Dinner Party

[Blaise Zabini]

Blaise was in a foul mood. He had wanted to go outside and practice quidditch during the afternoon. It's true that it wasn't nearly as effective when you played it by yourself, but it was certainly better than his present activity. He stood in front of a mirror, and his reflection was scowling as he turned stone-faced in front of it. He had on a black suit, the lining inside a dark green. He also had silver rings on his fingers. In short, he was everything the pureblooded, Slytherin gentleman should be. And he was greatly annoyed.

“Blaise, why don't you come on down?”

[/color] his mother called from the bottom of the stairwell. Blaise glared toward the sound and wandered downstairs.

“Why are they coming over again?”[/color] he asked in almost a monotone. “I thought that we weren't having visitors. We wouldn't want one of them to turn up dangerous, would we?”[/color]

Desideria cast her son a dark look. “Don't you speak that way to me. I told you about this months ago, it would be bad manners to cancel now.”[/color] There was the smell of a well-cooked meal drifting throughout the house. Even though Blaise didn't want to be, he found himself hungry and his stomach growled loudly. It seemed like he really didn't have a choice... He gave his mother a dark look in return before going to the window and looking out as though expecting them already. Blaise was typically a solitary creature so he wasn't close to anyone even in his own house, aside from the times he hung around Draco Malfoy.[/blockquote]

[OOC: This isn't really the muggle world, but without anywhere better, we're putting it here for now! XD]

[Ariana Shallow]

"Ariana Cee Shallow! Get down here!" The loud scream broke Ariana from her thoughts. Her stormy gray eyes hardened at the sound of her mothers voice, "Why? I don't even WANT to go." Her voice was rather dark. Her pale skin was flawless as she made her way towards the mirror. Much rather hanging out in her room and doing something else than going to the Zabini's house. Ariana's well sculpted face was frozen in a frown as she started to tug at her dark chocolate brown dress that almost looked black. A growl rumbled from deep within her throat as she turned to face the other way. This wasn't her perfect little day first off her mother told her that she had to go get ready as soon as she woke up. It was summer! No need to get all formal for other people, but it is what pure-bloods should act like. Her mother's voice echoed once more around her room.

"We should be there by now!"Hissed her mother, who was by now watching Ariana by the doorway, "You look nice. The way you always should, great way to impress them." Her mother boasted happily. All Ariana could do was grunt in protest as she walked passed her with a bland look on her face. Her small soft curls bounced as she put on her flats and made her way out the door, slamming it behind her. Not waiting for her mother to even have a chance to walk out.

-Once they got to the Zabini's house-

"Put on a smile Ariana and be kind." Her mother jeered putting on a smile as she knocked on the door, waiting for it to open so she could see her friend again, "There will be food."

Ariana grimaced as her mother turned away, "I will try my best." Muttering to herself, she could smell the stomach greeting smell of food wafting off the door. Hungry as she was, she fought back the willing to go inside. Her 'best' was very slim at that moment, hoping nothing would get in her way of having a nice dinner, with people she barely knew.

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[Blaise Zabini]

The doorbell rang. Blaise started to head upstairs when he heard the unmistakeable clearing of his mother's throat from behind him. “Blaise, darling, would you get the door?”

[/color] she asked in a smooth voice, lightly running her hands through her long dark hair in a picture frame. Blaise stopped in place and turned. He straightened his tie and started toward the door, complaining under his breath about servants and there being no point in having them if she made him do everything.

He opened the door and looked at them for a second. “Glad that you could join us,”[/color] he said, feigning sincerity but not putting much heart into it. He stepped aside to allow them access to the living room. The smell of cooking food came in a wave with the movement of the door and Blaise resented having to eat in front of near-strangers. It didn't matter that he did it all the time at school, this was his house and he thought he should be entitled to eating in peace.

Desideria smiled her best smile, the one which had conquered the hearts of many men – even those who knew of her shady past. “I'm very glad that you could make it. Would you like something to drink? It seems that the house elves have failed to make themselves useful.”[/color] In other words, the dinner wasn't completely ready but was getting there. Desideria then looked at Ariana. “Are you of age yet, Ariana? You are in the same year as Blaise, right?” [/color]
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[Ariana Shallow]

Her mother looked at Blaise up and down with questioning eyes, as if approving him enough to talk to her daughter. She nodded slightly, "Thank you. Come on in Ariana." She motioned and walked inside the house. Her eyes wondered to Desideria and she smiled, "Thank you for inviting us, Desideria." She said with a warming melodic voice. She looked around and smirked, "The reason I didn't get them. I make others do my work. As the house elves are, I don't trust them in our home quiet just yet." She boasted calmly and walked forward, "Why not let's have a drink." Charlotte smiled and looked at her daughter and gave her a rather threatening look that seemed to say, Do anything wrong. This will be the last time you will ever step out of the house again.

