233. Surprise!
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slytherincoffeeSurprise! Your mother/a priest/an arch nemesis/the tax man/dinosaurs/your ex/a famous talk show host is at the door -- and at a most inopportune moment! Now what?
Was it really all that much to ask for one single solitary hour alone? He just needed to finish this one last thing. After he finished this, he'd gladly spend how ever much time anyone wanted talking about business or family lunches or whatever. This one last thing...he focused on it as he picked up the brush once more. This sort of thing took some very precise touches to make it picture perfect. One wrong move and he'd spoil it, quite possibly irrevocably.
BAM came a noise as someone came through the Floo upstairs. It momentarily startled him, his hand jerked the brush and paint splattered everywhere. He growled out an oath or two before very carefully wiping the paint spatters off. Finishing the last coat of paint, he left it to dry as he went upstairs to chew out whoever that was that was making such a racket.
He heard the noise coming from the upstairs guest room. He swore to himself as he stalked upstairs. He burst through the door, not even checking to see who it was. "Kimber!" He shouted, "You have got to stop this!"
"DAD!" Alana shrieked as her father burst through the door. She hurriedly scrambled for a sheet. Her husband Dylan merely chuckled to himself as he reached for a pillow to shield himself.
Blaise stopped, mouth hanging open, "Alana? ALANA!" He clapped a hand over his eyes, "What are you doing here!?" he demanded incredulously. "What's he doing here!?"
Alana rolled her eyes, "Dad, Dylan's my husband. He's going to go where I go. You should know this by now. I mean you were at the wedding after all."
"That didn't answer my question, young lady." Blaise growled.
"Um...Mother...Duel told we could use the house if we were in the area." Dylan explained, trying to hold back his laughter.
Alana looked at Blaise, who was shaking slightly, "Dad are you okay?"
"I'm leaving for several hours. I'm going down to the pub to get really really smashed." Blaise replied as he backed out of the room, hand still held firmly in front of his eyes.
Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
Was it really all that much to ask for one single solitary hour alone? He just needed to finish this one last thing. After he finished this, he'd gladly spend how ever much time anyone wanted talking about business or family lunches or whatever. This one last thing...he focused on it as he picked up the brush once more. This sort of thing took some very precise touches to make it picture perfect. One wrong move and he'd spoil it, quite possibly irrevocably.
BAM came a noise as someone came through the Floo upstairs. It momentarily startled him, his hand jerked the brush and paint splattered everywhere. He growled out an oath or two before very carefully wiping the paint spatters off. Finishing the last coat of paint, he left it to dry as he went upstairs to chew out whoever that was that was making such a racket.
He heard the noise coming from the upstairs guest room. He swore to himself as he stalked upstairs. He burst through the door, not even checking to see who it was. "Kimber!" He shouted, "You have got to stop this!"
"DAD!" Alana shrieked as her father burst through the door. She hurriedly scrambled for a sheet. Her husband Dylan merely chuckled to himself as he reached for a pillow to shield himself.
Blaise stopped, mouth hanging open, "Alana? ALANA!" He clapped a hand over his eyes, "What are you doing here!?" he demanded incredulously. "What's he doing here!?"
Alana rolled her eyes, "Dad, Dylan's my husband. He's going to go where I go. You should know this by now. I mean you were at the wedding after all."
"That didn't answer my question, young lady." Blaise growled.
"Um...Mother...Duel told we could use the house if we were in the area." Dylan explained, trying to hold back his laughter.
Alana looked at Blaise, who was shaking slightly, "Dad are you okay?"
"I'm leaving for several hours. I'm going down to the pub to get really really smashed." Blaise replied as he backed out of the room, hand still held firmly in front of his eyes.
Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter
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Date: 2008-08-18 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-18 02:46 pm (UTC)Just you wait...vengeance shall be mine.