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Govoni · 10-11-2011, 03:26 AM

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December had arrived and with it the chilling cold that one usually associates with winter. This did not deter Blaise Zabini, however. While most of his classmates were inside the castle enjoying hot cocoa and cozy rooms, he could be found outside…

…Behind the Pumpkin patch…eating one.

His behavior had always been questionable. Draco Malfoy, his best friend and fellow Slytherin, had commented more than once that Blaise was allowing himself to stick out too much…

It was touching that Malfoy cared, really…but he was in the same boat.

Being Slytherin Princes didn’t allow them the luxury of blending in...

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SPOILER!!: The Theme List

Govoni · 10-11-2011, 04:57 PM

Quidditch

“ZABINI!”

Urquhart was screaming from below…waving for the new Keeper to join them back on the ground. Blaise’s usual position as Chaser had been switched due to Miles Bletchley’s serious hand injury.

Note the sarcasm on that one...

He’d broken a finger.

*sigh*

Joining the rest of the team, Blaise shouldered his broom, listening for further instructions. “We play Ravenclaw in a WEEK…and they’re looking good this year. We have to block their shots and maintain control of the Quaffle…No matter if the weather is rainy or breezy…”

These Quidditch rants were almost too much for him to handle sometimes.

Govoni · 10-11-2011, 06:59 PM

Spell

The Great Hall was abuzz with life and activity…Unfortunately, it was on the wrong side of the room. There was an unusually large amount of Gryffindors present at breakfast on this particular morning…immediately souring Blaise’s mood.

He did not like Gryffindors.

Not. At. All.

He was so deep in his brooding, that he failed to miss who had joined him at the table. “You look ready to stupefy someone…Need company?”

Ugh! That voice…He knew without looking that it was Parkinson. The girl was…seriously annoying…and vastly unattractive…

“If I needed company, Parkinson…it would NOT be from you.”

Now, where was I…

Govoni · 10-12-2011, 12:56 AM

Telescope

“Malfoy, unless you tell me what I’m looking for, I’m going back to my warm bed…”, said an exhausted Blaise as Draco paced behind him. Draco, who was clearly upset, continued ranting under his breath about…something.

“How can you NOT see them?” Stomping over, he jerked the telescope, looking into it before slinging it back. “There!” The blonde was pointing frantically towards the Lake.

Feeling his irritation rising at an alarming rate, Blaise adjusted the lens.

Oh…

OH!

It was…Potter…and the Weasley girl?

How disgusting…

Smirking, he offered the scope back to his friend. “Have a thing for Potter, Malfoy?”

Govoni · 10-12-2011, 01:41 AM

Hogwarts: A History

Why Draco Malfoy allowed himself to get upset about Granger, Blaise would never know. Well, he had a hunch…

That’s for another drabble, Zabini…

*sigh* Whatever you say, Cap’n…

*cough* Poor Malfoy…

“Did she actually say lower-than-pond-scum…or are you exaggerating?”

The blonde paused, giving his friend a look. Blaise simply blinked back at him. “She’s not really that smart, her hair is overly frizzy, she’s too pale, her robes are like potato sacks…” Draco crossed his arms and threw his nose into the air. “Where does she get off saying anything?!”

“I’m sure she read it in Hogwarts: A History…”

Govoni · 10-12-2011, 06:57 AM

House Elf

Most might wonder what it was that the Slytherin Princes did with their free time. Was it bribing First years? Did it involve a discussion about what girls might receive their affections on any given day? Or was it mostly talking about how to avoid Pansy Parkinson...?

Well, it was sometimes that last one…

No, most of their free time found them in the Kitchens…

…Trying to coax sweet pumpkin pie out of the old Malfoy house elf, Dobby.

Unfortunately, Dobby was starting to put his little elf foot down.

“No more pie, Zabby. Yous already had 5 this week!”

