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[Dominique Weasley]

(I know that in the old generation Harry Potter Charms was bright and such, but I wanted to mix things up, if that's a problem let me know and I'll edit so it says potions again. I figured things must of changed a bit.)

Dominique descended the stairs to the dungeon with her hand trailing along the wall to her left. The musty smell made her cring and think back to why she was even down here. If I hadn't ran into a Professor I wouldn't be down here. I can't just scurry by with no care to anyone. I have to be polite and offer to run that stupid letter to the owlery. Of course the letter wouldn't be heading to the owlery, no it would be going to the oh so convient dungeons. Why anyone would actually want to have a class down here is beyond me. A sane person would hold class in the fresh air. This is why I don't take charms. For that matter charms! Why can't somebody charm some light down here? Or better yet improve these walls. No need to allow our dungeons to fit the classifacation of dank and dark. Just because others stereo type doesn't mean that we must.

The indignance Dominque felt towards the school so often was not something she expressed aloud. She knew better than to disgrace her heritage with such blasphemy, but not thinking it wasn't in the cards. As long as no one bothered to barge in on her thoughts such thinking was fine. Sighing Dom pushed on into the darkness and shuddered. The Weasley/Potter family was full of horror stories and of course she had heard nearly all of them from Voldemort to Dungeons. Even Though she had passed childhood such stories were the bain of her existance. She woke up in a cold sweat some nights from the dreams that followed the stories. Stories, they were so much worse because stories were fiction, and these tales were real. Uncle Harry, Aunt Hermione, and Uncle Ron had endured all these things... Ghosts... Basalisks... Death... Even fear its self. Her other Aunts and Uncles had similar stories, but her own father's tales of curses and such were the worst.

The darkness pressed close to her as she neared the charms room. The professor wasn't in sight and and alone with her thoughts Dom let her mind wander. Horrors came to mind, they were subdued, but they still lingered pressing against their mental restraints. The fears she always kept edging back to her thoughts and slowly she started to shake dispite trying to remain composed.

[lupin13]

Mallory had been wandering around the school all day with nothing to do. Ann is busy so that means no one to talk to, she thought as she descended the stairs, heading toward the Dungeons, And it's not like there's anyone else that want to talk to me. As she walked, Mal brushed her fingers against the stone cold wall. There was something about the deep dark dungeons that attracted the fourth year Ravenclaw. She couldn't put her finger on it, but Mal felt a certain connection with the mysterious rooms. They all seemed to be one thing on the surface, but held so many different stories. She loved to read about the Ghosts and often made her way down here to talk with them. At least they don't mind me being slow, she thought, smiling. Even if there was something up with her mind that made it take a minute for her to process things, she still was a semi-social person.

As she walked, lost in her thoughts, she lost her footing and fell forward, knocking right into someone else. Mal's fall caused her to take the other person down to the stone floor with her. Groaning due to the hard impact with the ground, Mal rolled over, off the mystery person. Still in slight pain, Mal managed to force out the words, "I'm so sorry about that....are you okay?"

[Dominique Weasley]

Dom didn't hear anyone approach and was shocked when she suddenly slammed into the stone floor. Her fears surfaced when she hit the ground ripping a scream from her. Taking a moment to collect herself she turned to the girl rubbing her soar shoulder that had taken the blunt of the impact. Shaking for a few seconds as the girl came into focus Dominique finally spoke, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you, are you alright? Dominique Weasley by the way." She rotated her shoulder in its socket wondering if she needed to go to the hospital wing and pulled out her wand to see by, "lumos" she whispered and light feel on the other girls face.

[lupin13]

Mal was happy to hear the girl speak. "Yeah, I'm fine, but you were the one on bottom. Are you okay?" Mal was a little worried because the girl, now know as Dominique, had screamed. "I'm Mallory Winchester and it's nice to meet you, Dominique," Mal said, after a moment of the accident processing, in her soft voice. Her eyes squinted when Dominique muttered a spell and a bright light shone in her face. This sudden light showed her chocolate brown eyes and dark brown hair vividly. She could kindly make out Dominique's figure, but had a hard time seeing anything else. Mal couldn't see if the girl was badly hurt or not.

[Dominique Weasley]

Before replying Dom moved her wand a bit so it no longer shone directly into the girls eyes. "Well my shoulder took most of the hit, but as I don't play quittich that isn't a problem." She smiled reassuringly and rotated her shoulder again with less wincing this time. "Nice to meet you by the way Mallory, although I think it could have bene under better curcumstances." Chuckulling a little at her own joke she spoke agian, "I see you're wearing a Ravenclaw badge, I'm sure I must 'ave seen you around the commons at some point?" Dom glanced around as she waited for a reply and frowned at the dark walls, they seemed even worse with light shining on them. The shadows were darker as well. Now I recall why I didn't have anylight in the first place.

[lupin13]

Mal opened her eyes a bit as Dom moved her wand away. Laughing at her Quidditch comment, Mal said, "Well, if I played Quidditch it'd be bad. I'm constantly getting hurt." She was relieved to see that the other girl wasn't terribly mad at her and appeared to be alright. When Dom pointed out her Ravenclaw badge, Mal realized that Dom, too, was in her house. Smiling, Mal said, "I doubt you'd have seen me unless it's been in a corner with a book. Also, you can call me Mal. My parents are the only ones who call me Mallory." As she finished, which took about five minutes, she noted that Dom seemed more than a little disturbed by the shadowy surroundings. Now that she looked, Mal could see how it could be unsettling to some, but it didn't bother her. She thought about asking, but refrained because she didn't know if it was a touchy subject. Standing up, slowly, Mal extended her arm to help Dominique up.

[Dominique Weasley]

Taking the offered arm Dominique stood and nodded, "Okay Mal, feel free to call me Dom in that case. Hmm, well you seem to be like me, I'm usually reading at my bed though. I've gotten yelled at more than once for the room being to bright to sleep thanks to me, my books, and my wand." Laughing at the thought of her roommates groggy faces she continued, "So what are you doing clear down here in the dungeons? It seems to dark for anyone to wander down here vaulentarity, but that's just me."

[lupin13]

Mal laughed a few seconds after Dom had finished speaking. "Well I have a lot of trouble sleeping at night so I usually just got to the common room. I'll find a corner, grab a book, and I normally fall asleep in the chair. I don't like to bother my roommates much," Mal said. "So what are you doing clear down here in the dungeons? It seems to dark for anyone to wander down here voluntarily, but that's just me." She considered Dom's words for a moment and then replied, "Actually, I like it down here. It may be dark, but it's so amazing how something that seems so dismal can hold so many stories. I like to wander around the school anyway."

[Dominique Weasley]

[Sorry so brief, but I don't have much creativity today.]
Dom shuttered at the thought of dark, it was literally the bane of her existance. She could relate to Mal in not being able to sleep, but it was always because of the dark. She glanced towards the ground and noticed that in their fall all of the papers the Professor had asked her to deliver to the charms room had fallen to the ground. She bent to collect them while saying, "I know the feeling Mal, but like I said, it's usually without regard to my roommates that I read."