Ariana shrugged as she saw the tall boy open the door, a smug smile came a crossed her face, Well isn't it wonderful that I didn't have to do that. she thought to herself inwardly. Her stormy gray eyes lightened with humor as she looked at him trying too fool his mother with his attempt of acting sincere. Ariana Stepped forward, her eyes falling on the house around her, "Nice place..." her monotone voice was short and curt, very quiet so none of the mothers could hear. Heading up towards her mother, she flicked her hair behind her shoulder and she stalked forward, trying to manage a grin, "Yes I am, same house too." Sadly enough. she added on coldly, bringing a ghostly appearance of a smirk on her face. "We haven't talked. Much at all." Her gray gaze falling on the boy her face was bland and hard-set.

Charlotte looked at her daughter and then back to Desideria, "How have things been?" She asked her thoughts wondering away from the two 7th years.

[Blaise Zabini]

Blaise was less than pleased that her mother would look at him that way, as though he were some filthy commoner in the street. What untrue motive could he have with her daughter? Clearly, she had forgotten that she was visiting the house of a famous witch. In her own way... His mother had been the reason that Blaise was allowed in the Slug Club meetings in his sixth year. Not that he had particularly enjoyed them. Having someone come in here and possibly disrespect him didn't sit well with Blaise.

Desideria was slightly annoyed as well, just that the woman would boast about not having house elves. Clearly she didn't know the satisfaction of having something else cook your dinner and being able to kick them without allowing complaints when they failed utterly. “Oh, is that so? A new house, is it?”

[/color] Desideria asked, going into a sympathetic tone. She was implying that perhaps they were new money. No matter what evidence there might be otherwise. But she crossed the room to a bar that was mostly burgundy with a black top. She poured out some of her best and handed glasses to the older woman and Blaise. “Is Ariana allowed to drink?”[/color]

Blaise smirked behind his glass when his mother asked that. For more than a year his mother had allowed him to drink whenever and whatever he wanted – and before that, on special occasions anyway. Now that he was an adult he still didn't drink regularly because he preferred to have a clear mind. With luck, the girl wouldn't be able to drink though and he would have to drink extra just to rub it in. At the explanation of being in the same house but not talking, Blaise nodded his head in confirmation. “I choose my company very carefully. I suppose that Ariana has not stood out.”[/color] He smirked at Ariana directly, wondering if she would make things interesting.

Desideria was more than happy to change the subject. “Oh, well enough, I suppose... I'm a little worried about everything that has been going on. You know that some of those Death Eaters seem to think that they can do whatever they want. I don't want them getting careless and killing someone who doesn't deserve it.”[/color] She gave a worried expression toward Blaise, who turned his head quickly to pretend his mother wasn't being... a mother, again.[/blockquote]

[Ariana Shallow]

Ariana looked up at the woman, her eyes wondering curiously around the building, "I am." She said with a fake smile and turned to her Mother with her stormy gray eyes, almost burning right through her as if to say that they should say yes. Cold raced through her body, I don't care if tonight and tomorrow ends up with me puking my guts out. I just want to prove I am no child. Her body tensed as she looked down at her feet and clinched her jaw together, feeling eyes piercing her back. Red flushed her faced as she heard him speak, "Thanks, I really didn't know you so much, Zabini. You don't have a large group of friends I see...not getting along with people must be your problem," She hissed, her mouth curling up into snarl at the boy. "All I know is that you wonder around Malfoy and his group. Not one of his minions though I see." She said forcing herself to stay calm on the last part, a smug look crossed her face and she looked at him, "Yet." Her mind raced hoping that she wouldn't be placed next to...him while eating.

Charlotte nodded, "When my son died, our family had to leave." she admitted with a sigh, her eyes glittered with pure devastation, "I would rather have a house elf, but I can't trust them with everything so new." She droned on, the woman looked at her and then whipped her head towards her daughter, "Of course she can." She said, looking a slight bit appalled but then held back a gasp of horror when she heard Ariana speak. Charlotte's eyes wondered from side to side, "Can you show me around the house? It looks real nice." She added quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice her daughters attitude, "I'm really sorry for her acting this way. She has just been so odd after her brothers death. Don't mind it, she means nothing of it at all." She apologized and then shot a glare at Ariana.

