#203 Intrigue
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#203 Intrigue
Asking a Slytherin about intrigue is like asking a Gryffindor how to breathe. For us Slytherins, it’s about that simple too. Currently my major source of intrigue besides plotting on how best to further my financial standings and torturing the lesser Trio members is this amazing, quixotic woman. I met her in a pub. Barry’s pub, so I know she’s special. Barry is particular about the kinds of people he lets walk into his establishments. I don’t know why she was there. I was only there because I needed to drag a friend into some place that wasn’t anywhere she knew. She needed a break. I assisted. It was quite fascinating to storm into the pub and then all of sudden be struck by this gorgeous woman. Then to find out that not only was she absolutely gorgeous, but she was also independent and powerful. Yes, I will be the first to admit, that that is one of my major turn-ons. I love sexy, independent women. Someone who could be an equal instead of just a broodmare. A means to the end of procreating and fulfilling the family obligation, I need more. Which is why I’ve developed the reputation of being extremely discerning in my liaisons and potential marriage partners.
Intrigue is an important part of marriage. You have to share most of what, who you are with this person. If you don’t, you risk a joyless marriage. If you do, you run the risk of that person betraying you. The only way to avoid this is seemingly not to get married, which even in this advanced day and age is not an option for one like me. You need someone you can trust. Someone you can depend on.
Someone who can pick up the pieces of your stupid mistakes and make them better. Someone who can...still mystify you after twenty years of co-existing together.
So back to the lovely woman at the pub, we danced and talked and kissed. Oh, she had been badly mistreated by some lackluster husband who couldn’t see how much she was worth, couldn’t stimulate her the way she needed. He did what so many of my mother’s generation did. He used her for children. They had four, I believe. I wonder that she could not see his true worth. But then she had to abruptly leave. Her brother called her, Merlin castrate him and she left.
Still she is utterly fascinating to me. I am completely taken in, by the massively intriguing set of contradictions she presents. She is a puzzle I am determined to solve.
Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter