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Darius loved weekends. Not only was he able to relax on those days, but he could leave the school, his annoying housemates and spend some time in his own company.
First the young man ended up walking on the schoolgrounds, enjoying fresh air and freedom after the lessons. He had to admit though that the upcoming exams scared him somehow and even if it was not in the list of his habits, Darius spent hours in the study room and read books to provide himself with knowledge and still he felt that it wasn't enough.

After he spent some hours hanging around near the school, Darius decided to leave and take a longer walk. He carried a book with him and was urget to read it, but somewhere outside the Hogwarts for recently he has noticed that his studying level has decreased depending on the place he was in. So, after a small consideration with his only Self, Darius ended up in the Hogsmeade, entering the Three Broomsticks. His brown eyes examined the small guest room and when he saw that there are no familiar faces, he somewhat felt more relaxed.

Ordering himself a bottle of butterbeer (he specially avoided alcohol during the school time), he took a seat behind the table near the fireplace. Making himself comfortable, he opened his book. Once again it was about the second world war. This young man had never enough of this topic and he jokingly told himself that soon he will start making his own battle planes. The idea of the third world war sounded striking to him. Over seven billion people on this planet and (in his opinion) they needed a plague or something to make this place less populated.

Domi walked around the castle, wearing her favorite pink coat with cute pastel dress and white legging. This cold winter wind somehow wanted to ruin her holiday. This is weekend. Unlike most of the weekends that she spent working as a cooking staff in Eli's, today is her day off. She could do anything. First she though about getting some sport. But then she realized, she couldn't stand the chill. And it's not a good day to climb either, too slippery everywhere.

She decided to go outside. Domi took a book from her room and a matching pair of mittens and ear muff. Then she cheerfully walked outside, ended up in Hogsmead. Buying some candies and chocolate for herself and also some school supplies, she opened the door to the Three Broomstick. It was unfortunately full. Geez... Whatever these people doing, gathering here of all places.

Domi ordered a butterbeer and looked around to find empty chair. She saw a boy sat alone with his book. She approached him. "Excuse me... Is this chair here empty?? Every where else is full." she said. Honestly, Domi hate to interrupted people when they are reading. She hate it when people do that to her.

He was able to ignore the crowd this time. Perhaps the reason was the way they all positioned themselves. No one spoke loudly, only whispered as if they were afraid that there was a spy amongst them. Only the waitress rushed from one table to another to fill the orders. But Darius... Darius sat alone like always. To be honest, he did not mind company and yet he never invited anyone to sit next to him. His pride did not allow that. But as he remained in silence and alone, he continued thinking about the second and the third world war, imagining how the next one would look. Since they used nuclear weapons in the 1945 and by that destroyed two cities in Japan, he tried to think about new inventions. In muggle movies they had those strange lazers and robots walking around. Would they resemble somehow to each and how would people manage to live in this post apocalyptic society?

He continued reading and speculating, sometimes sipping his butterbeer. Darius did not even notice that the door opened and closed. The Three Broomsticks was a popular place and it was just a usual day there. He was, however, disturbed when someone spoke to him.
Dolohov looked up and narrowed his eyes. A Ravenclaw? His picture of this house's students was typical. They never left the library in his opinion, and all that they did was studying. He grinned. “No, my invisible friend sits here,“ he replied, voice rather cool and a bit annoyed. He knew what would come next. Another empty conversation that would be no use to him. But being from a respectable family and raised as a mannered young man, he gestured with his hand towards the empty chair.

“Alright, sit before I change my mind,“ he said, rolling his eyes.

Domi smiled to this annoyed and rude yet well mannered young man. "Thank you." she said half-heartily. Domi took a seat and pulled her Ravenclaw scarf away, also her mittens and earmuff, put it on the table. She waved her wand around all her belongings on the floor and they all disappeared, except for her book. Domi believes in those quotation that said 'threat others the way you wanted to be treated'. That's why she sometimes a bit annoyed with people who treat others with disrespectful.

She opened her book, Inferno: The world at War. This book is more like a history of World War II. One of her cousins bought it for her as a birthday present. Well, she enjoys any books that is good and interesting to read. She can't help it but wondered, with the number increasing on Death Eaters and Dark Followers, it would soon lead to the World War III. Mon Dieu!! What the hell she was thinking, anyway!!

