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Three things I am looking forward to? In the near future? I mean I know my wife would probably say, weddings and grandchildren and a house to ourselves for once.

But personally? In the very near future I am looking forward to...

My afternoon cup of Brasilian coffee, freshly ground, with a heap of sugar and no cream or milk of any sort. I mean really, if humans could ever approach the ambrosia of the gods, this was to be in the top runnings for it. Strong and smooth and mouth-wateringly delicious.

Sitting in my comfy chair and finishing my book. For a muggle, Dick Francis writes extraordinarily well, I've gotten hooked into reading his mysteries and I'm gobbling them up as Neville or Hermione might put it.

Making love to my wife when she gets home from her job and there's a solid hour between her getting home and when people start knocking on the door to ask her questions. I've finally gotten her sisters and all of the children to learn and appreciate the art of knocking and then waiting for permission to open the door. As much as my wife would blush if she heard me mentioning it, that one time when one of her sisters decided to come barging in to my study to find my beautiful Dulinte...and caught us in flagrante delicto. I don't believe I've ever seen someone go so red so quickly. I am grateful that it wasn't Kimber. Kimber would have offered suggestions and then made popcorn, sadistic jewel that she is. Dulinte's good friend and Sister would have thrived in Slytherin. Almost too well.

But yes, those are the three things that I am looking forward to in the immediate future.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

Mad

Mar. 29th, 2008 09:46 pm
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During Blaise and Dulinte's eldest child's first year at Hogwarts.

To say that he was mad would have been a gross misstatement of the emotions currently fueling him. He was more aptly put, furious. Completely livid at the mismanagement of something as important as this. Really, there was hardly anything that rated above this in his opinion.

"What do you mean she's not here," he asked the bumbling official softly, with a dangerous gleam in his eye. " Explain it to me now" he ordered, "Or I will show you just how unforgiving I can be." He hissed the last part so that the listening devices would not be able to pick it up.
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Harry Potter
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He was looking for his cufflinks. The nice silver and emerald ones that Neville and Millicent had given him for his birthday two years prior. He'd looked all over the moderately clean apartment for them and couldn't find them anywhere. He'd flooed Adrian and Marcus, Hermione, everyone but Neville and Millicent themselves and he couldn't find them anywhere. It was really starting to drive him to distraction. He'd an event to attend to, and those matched more than perfectly with the outfit he'd had in mind. As head of House Zabini and heir to more than one powerful magical bloodline, it was vitally important that he look his station today. As he ran around the apartment, still looking for the thrice-blasted cufflinks, his wife was watching him amusedly from their sofa.

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Harry Potter
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221. "Never pray for justice, because you might get some." Margaret Atwood.


This is true. I can think of better things to pray for than justice. Justice doesn't need to be prayed for, it just happens of its own accord sooner or later. Voldemort, Fudge, Umbridge...Potter.

All got justice in the end.

If it were me? I'd pray for peace, for a chance that my children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren won't ever have to live through the things that I lived through.

Or a really excellent cup of coffee.

That would work.


Blaise Zabini
Happy Potter
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Hm.

Well it'd probably be easier to ask me what lies my mother didn't tell me. I mean she lied about my father, she lied about arranging for the deaths of all of my stepfathers except for Giuilermo. He's the only one that died of actual natural causes. I miss him. He was older than my mother by at least 2-3 decades, but he was good to me. He died when I was five.

That was when the real lies started to pile up. Lies about what my mother was doing, who she was seeing, what really was going on when she spent hours by herself down in the catacombs beneath the manor house.

About whether or not she really was working for Riddle or not.

My father on the other hand has only ever told me one lie.

I asked him how it felt to be the one that'd taken her out. He told me that at the end of the day she'd just been another Death Eater and that he slept fine at night, knowing that she'd been neutralized.

I never asked if he loved her or not, it's too personal a question right now. When Dad's ready, he'll tell me. Besides we've only just now found each other again, Dad and I. There's not much of anything I'd do to jeopardize our relationship.

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Harry Potter
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"To be great is to be misunderstood."

