Dom Weasley was the Gamekeeper at Hogwarts. It was a nice gig, paid well, and she got to stay on school grounds again - that was pretty cool. But she was always hard at work... keeping those games. Because, as everyone knew, games didn't just keep themselves! Oh no. No, no, no. It took a lot of work on her part to keep those games kept. Oh, yes, it was a very hard job-
Dom had no freaking clue what her job actually entailed.
Honestly, she just wandered the grounds typically, twirling her keys. If she saw a professor, she would typically hurry up her pace and rush by, saying something like “Love to talk, but my job’s never done!” before slowing down once she was out of sight. She took it upon herself to pull a prank or two, to rearrange suits of armor, to gossip with the paintings, and to do her nails in the kitchen while the house elves brought her muffins.
All in all, it was a pretty sweet gig her friend had gotten her.
She always heard members of the staff talk about punishments and discipline, and it always bummed her out that she seemed to have no part in it. But then she had realized – sure she could. Why not? It was totally possible.
And today was her lucky day.
“Hey!” she shouted, spotting two kids who seemed intent on getting to the baby-making process. She pivoted, heading straight for them. “Okay, okay, break it up!”