Scribbling Out The Truth [open]

[Dominique Weasley]

A brush ran delicately across a sheaf of parchment, with the perfect amount of pressure to create a thick line, yet the color would not bleed through the parchment. The single black line seemed unimportant but as it sailed across the pale canvas, that single line twisted and morphed into a portrait. The portrait was of the usual subject, a not-quite-short-haired cat.

Domino twisted her head to stare at the subject of the painting, perched lazily in the small of her back. "What do you think, Tibby? Is that you or what?" she asked with her slight French accent, laughing as the cat replied with a wide-eyed yawn. The young witch tapped the picture with her wand, making the paint dry. She tapped it again, and the painting-cat's fur exploded into color: white, with its tabby stripes a rainbow assortment that chased itself across the cat's pelt. With another flick of the wand, the painting soared to the already cluttered wall and rested against it, the cat in the painting yawning just as widely as its reference.

"C'mon Tibby, this place is crampin' my style." Domino scooped up the cat in her arms and walked out the door of the room she shared with her sister.

Domino was dressed in her usual eccentric fashion, the outfit of choice one of her own designs. She wore an off-shoulder, long-sleeved purple tee that clashed rather nicely with her fiery hair. Her jeans were faded and artistically shredded at the knees, with a sun sewn to the right heel. Her hair was casually tied back with a purple band to match her shirt, and she wore no shoes, only grey socks. Her entire outfit was accessorized with the cat curled up in her arms.

She sniffed the air, and the scent of werewolf flooded her nose, making her recoil. One of them had walked by recently. She quickly hurried out into the spacious hallway, and set her cat on the ground, where it walked alongside her. In the lobby of the floor, smaller than the one on the main floor, but comfortable all the same, she sauntered over to one of the waiting benches and curled up on it, Tibby leaping up to lay beside her moment later. She sighed and stared at the far wall. St. Mungo's was prison any way you looked at it, but the lobby was better than being trapped in her room.

[Victorie Weasley]

Victorie rolled over and smiled in her sleep. She was having a good dream, one that involved her and Teddy. In her dream, the war was over, and they were getting married, a child already on the way. Of course the child would be a Metamorphagus, as it was a dominant trait, Victorie thought in her dream.

As the alarm went off, Victorie yawned and stretched before sitting up. Her blonde locks were highlighted with pink, as was her usual appearance. Only when she did undercover work did she take them out or change the appearance of her hair, something she detested doing. Black made her look dead, and brown was so not her color. She actually used a mix of magic and Muggle hair dye to streak her hair.

In a good mood because of the dream, she hummed to herself as she pushed Boo, her Great Dane, off the bed and smoothed her nightgown down. She picked up her wand and summoned her favorite outfit from the closet she shared with her younger sister, Dominique, who insisted on going by Domino. A rather appropriate name, considering that when she was around, things tended to fall like dominoes, Victorie thought.

Brushing out her hair, she put it into a high ponytail, but let some of the pink strands hanging around her face. Victorie was dressed rather causal yet cute today--baby-pink high-top Converse, slim faded light blue jeans that rode low on her hips and flared out at the bottom by her feet, a baby-pink T-shirt that proclaimed "You think I can't handle it? Try me.", and a half-jacket that matched her jeans perfectly over the T-shirt.

Victorie left the jacket unbuttoned and told Boo to stay. The dog then immediately hopped up on her made bed, Placing her wand in her pocket, she opened the door and walked out. Werewolf smell flooded her nostrils, and she made a face. The only werewolf she even remotely put up with was Remus, and that was because he was Teddy's dad. She walked through the hallway, sitting down on the bench beside her sister and giving her a hug. "Good morning. How long have you been up?" she asked, her slight French accent showing.

[Dominique Weasley]

Domino's murky green eyes stared off into space, dreamily glazed over as her thoughts wandered. Her slight fingers gently weaved through her cat's rainbow-striped pelt; Tibby responded by closing her narrowing her and purring loud enough that the entire lobby was filled the with rhythmic rumbling.

Domino watched the wall, as if her stony stare would cause the paint to peel. Her thoughts wandered between her hectic life in the Oder and her plans to escape it and make herself useful; her annoyance with her parents continuing to treat her like a little child; and her ever-constant need to be independent. She groaned and ceased to pet her cat, who nudged her hand before giving up and curling into a tight ball. Domino smiled down at the cat and scratched the soft fur behind the tabby's ear. She looked up again at the sound of rubber soles against the tiled floor.

The fiery teen had always been a people-person. She lived for the amusement of others, even at the cost of her own pain and discouragement. But the years since she turned eleven had given her an outward dislike of being around the people she knew, her family in particular. And only one person at St. Mungo's wore or even had shoes that made that particular sound.

She wasn't surprised when her sister rounded the corner. She sat up as the young woman approached and made a fake gagging sound as arms were wrapped around her. She shrugged and tilted her head to look at her sister's watch, the watch all wizards and witches got on their seventeenth birthday. She stared hard at the little figures in the watch and shrugged again, her disheveled hair bouncing against the heave of her shoulders. "Probably since about two this morning. Who can sleep with your dog snoring all the time?" Tibby's head perked up and girl and cat hissed in perfect unison.