And the smallest violins in the world are playing right now. Merlin, Nimue, and St. Wilgeford! Who came up with that quote? And by what standard are they basing it from? What equates greatness in their eyes? Is it someone achieving the same sort of things that Dumbledore did in his prime? As much as I didn't particularly care for the man, there was a reason he was referred to as "the greatest wizard of our time." He managed to do and achieve an astounding amount in his lifetime. Granted, I suspect very few people ever actually understood Dumbledore and his various motivations for doing things (the man should have been a Slytherin, really he should have), but half of that was because the man himself occluded much. Or do they mean someone like Tom Riddle? Is that what they would consider great? Misunderstood, he was not, mishandled perhaps, but generations of wizarding folk could tell you that misunderstood he wasn't. He made his views very clear and they terrorized people for two decades. Golden Boy Potter? Well, there you've got me. He's been great and also misunderstood. Not so much now as before, but Gryffindor bravery coupled with Slytherin canniness is bound to make for some misunderstanding, not counting the emotional handicaps he grew up with. I doubt anyone disputes that Potter is great. But is that really the same thing? I doubt Potter is great because he was misunderstood or is misunderstood now. It's all so very odd, I really don't care for this prompt. I'm going to go and get some coffee.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
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He'd been walking down the hall of one of the Ministry buildings when he had run into a old friend of his.

Literally.

He'd been looking over some of the latest figures from some of his Magical holdings when he'd run smack into a short black-haired, brown-eyed woman. Looking past the papers, he immediately had apologized (sort of) and helped her stand up with her papers in order. Looking at her for a second, it finally registered who she was. "Andromeda!" He exclaimed, surprised to see her there, "Oh excuse me, I mean Lady Penthalion." He gave her a short bow. She'd merely quirked an eyebrow at him, "Hello, Lord Zabini, how is business?" she replied in a sweet low tone as she fell into step with him. He'd answered and then inquired after her family and business, all falling into the sweet intricate dance of Civilized Society.

He'd asked her out for dinner. She'd accepted and paid for their coffee at the restaurant the next afternoon. Falling into their same old routine from years ago, a perfectly matched pair, both driven and ambitious, looking for an equal, someone to keep up. They'd been business partners, comrades, occasional lovers when it suited them. She knew how he took his coffee and he knew how she preferred her hot chocolate (warm and lightly spiked with Bailey's). They knew the small details, the little touches that made it all worthwhile. Time passed, they drifted away again, she was married and then so was he. Every third Saturday of the month, they met at an outdoor cafe in Paris to catch up. Sometimes it was dinner, sometimes breakfast. Neither of them cared, just enjoying the presence of a like soul.

When either of them toasted at parties, they always toasted to "the old acquaintances and the new."

208- Four

Dec. 16th, 2007 02:53 am
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Four.

Four was the number of drinks he'd had in him before he'd come up with the plan that had eventually ruined his life. It was after another four drinks that he'd had the balls to share this plan with someone else who also used it to great effect. Eight drinks to ruin his life, two drinks in him to get together the courage to actually implement the plan, stone sober while actually accomplishing the deed.

But it had all started with those first four drinks.


It had been four drinks incidentally that had also saved him. Two drinks before meeting Her children ( he'd never met any one else with such a colorful background) and while it did not in any stretch of the imagination go well, it could have gone much worse than it had. Two drinks afterwards for both of them had led to them confessing to each other which had led to the conception of their eldest and the marriage.

Four to doom him and then four to save him.
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Now there’s an interesting question. How exactly does one answer this question fully? I mean a single person is a kaleidoscope of different positions and masks and functions that they serve in or are. They are a product of their times and families and their various upbringings. It’s a very multi-layered question, simple and yet not.

To break it down a little further, here are my answers to what I believe are the main events and things that make up who I am.

What does a Slytherin live for?

Power, wealth, prestige,

The satisfaction of a game well-played.

The knowledge that all of one's enemies have been neutralized in ways that can, in no manner be traced back to oneself.

What does a Purebred Wizard live for?

Power, wealth, a beautiful wife and offspring to carry on the family line and name, security.

What does a Survivor of the Horcrux Search and Battle live for?

The satisfaction that Voldemort is dead, and that as far as we can help it, nothing like this will ever happen again. That no one will have to suffer like our parents and we ourselves did. That our children can grow up in a more secure environment. That Good has won for now and Evil is vanquished if not permanently, at least for a while.

What does a Human Male live for?

Sex, wealth, a happy good long life, maybe a family, job security, well security in general, I suppose.

What does Blaise live for?

Coffee, love and lady Erzulie, Papa Legba and his Sunshine, and Her. His wonderful, beautiful dancer. He’ll find her again some day.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
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Intrigue...you can't be serious )
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Harry Potter
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197. You’ve been granted one wish?