Darius' eyes were glued on the girl when she took a seat and started undressing. Why did girls wear so much things anyway? Earpuffs? What was that? A some sort of unnecessary accessory? He raised his eyebrow, thanking God that boys did not worry about looking pretty. He had his tattoos, though, but he did not go around and show them off. Same was with his tongue piercing. He would not go and talk to his housemates about going to shop and ordering himself a new piece of metal that he holds in his mouth.

He looked away, feeling guilty and upset. He did not need any company. Darius would rather sit alone than with a dork who was probably able to lower his IQ with only one sentence. As a Ravenclaw, he expected her to be smart as Einstein.
His eyes traveled all across the room, examining all the guests. They were still chatting quietly and it seemed that none of them even noticed Dolohov's entrance. Something in the back of his head told him that if he were Andrei, he'd make sure that everyone would see him. Ah, attention-whoring was simply in their blood.

His brown eyes found the little Ravenclaw student again and he lifted his eyebrows when he saw what she was reading. Girls weren't supposed to be interested in wars! At least not the girl who was wearing pink clothes, reminding him oddly Dolores Umbridge. Darius shivered. He had never spoken to the lady personally, but he had seen her pictures and her mania with cats and pink. But still – why was a pink lover like a Weasley interested in a second world war? “Tell me, Weasley, what do you think about Holocaust?“ he asked in a quiet voice. If she of course knew what it was. A lot of wizards ignored the world wars. It did not affect them as much as it did affect muggles.

Domi did see that this Slytherin boy was somehow watching her. Well, looks like he didn't like her to sit there. How arrogant. Anyway, she just ignored him. Then begun her reading. Few first pages. This book she was reading is basically a history book with more in-depth details and the writer interpretation of the fact. Interesting anyway, but seriously, way too long. Six hundreds or more pages full of historical fact and added some point of view, that are lots of books with the same idea of that historical facts.

Okay, so this boy in front of her looking around. Watching others. And back to her, somehow he was interested in what she is reading, maybe the topic intrigued him. Domi took a glance toward him and saw him with some serious face, assuming that he was thinking about something, clearly busy with his mind.

Then suddenly she heard him asked her a question about holocaust quietly. Domi raised her head from the book. "That mass murder of Jews? That was horrible!! A lot of innocent people died, countless children and women on it. Then followed by the slavery of war prisoners. How can those people be so cruel?" she said. Dome personally hates war and violence. But, well... War has its time around them, the important thing is how people treat each other, that usually enough reason to start a war.

He smirked. Obviously she thought that Holocaust was horrible. To be honest, even Darius thought that this was a miserable thing that happened in the past. If he was correct, then the 27th of January was the international day of remembering the victims of Holocaust and Darius wondered if that was included in the book Weasley was reading. After all, he did his own research when he had free time and when he was back at home. Though his parents did not approve this, he owned some of this fancy muggle technology, including this thing called laptop. A computer or something like that, and he even had an interenet connection, but lets be honest, the things like computer games interested him more during his spare time.

“No, the mass murder of Pokémons during the war,“ Darius rolled his eyes. He also knew about the deportation in the western europe after the second world war, all this done by the Soviet Union. Not as many people were murdered, but they had better living conditions than in Auschwitz, though he had read and heard that people, mostly children died due to cold and the lack of the resources.

“Oh, you forgot to mention men as well,“ he pointed out, though Dominique was right. Women and children were killed because there was no use of them. Darius shrugged as an answer to her last question. All he could think of was the influence of power on a human mind. People became greedy and did things like that to prove that they could still rule their country. But like every overly-confident leader they fell. That would mean the fall of him as well. Darius was a confident Slytherin, it was in his blood, but to be honest, he could not wait till he would fall from his position.

“Tell me more about the wars. What do you know?“

Domi smirked. "Is it so obvious that i am a Weasley?" she asked. She and her siblings are the only Weasley with French accent. And she is blonde by natural, not red-haired like her cousins. She pulled some hair from her shoulder, to saw that her hair is actually red. Geez... She forgot that she dyed her hair couple weeks ago. But still, her face is more like a French aristocrat rather than a Weasley.

