington's elder brother, Peter Warrington, grunted.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"For instance, red is a color clearly not welcome in our common room," he continued, circling me. "Nor are Weasleys and Potters, for that matter. So take your trunks, sweetheart, and go where you belong,"
"Done with your free-advice session, Warrington? Then move please, because unlike the crowd you seemed to have gathered here, I have better things to do," I replied back sweetly, my eyes sweeping over his cronies until they came back to rest at my fingernail - which, I noticed, had mysteriously chipped off.
Shit, Shit, Shit. I swore silently. I detested broken nails. More than anything in the world. Other than the color red, of course -
"Trying to be funny, are you?" Warrington sneered at my face. What, was he still standing next to me? I looked up - oh, he was. Didn't he realize I was having a moment here? A moment which required Victoire immediately to fix my nail? Apparently, he didn't. Damn.
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