The air had that good old Nawlins smell to it, smelled like sin, debauchery, abandon, and gumbo spice. He loved the smell, smelled like home to him. With her tucked under his arm, he was absolutely complete. In the place he called home, with the beautiful blond whose attention and love he’d somehow managed to attract, and a world free from evil megalomaniacs trying to convert or kill all that he knew. Merlin bless Saint Potter, and that was positively the last time he wanted to think *that* of all things. Grabbing her tiny hand in his larger one, he led them down to a particular street, “Love, you’ve got to try one of these beignets. It’s an integral part of the New Orleans experience."

After they’d finished their beignets and coffee and he showed her some of the highlights of the city, he took her to an old antique looking house. There lived Marcel and Tante Marie and Maman. Walking up the old stone steps, they walked in. He found them on the back porch, sipping their iced tea and chattering back and forth. “ Maman, Tante, I’ve brought someone special for you to meet. This is my Luna…” That was always where he woke up. Right before he could see Maman’s and Tante Marie’s reactions to the love of his life. But that life wasn’t his anymore, couldn’t be his, she did not remember him for her own safety and it was just best to leave it that way. But still if he could have one wish…that would be it.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
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I couldn't tell my mother that I thought she was idiotic for helping to give Voldemort the power to make the Inferi. I couldn't tell her that, even though inside I was screaming at her for being so stupid as to buy into the Dark Lord's seductive lies. That it would not only harm her in this lifetime, but abusing her gift like that would not cause our gods to look with favor on her. The Baron is a jealous master and he does not share with anyone, not even upstart Dark Lords. I was head of the household and I wanted to scream at her, but I couldn't. No matter how my mother has disappointed me in the past, she is still my mother.


Cut for DH spoilers )

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
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My moment of triumph? The day that Looney Lovegood agreed to go out with me. We went to the borders of the Forbidden Forest underneath this great big old rowan tree. I bought some food I’d smuggled out of the castle as well as a blanket for us to sit on. We talked, she asked about the tattoo I’d gotten the year before. I explained that it was a phrase I’d heard some of my cousins say and I liked it well enough to get it tattooed on my person. E sempre quei calmi, or rather it’s always the quiet ones in Italian. She thought it was cool and wondered about getting one herself. Then we solved a puzzle in the Quibbler and discussed the growing population of Gigglynermals in today’s society and how if not checked, they would wipe out all of the Zibbles on the planet. It was a good day. The last good day before everything went to hell in a handbasket.

178. Mummy

May. 12th, 2007 01:05 am
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My mother is not like other mothers.

She is a rich, beautiful Pureblooded witch that's been widowed several times over. She's also a devotee of Baron Samedi. The last is not something she advertises to our particular social circles, at least it used to be something that she didn't advertise. Ever since Voldemort found out about my mother's particular gifts, he's had her slaving over huge cauldron, working her magic to create batches of Inferi for him. She has bastardized the gifts she was born with in order to please a half-blooded megalogmaniac. All she cares about is her next husband, she enjoys the chase and even the actual marriage ceremonies and all, then after a certain point she tires of them and they have "accidents." Mother mourns and then the cycle begins all over again.

It didn't use to be like that. There was laughter and love when Papa Zabini was still alive. There were hugs and bedtime stories. But then he died unexpectedly and Mother changed.

Became the woman she was now.


Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
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This random little girl at the one cafe near my favorite bookstore in London.

She was there with her mother and as her mother had turned away to get something out of her bag, for some strange reason, the little girl ran straight towards me, jumping into my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. I understandably was startled, this sort of thing doesn't normally happen to me. There was something about her though that made me set my book aside. After I had set the book down, she smiled widely at me and after a few simple questions, I determined that her name was Kelly, that she was six and three-quarters, and that she liked this place most of all because they had really good sweets. She also mentioned that she wanted to run away with the circus and do acrobatics in the air like she'd just seen in one of the shows that had just come to the city. Throughout all of this, i've just been sitting there, nodding and smiling at the correct places, highly amused at this small little girl. After a minute or two, her mother makes her way over to us and apologized for the intrusion. Kelly had a particular talent for running off and she hoped it was too much of a nuisance. I assured her that it hadn't been and as the mother was dragging Kelly off, I heard her ask her daughter why she'd gone up to me. Kelly in all her childlike innocence replied that she had thought that I was looking sad and that I just needed someone to teach me how to smile again. I returned to my book and cup of coffee with a smile on my face, musing about how unlikely what had happened was and the unlikelihood of it ever happening to me again. But not even those thoughts could wipe the smile off my face, for the rest of the day, I saw a small chubby face with blond hair and blue eyes, smiling widely, completely unafraid when talking to a complete stranger. It was odd but rather pleasant all in all.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
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Would I ever kill a member of my own species?