Ariana immediately frowned at her mothers mention of her brother. Her skin went from red to pale in a few moments, she held back a quavered sigh and then turned her head back to Blaise and lifted her eye brows. Her dark dress hung delicately on her shoulders but her voice and attitude showed nothing of a sweet, delicate girl her mother wanted her to be. Once again, a same frown hit her face and opened her mouth to argue but then shut it, Why does my mother have to act all motherly?

Charlotte smiled kindly, "They have been around and about our place, I say this thing should be over before anything bad happens to our families." She agreed, clearing growing back the mother kind of sense that Ariana hated, her mind filled with thoughts, "I have kept a good distance and I've heard that more than half of the Muggle-borns have been taken in as prisoners or killed." Her voice sounded amused at the fact, but it shouldn't be that surprising since they are always the first to go.

[Blaise Zabini]

Blaise could recognize the challenging look that Ariana gave her mother because he was known here for doing the same to his. He tried to hold back a smirk. Predictably, the smirk left his face when Ariana commented on his loner status. He actually wasn't bothered by that. People jumped to conclusions about him all the time, but they didn't realize that he was the lucky one. He didn't have to deal with people who couldn't hold his interest. Making a show about being so popular and great with people was so far out of his character he saw no reason to even be offended. “I get along with people fine. But if I start broadcasting that they won't leave me alone and soon we'll have people like you over for dinner all the time.”

[/color] Of course she would pull the minion card. People always assumed that he was a minion even though he was far from the follower sort. He considered Draco one of his only friends because they could relate on the same level. He could say that about so few other people. “It's seventh year. If I've not become a follower by now I probably won't. And who do you hang around with exactly?”[/color] he asked, both curious because he hadn't noticed and also mocking her as well. Must not be anyone who is that influential...

Desideria ticked in a 'that's a shame' way when she learned that her son had died. Although she didn't mind hearing about someone else's problems and they didn't generally upset her, she could feel for the woman because she couldn't imagine Blaise dying. All of those husbands that she went through didn't count as a loss, really, because she gained so much gold in return. “Oh, well, if ever you would like to borrow one of my house elves for a while, just a test run, you let me know,”[/color] she said, her voice absolutely dripping with sympathy. She was speaking of the creatures as though they were property and not living things at all. In her mind, she was speaking of them correctly. Her mouth became a thin line when Ariana spoke up that way. But in a sense she was only relieved that she had acted out before Blaise had. “Of course, Charlotte, come right this way.”[/color] The house was furnished beautifully with dark mahogany and golden accents. It looked like a very old building but was well-kept. “I understand completely. You wouldn't think so looking at him but Blaise can have quite the temper.”[/color] She lightly fixed up her hair with one hand as if it was a nervous habit.

“Well, muggleborns were bound to get what they deserve,”[/color] Desideria said indifferently. “Have you heard what they have said? Muggleborns steal the magic from the real witches and wizards. I knew that there was something more sinister to it. Who would have thought that muggles and wizards should have to live in the same world for so long? Maybe one day it will be put right.”[/color] She shook her head. “I hate to think of our children going to school with those... well, I shouldn't say.”[/color] She shook her head yet again as if to rid herself of whatever insult was on her mind. [/blockquote]

[Ariana Shallow]

Ariana looked at Blaise and pushed her head back, "Hey. Okay? I didn't even WANT to come here, thank you very much. I would rather be alone in my room or something." She snorted her eyes flashed with anger, he was assuming already on her when they basically just got into the house. Ariana looked at him and blinked, "I'm pretty sure you would be doing the same. So don't act like I should love it here. So don't even try to push it." Her mind rolled on with more insults she could think of but she held it back inside her throat and she automatically rolled her eyes, "I'm really sure no one likes you as much as you think, trust me. I wouldn't come running to you even if you were the only one broadcasting." Her eyes once more left his gaze and she twiddled with the end of her skirt before answering harshly yet unknown of what she should say to his question, part of his voice was in a mocking tone and she suppressed the urge to go up and say something back and then doing something 'muggle' like, "I'm pretty sure if you got sucked in you might, but you are too thickheaded to notice." She snorted. Ariana sniffed around and then stuck her head up arrogantly, "Me myself and I. It's one hell of a party. What's the point of having a friend when they just go off to someone like a muggle."[/b] She spat, "They don't deserve to be here. Nor do most half-bloods." Her eyes were has hard as stone when she finished talking and waited for his response, "Anything else. I am forced to be nice because my mother is scared that your mom would yell at us and kick us out. So you are lucky today."