Domi heard him mentioned Pokemon. "Seriously? They are monsters but they didn't even kill that many." she said. Domi watched the movie once. And well, considering the topic that they discussing right now, you just can't put Pokemons and war on the same sentence. She was lucky to has a TV cable on her house. Obviously, with Grandpa Weasley's obsession on muggle's and Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione were practically raised by muggles, the Weasleys have a better technology than other wizard families.

Domi marked her book with a bronze four leaf clover. "Obviously, it was men who started the war, the Nazi under Hitler's command. Although i feel sad for the Jew's men, I feel more for the children and women, they were practically defenseless." she answered his statement. Domi read book about wars too, although she hate the tragic history of muggle killing others. Domi knew people got greedy all the time for power and money and maybe many other reasons, she just hate to understand that some of their reasons to started the war were obviously idiot. Take the example of the Chinese war that she once read on The Romance of Three Kingdoms, this man started a war just because the other kingdom's leader married his sweetheart.

Domi put her chin on her palms, cupping her face. "What do you want to know, sir?" she asked sweetly.

Darius raised his eyebrows. There were plenty of ginger girls in their school, but something about Weasleys was what gave them away without any effort. She could have this french accent, she could even have their manners, but the way Weasley's walked, spoke, and overall – lived, it was unexampled by anyone else on their planet. But he decided that he'd be honest with her. “If you don't want to get disappointed with Weasley, dye your hair black or blonde. Then maybe, Maybe, someone will believe that you're not one.“ he spoke, trying to hide his grin.

Dolohov lifted his hand to cover his mouth. He was trying his best to stop smiling, but his attempt failed and he started laughing eventually. Was this girl serious? Pokémon were no monsters, they were fictional characters, non-human like they had in Their world. And they didn't even kill that many... Darius bit his lip, trying to hold himself back from bursting out again. This was funnier than he expected. And to be honest, he did not even expect her to know about the Pokémon.

“Come on, don't blame it all on men. There were plenty of women who had power. Feminism was well spread by the time, though women were kept away from the war only because they were considered to be weaker sex and they had to take care of their children,“ he spoke, face calm, but his voice still had this hint of amusement. Darius expanded his hand and took his butterbeer. It tasted heavenly when he tried it. “I don't know. Tell me something that is not widely known. What did you learn from that book?“ he asked, nodding towards the 'masterpiece' Weasley owned. “Surprise me. As a Ravenclaw it is your job to know things better than I do and its your job to shine with your brains.“

Domi smiled. "Dully noted!" she said, making attempt to look serious. Yes!! She will definitely dye her hair again. Maybe this time she would go black as this guy suggested earlier. Really, it was rather annoying sometimes, that people knew she was a Weasley even before she introduced herself. It's like a Weasley is a brand name or something. It's true that Weasley is a very big family, but please... They are not that many, either.

The Slytherine boy laughed pretty hard after hearing her explanation about those cute little monsters in digital world. No matter how cute they are, they still are monsters. The creator named them Pokemon with a reason, though, because they are all Pocket Monsters. Seriously, that was not even funny. Domi rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"Well, feminism was only a manner of speaking, really. Women who were defending their rights and places among men. But not in action, writing yes." she said, smiling. "On the first world war, their role were only to tent the injured and cooked. Even in the second world war, though Rossie the Riveter was symbolized as the hard skilled women who were doing most of men's jobs, they still weren't allow to fire the gun." she explained. Well... This was not her favorite subject, but to has a good argument with others is a lot of fun, and she enjoys it.

Domi looked at him. "Seriously?? This book contains the same facts as any history books had. Only longer, but basically the same. Nothing that that book of yours doesn't have, i guess." she said and poked the book on the table. She sipped her butterbeer. Domi laughed as she heard him stated her the job descriptions that he thought she had. "Okay, mister. Firstly, being a Ravenclaw wasn't mine to choose, and therefore, those two weren't really my job. I tend to try to answer every questions i have, but you hardly gave me questions here. Please be more specific so that i can tell you what i know. War that started because of some idiotic reasons maybe?" she said. Seriously, this is gonna get better and better.