Govoni · 10-19-2011, 01:41 AM

Dress Robes

Blaise was standing on a raised platform, feeling extremely annoyed. The ladies of Twilfit and Tattings were working around him feverishly, trying to finish his smoke-gray dress robes. The Malfoy benefit was less than a day away and according to his mother, Blaise was to be looking for a suitable wife.

*sigh* He was only 20 years old, for Circe’s sake!

“…She’s a lovely girl, son. I will say she is a tad…round…”

His arms moved to cross, earning a tsk from one of the ladies.

“Mother, how many times must I tell you? STOP meddling in my love life…”

Govoni · 12-26-2011, 11:31 PM

Angry

Blaise could not believe Theodore Nott’s nerve.

How dare that sorry weed use his likeness in such a discriminating way?

The dark-skinned boy stormed through the castle, seeking out the boy in question. They were going to have a discussion. A long one, with the possibility of broken limbs. And lots of pain.

Ginny got to him first, though.

“Zabini, don’t you think you’re overreacting? I mean, okay maybe not. But don’t you think you’re being a bit extreme? It’s not like he’s done you any physical harm…”

Blaise gave her an angry glare.

“No, just attempts against my reputation…”

Govoni · 12-26-2011, 11:33 PM

Headmaster

It was on a Thursday Evening when Headmaster Severus Snape called Blaise Zabini into his office. Blaise, who had been enjoying dinner at the time of the unexpected owl, couldn’t remember doing anything that would have warranted him a summons. Sure…there had been that thing with Greengrass…but that wouldn’t have landed him here.

“Zabini, I need to ask you a very serious question…and because of the nature of this question, I will also need your COMPLETE honesty.”

Not really getting where this was going, Blaise nodded.

Professor Snape leaned forward. “Do you have feelings for Ginevra Weasley?”

Blaise actually gulped.

Govoni · 12-30-2011, 01:50 AM

Parseltongue

Blaise was making his way back from dinner when weird hissing noises filled the corridor. Quickly glancing around, the Slytherin noticed that he was standing on the Third floor…near where that ghost’s bathroom was. What was the girl’s name? Myrtle?

Stepping a bit closer, the noises, indeed, got louder.

Remembering what had been rumored to be in this particular bathroom, the dark-skinned boy proceeded with caution, immediately drawling his wand.

Was someone trying to open the Chamber of Secrets again?

Entering the lavatory quickly, wand raised high, Zabini’s eyes narrowed.

“Malfoy, what in the name of Salazar are you doing?”

Govoni · 03-07-2012, 06:13 PM

Charms

Professor Flitwick was in rare form as Blaise and Draco entered Newt-Level Charms. Rechecking his watch, he confirmed that they were NOT late…by mere seconds.

“You two! Find your seats. We have no time to waste.” The shorter Professor was eying them both shrewdly.

Blaise wanted to laugh in his small face, as he strongly resembled an angry garden gnome.

Draco, however, started with the crude remarks instantly. “These classes are rubbish, anyway. I don’t even know why I decided to return this year…”

Blaise sighed, not really caring about Malfoy’s self-importance or the ridiculous job he had to do.

Govoni · 03-07-2012, 06:17 PM

Portkey

Today was THE day.

All the fighting would be pushed aside…and that blonde annoyance would be taken care of. Not permanently…but it’d buy time.

…And time was all anyone really had.

Packing up the last of his things, he called to Malfoy to finish with his side of the room. Draco came in a second later, a lazy smirk in place.

“You couldn’t do it for me, Mother?”

Ignoring the barb, Blaise stacked his trunk and other luggage pieces before shrinking them down.

Seconds later, a small pop was heard as Draco Malfoy attempted to touch his trunk.

“Goodbye, Draco.”

Govoni · 03-07-2012, 06:22 PM

Room

Daphne Greengrass was eying him skeptically, quickly putting her arms through the sleeves of her winter coat. “Blaise, what’s going on? What’s happened to Draco?”