Abso-bloody-lutely.

Blood’s already been spilled in this conflict, this clash between Voldemort and Golden Boy Potter. It’ll take blood to end it all. Ogun will demand it. With whispers going around about prophecies and quests and soul-splitting, there is nothing else for it. Especially if the last is true, if Voldemort really has created a number of Horcruxes that must be destroyed before Potter can kill him once and for all, then it is not matter of ‘if’ , but of ‘when.’ The Horcruxes are created by taking a human life and they must also be destroyed likewise. It could be slow, it could be fast, but for each Horcrux that must be eliminated, someone else will die. If Voldemort is the sadistic megalomaniac that he seems to act like, then just getting through to the Horcruxes would require human life, at the very least, blood.

But getting back to the subject at hand, yes, I would kill a member of my own species. There are some people in this world that would serve it better by leaving it.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
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To the Eastern Arabs and the Ethiopian Arabs,

The firsts to invent the marvelous aqua vitae called coffee and the manner in which it is brewed, I thank you from the bottom of my soul. There is nothing more valuable to me than my first steaming hot mug of java first thing in the morning. The lovely bitter taste and the sweet rush of caffeine from that marvelous first mug is what motivates me to get up in the morning.

I live for coffee, thank you for bringing this exquisite pleasure to the world.

Sincerely,
Blaise Zabini.


P.S. To the Brasilians who perfected the art of growing, harvesting, and brewing coffee, I also thank from the very bottom of my heart. I will only drink Brasilian coffee as it is the strongest and the smoothest coffee in the entire world. All of the world’s wealth could not repay for this service that you have done for humanity.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
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171. Biggest mistake made in a relationship.


The biggest mistake I’ve ever made in a relationship was to erase any traces that it had ever existed. It was during the war and I was one of the nameless few that assisted Potter in the task that he had set out to do. It was a challenge fitting for any Slytherin and I do not regret my involvement in it. Because of the nature of what I did, I believe that only the Golden Trio and possibly Lupin knew of my true loyalties. Everyone else assumed that I was merely playing one side against the other. Therein lay the danger, because to the vast majority of the “Light” side, I was still the enemy. My relationship with my girl would not have gone over well and there were far too many chances that someone would discover us and then try to use one of us against the other. I could not allow that to happen.

So in the interest of protecting her from anyone who meant us harm, I removed all memories of me from her and from anyone who knew about our relationship.

I thought it was the only way she could be safe.

I was wrong.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
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It had been late at night and he had woken up screaming from a bad dream. This was actually the third night of bad dreams and all he wanted was for his mamae to come and hold him tightly like she always would and chase away the bad dreams with a cup of tea and a lullaby. He opened his eyes, blinking away tears, but his mamae wasn’t there.

No one was there.

Grabbing his stuffed dragon (birthday gift from Draco a year ago), he shuffled out of his room and towards his mother’s suite. He was stopped by their House-Elves before he’d even gotten close. They tried to take him back to his room, but he refused to let them, kicking and screaming for his mamae, he made a terrible scene there in the hallway.

His mamae had come out and icily demanded to know what was going on. He had tried to tell her, but all she’d done was order the House-Elves to use whatever force necessary to take him back to his room and keep him there. Later he’d been told that his mamae had been entertaining one of the rich suitors that had wanted to marry the young pureblooded widow and that she had specifically ordered that she not be disturbed.

That was the first time that Blaise had truly been disappointed, but it was not the last.

Time passed, husbands came and went, and Blaise grew more and more disillusioned with his world. When his grandmother insisted her grandson come live with her for a while, he didn’t protest. Anything was better than watching his beautiful mother (no longer mamae) play her games and cast her nets and sell herself to the highest bidder.

He didn’t return until it was time for him to go to Hogwarts. By then he was a master at concealing his true feelings, he played the dutiful son, the good student, the young arrogant Pureblood heir flawlessly. No one suspected that if given the chance, Blaise would gladly disappear from this place in a heartbeat. No one suspected the depth of his disillusionment with the kind of life he was expected to lead.



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