To Dom Weasley

[Caspian Fleming]

Dear Dom

Hey, how are you? I finally found the paper you'd scribbled your address down on, and I'm writing you like I promised I would.

I'm going to be boring, and ask you how you think your exams went. Are you looking forward to being a 7th year?

So tell me how you're going to spend your summer. Are you going to the Quidditch World Cup?

- Ian

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((ooc: it's so awkward, lol. i didn't know what to have him say!))

[Dominique Weasley]

Oh my god, you really are a stalker! I suppose I'm half to blame, encouraging you with my adress. I'm okay - it's summer and I'm back at home beside the beach so I've just been working on my tan for the past week or so before the parties start and I get to dominate every single one of them. I suppose you're working, right? Being old and all.

I forgot you don't know how I am about exams. I'd say it's a safe bet I failed them all, but I may've slipped through on one or two. My darling Jack - Prof. Hewer to you - is going to have to pretend to be utterly furious but he adores me really. Don't know what he'll do without me when I leave. I'd say I'm looking forward to being a seventh year and ruling the school, yada yada, but I sort of feel like I've ruled the school for the past bajillion years so I'm guessing it'll be same old, same old.

Beach. Drinking. Parties. Gigs. Maybe a boy or two. Looking to get in my pants or something? Brace yourself, it takes a while. And I'm so there it's unreal - highlight of my year, Quidditch World Cup!

Dom.

[Caspian Fleming]

I am not a stalker! If I am, then you wanted to be stalked or else you wouldn't have given me your address! The beach sounds so nice. You don't ever get sick of it? I'm working a little bit; I save up my vacation time to use in the summer. So I have a bit more free time these days.

Well, you can't win them all, though I do hope you did better on them than you think. Your darling Jack? So you're into older guys, huh? Ah, yes! I apologize. It slipped my mind that you're only the coolest kid at Hogwarts, which therefore means you own the school. Everybody knows you, everybody loves you.

Sounds like a very satisfying and productive summer holidays! Two boys? Ouch! Ha, ha, you're funny. But yes Do you want me to get into your pants? Oh, good to know! I'll be there as well. Maybe we could meet up or something? Or we could go together, if you wanted to.

- Ian

[Dominique Weasley]

Who the hell wants to be stalked? And you practically admitted it, up there - are you lurking in the shadows on the beach or sleeping under my bed or something? And getting sick of the beach is ridiculous. Not possible. Especially not the beach beside our house - it's one hundred percent gorgeous and generally empty so you don't have to deal with little kids with their dripping ice-creams and you won't get in trouble with parents if you so happen to accidentally walk into a kid's sandcastle or something. Oh, free time? I didn't realise old people have free time. You lot complain about having so much to do all the bloody time.

I didn't. Yes, Jack is my complete and utter snuggy-wuggy, although I torment him quite a lot these days because he can't know that he's my favourite Professor in the history of ever. Actually, I've always tormented him, right from when I was in first year. And I wouldn't say older guys, necessarily - I just don't like guys who act like children. Which means most of the guys in Hogwarts are right off my radar. They're all little boys, really. And don't let it slip your mind again, thanks very much. Although I don't see how it could. I am Dominique Weasley, after all.

I know I'm funny. And no, not particularly. What makes you think you're so special?

And if you're asking me out, you could try not to be a pussy and do it directly. Then there might be a slim chance I'll actually consider it.

Dom.