[Victorie Weasley]

Victorie let her green eyes, which they both had inherited from their mother, wander to her sister's cat, Tibby. With his rainbow-striped pelt, he was clearly of a Wizarding breed. She herself had chosen a regular, Muggle Great Dane. But for being non-magical, Boo was very smart. One might almost think that she had some magical blood in her background. And maybe she did. She was a pure-bred, though, but on the lean side. A reverse Harlequin, she was black with a white patch instead of white with black spots, like an over-grown Dalmatian.

Glancing back up at Domino, she gave a small smile. She knew her sister loved people, being around them and working with them. So it must be killing her to stay here, because Victorie liked socializing with others and this was little better than a prison to her. As she made the fake gagging sound, Victorie grinned and let go. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad."

As they both hissed, she shook her head. "OK, so Boo snores a bit. Just cast a Silencing Charm around your bed then, and bam! Problem fixed." She closed her eyes and sighed, clearly thinking hard about something. Victorie stayed like that for a few minutes before opening her eyes, a decision made. Turning to her sister she said, "I want out of here. This place blows, and I'm bored to tears. Plus Teddy's never around." She placed her face in her hands and rolled her eyes, blond and pink hair falling across her face. Moving it out of the way, she said, "I need a good, stiff drink. Want to come with?"

((Boo is my Great Dane for real. Here's her pic.))

[Dominique Weasley]

[[She's so pretty!]]

Domino's green eyes rolled skyward. "Says you. I don't want make-up all over me. Disgusting garbage." It was common knowledge that Domino despised make-up, dresses, and all things girly. Her mind hazed back to a memory of being eight. Easter morning, Fleur had dressed up her two daughters not only in frilly Easter dresses, but had them, from their hair to their shoes, dressed exactly the same. That night Fleur found quite a few three-eyed frogs in bed with her. The memory still brought a happy smile to Domino's face.

"How will a Silencing Charm fix anything? To cast a long-lasting spell, the user must be aware, should anything go awry with the spell. What if I just remove its vocal cords? It'll be quick and almost painless." The redhead carefully twirled her wand about her fingers, contemplating the wonderful night's sleep she would get.

"Hmph, maybe you ran him off." Imitating her sister's voice and feigning a swoon, she mimicked, "Oh, Teddy-kins. Where are you Teddy-kins? Oh, I need you, Teddy-kins." Her voice dripped with a dramatic air.

When asked to accompany her sister for a drink, she nodded and gave up her little act. Sure, let me go get a different shirt first. She grabbed Tibby and jumped off the bench, walking back toward her shared room. Before she rounded the corner, she adopted her fake voice again and moaned, "Oh, Teddy," before darting out of sight.

In her room, Domino had to wade through piles of artwork and clothing designs just to get to the closet. She opened the door and began throwing clothes out, hers and Vikki's alike. All the way at the back of the closet, behind several of of her shirts that were liberally coated with cat hair, was the item she sought. A pink sweat shirt, a hand-me-down of her mom's. But Domino had whipped it around into one of her very own masterpieces. She has splattered the shirt with black cloth paint, so now the shirt resembled a pink paintball gun target. She had also added a large pouch that opened at the top in the front for Tibby to sit in, leaving her arms free.

She grabbed the shirt and, after several attempts to fit her head through an arm hole, managed to get it on. Tibby immediately jumped up in the pouch and curled up around her wand, also in the pouch for easy reach. She stared around at the masses of strewn clothes and papers and charcoals, grinned at the disarray, and walked out the door, locking it with a quick flick of her wand.

She strolled back out to the lobby to meet her sister again. "Alright, I'm ready."

[Victorie Weasley]

Victorie rolled her green eyes as well. Her sister would never be the girly, primping frou-frou that she was. But that was okay—she loved her anyway, and in spite of, their differences. She still remembered when they were little girls, and they used to dress like twins. But that had been when Domino was under five. The instant she hit kindergarten, all bets had been off. And the one time their mother, Fleur, had tried to make Domino into a girly-girl, she had found frogs in her bed.

Personally, Victorie had refused to touch the slimy amphibians, but their mother’s shriek had had both the sisters laughing and rolling on the floor. Their father Bill had had to remove the frogs. Ah, good times, good times, she thought. She shot a glare at her younger sister. “You will not! Then how will she let me know when she’s got to use the bathroom?”

The blonde witch fingered her own wand. It needed polishing soon—she would have to take care of that today. Mock-threatingly, she pointed her wand at Domino. “Hey! I did not run him off. Besides, I am part Veela—what man could resist my charms? None, no?” Laughing, she placed her wand back in her pocket. But not her back pocket—she was ever leery about Mad-Eye Moody and his rant about people’s buttocks being blown off by their wands.

As Domino left the room, she sighed. Despite her sister’s teasing, Vikki truly did care for Teddy Lupin. That was a little-known fact—she didn’t like to let most people see her pining for him. But he always seemed to be busy, and never had time for her anymore. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice that Domino had come back until she spoke. She jumped, startled, and stood. Walking towards the door, she said over her shoulder, “Let’s blow this dump.”


((Thanks. Should we switch to the Hog’s Head now?))

[Torii Damien]

((Sure. Can you start the new thread?))

[Victorie Weasley]

((Yeah, real soon.))