If he came into their rooms one more time to find this girl waiting on Malfoy, Blaise felt he was going to cause SOMEONE severe bodily harm.

“He’s obviously NOT here…and you obviously aren’t a boy. Meaning you DO NOT belong here, seeing as it’s a BOYS dorm.” He was sneering at her in total distaste.

These girls and the way they threw themselves at that blonde moron. It was disgusting.

“Do not come back.”

Govoni · 03-07-2012, 06:24 PM

Potions

What a stupid sod?!

Blaise was quickly working to clean up his potions setup in the Slytherin boys dorm. If Draco wanted to play games…then game on. Who did he think he was, anyway? Draco Malfoy knew how he felt about Ginevra Weasley.

For him to be a friend, one would think he’d take care and NOT try and destroy Blaise in such a deep emotional way.

Blaise Zabini would not lash out, however.

No, this was a mind game that would be settled in a purely Slytherin way. Draco had, perhaps, forgotten who he was messing with.

Big mistake.

Govoni · 03-07-2012, 06:28 PM

Homework

Potions homework had to be the absolute worst.

…And all these other students thought Professor Severus Snape went easy on them. Pfft!

Hearing his name coming from somewhere on his right, he sighed. He already knew who it was without looking.

“What, Malfoy?” Didn’t the blonde see he was trying to focus on his assignment?

“Did I tell you who I…ran into last night?” The way he’d arranged the words and whispered them implied that it was not him simply running into someone.

“Who, Malfoy?”

“Little Weasley.”

Blaise’s face blanked for a moment before he started gathering his books.

Whatever.

Govoni · 03-07-2012, 06:31 PM

Whomping Willow

A flash of brilliant red caught Blaise’s attention as he made his way towards the lake. This particular shade of red had him making a detour, leading him instead to the Whomping Willow.

When the boy got there, he was not disappointed.

There lay little Ginny Weasley, stretched out on her stomach in front of the dangerous tree as she read some large tome.

Merlin, she was beautiful.

Not wanting to startle her, Blaise settled for observing, instead…Noting how delicately she licked her lip as she read in complete concentration…

“I know you’re there, Zabini.”

He simply smirked in response.

Govoni · 03-07-2012, 06:53 PM

Pureblood

Being pureblooded was said to be a great rite of privilege amongst Wizarding society…

…but to Blaise Zabini…Well, he couldn’t have cared any less.

Of course, he’d put on the façade flawlessly. Most of his generation had been forced to do as much…He’d called the appropriate Mudblood a name…or he’d mention something about Weasleys and blood traitors.

In reality, it was a bit tiresome.

Some, like the Malfoys, Parkinsons, and Greengrasses, based their whole lives around the tradition of pairing the perfect pureblood male with an equally perfect pureblood female.

Unfortunately for Pansy, she was never included in said rituals.

Govoni · 03-08-2012, 12:45 AM

Muggle

It was a week after his seventeenth birthday when Blaise Zabini decided that the Death Eater setup wasn’t for him.

There had been a celebration of sorts because he and Millicent Bulstrode were finally of age, able to join Voldemort’s ranks. Unfortunately for him, that night’s special entertainment came in the form of two helpless muggle orphans who couldn’t walk or speak for themselves.

The dark-skinned boy had nearly lost his lunch after seeing what those sorry excuses for men had in store for the small, innocent children.

That night marked the first time he’d cried in nearly thirteen years.

Govoni · 03-08-2012, 12:49 AM

Astronomy

“What planet am I looking for?” asked a very high pitched Pansy Parkinson. Blaise, who was within hearing distance, glared at the brunette nastily.

There was something about brunettes that had always bothered Blaise Zabini.

The Slytherin couldn’t rightfully put his finger on it…but there was definitely something!

And this particular brunette had to be the worst of them all.

She was so remedially STUPID.

“Malfoy, can you tell your girlfriend to keep her voice down? She’s disturbing my thought process…”…and polluting the very air I breath!

Draco just eyed him, shooing Pansy away with the tips of his fingers.

Govoni · 03-08-2012, 12:54 AM

History of Magic

To the surprise of Draco Malfoy, Zabini happened to enjoy History of Magic.

Draco, who thought the class was useless and mundane, lacked the foresight to see what a rich opportunity it was.

History, to those able to look pass Professor Binns, was like a batch of dried tea leaves. The ingredients were there, all one had to do was add some time…and the events would unfold accordingly.

No crazy crystal-ball reading. No hot stuffy room with shawls all over the place…and NO constant talk about some ridiculous Grim.

History + Time = Instant Divination.

…Because history always repeats itself.

Govoni · 03-08-2012, 12:57 AM

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Alecto Carrow was a truly evil mind.

Defense Against the Dark Arts had become a battle ground of sorts for the Death Eater to practice his Unforgivables. Unforgivables that the man was trying to artfully teach to the class of Slytherin students.

Merlin, how Zabini loathe this parasite.

“Now, you just raise your wand, like so…” He was currently pointing said wand at Neville Longbottom, a Gryffindor classmate of his. “…and allow your chest to fill with hate…It shouldn’t be hard because Longbottom here is a BLOOD TRAITOR.”

Draco Malfoy was stepping forth, smirking. “ALL blood traitors should be punished!”

Govoni · 03-08-2012, 01:00 AM

Thestrals

There was something to be said about the weirdness that could sometimes find one such as Blaise Zabini. It was a Friday, the end of all classes…and the beginning of a Hogsmeade weekend…Yet, where was the Slytherin?

Outside. On the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. Talking to none other than…Luna Lovegood.

“So, can you see them?”

Blaise was momentarily caught off guard. Truth be told he wasn’t actually listening to her.

“See what, exactly?”

The blonde was giving him a searching look before frowning. “Thestrals.”

Oh. Right.

“I’ve been able to see them since I was 6 years old.”

“Oh…”

Govoni · 03-27-2012, 07:41 PM

Joke

The joke was on Professor Carrow.

Why Blaise had allowed himself to be talked into such a scheme, he wasn’t sure. Okay, that was a lie. Ginny had asked…and who was he to say no to that beautiful face?

“Zabini, check that bookcase…” The redhead was whispering as they rummaged through the Professor’s desk.

Following orders, he moved towards said bookcase. Something gold instantly caught his attention. “Gin, over here.”

Leaving the desk, she darted over, also spying the object.

“…That’s it.” Her hands reached out to snatch the tiny item…

Flipping open the compact, she tapped the mirror. “Hermione?”

Govoni · 03-27-2012, 07:43 PM

Owl

“Why did you name that owl Jupiter?” Ginny’s large brown eyes were watching him as he fed the black Eagle-Owl.

Blaise shrugged. “Would you believe that I just liked the way it sounded?”

In response, Ginny smirked. “If you were anyone else, maybe…but that doesn’t seem like you.”

The Slytherin matched her smirk with one of his own. “I suppose you do have a point…As you may or may not know, Jupiter is the Roman name for Zeus, the God of the Skies and ruler of the Cosmos…”

The redhead began giggling, smirk still in place. “It makes sense now.”

Govoni · 03-27-2012, 07:45 PM

Dragonhide gloves

“…If everyone would just put on their dragonhide gloves, we’ll get started.” Professor Slughorn was waddling back towards his cauldron, glancing at the liquid bubbling there.

Blaise and Draco were watching the man with identical looks of…anticipation.
A moment later, a piercing scream filled the dungeons, which had the good Professor rushing from the dungeon classroom. Many of their classmates followed out behind him as the Slytherins stayed behind.

They couldn’t be bothered with whatever was going on.

Draco started chuckling immediately. “That stupid fat-so.” Moving around the workstations, Malfoy made his way to Slughorn’s desk, snatching up his wand.

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