Charlotte looked at her, "If we ever go broke, which is possibly never. I will be sure to ask. But I won't be needing it, thanks for the offer anyway." Her eyes looked around for the moving pieces of objects that cleaned, "I don't see the point in acting kind to them. They clean and they cook." She smirked slightly and then turned back to Desideria, "Thank you, your house is beautiful." She said looking around in awe and then turned to her and sighed, "Hm. I hope they don't ruin dinner with bickering. Ariana has a hot temper, but oh never mind that." She smiled and then shrugged slightly, "Blaise looks like a very nice man." Charlotte nodded and then smiled, "A true gentleman, you raised him very well, not that I would ever think that you wouldn't let your child under your standards." She ran her hand up her arm and then looked at her, "They have broken the Purity of blood. No need for them anywhere near Ariana. She doesn't interact with them. She knows so much better." Her eyes fell on Desideria once more and she spoke, "They shouldn't even be able to act with the muggle world, such pitiful creatures they are. They have many ways. I'm just nervous that they will go after pure-bloods who won't follow His command." Her voice sounded shaky as she said it but she knew it was true, "Those things. They aren't real Wizards after all. Would be great servants if they survive some how."

[Blaise Zabini]

Blaise was incredibly amused by how personally she was taking everything. This was one of his absolute favorite reactions. People seemed to think that they could be so cutting in their remarks to him. In reality, he was just having fun with them. It took a lot to seriously offend Blaise and the people who usually could were the people that he cared about. Because he didn't even know Ariana she didn't qualify. “I never said that you should love it here... What in the world are you talking about?”

[/color] He really just didn't care to have visitors at all. Though it was quite a relief that it was two females rather than another potential husband or something. He raised his eyebrows a little bit when she was saying that people didn't like him as much as he thought. This all seemed so randomly spouted that he wondered if she had already drank too much. Talk about a severe overreaction. At least one thing had been proven wrong. She wasn't boring. She was insane. “Thickheaded?”[/color] he repeated. He was probably one of the smartest Slytherins in the school, and because he chose to remain on the outside of the cliques and dating circles he picked up on what other people were and how things worked. He wasn't one to become a follower without noticing. And what sort of friends did she have that ran off with muggles? Clearly she had no taste to insult him so much and speak of such friends. He decided to correct her on one of the last things that she said. “Half-bloods aren't nearly as bad as blood traitors. They can't help that their parents bred with muggles or muggleborns... Purebloods have something to live up to. They should represent us better.”[/color] He thought of the Weasleys and glared off at nothing. He really despised the worthless blood traitors and their association with Potter. “My mother wouldn't kick you out. She would be too worried that people would learn she's a poor hostess.”[/color]

“Oh, well, you wouldn't be able to afford them once you're broke,”[/color] she said matter-of-factly. Her tone hinted that she wouldn't be able to afford this friendship either. Desideria had her image to think of, her sterling reputation. She tilted her head as Charlotte voiced her concerns about Ariana and Blaise ruining dinner. “Oh, well, it's alright, Charlotte. I'm certain that they will get along. I expect that Ariana is a good girl too. She must be feeling uncomfortable being here. Besides, we were all young once.” [/color]She didn't like the way that was put though because it made her feel old. Oh well, if she was old she still looked good for her age. It was nothing to be depressed over. “In fact, I had an idea just now. You know that the last thing I'd want is for a girl to come along and ruin what I've created with my son. I know that you have the right ideals in mind...”[/color] She had a slightly mischievous look on her face because she knew for a fact that Blaise would resent her when he learned of the offer. There was a chance that Charlotte would foolishly refuse but time was wasting, the kids were in their seventh year of school. “I know Blaise is not stupid, but I do worry about his decisions sometimes. I think that Ariana might make a proper wife for him with some work.”[/color] The subject of muggleborns brought her down again and she sighed a little bit as though it was the end of the world. It was, but only for the muggleborns! “The Dark Lord and his followers might be out of hand but it is still better than letting the muggles have their way any longer. Why should we be the ones in the shadows? They are the weak ones. History has proven that the strong survive and the weak die. They are only speeding up the process.”[/color][/blockquote]

[Ariana Shallow]

Ariana stood there and closed her mouth realizing she has gone way over the top with her talking. Her mind reeled with thoughts and questions she could ask but she saw the better of it and just stood there, feeling stupid. Her heart thudded making the world seem like it was spinning and she put the glass down, holding back the drink the was bound to come up. Her eyes foggy and she sighed slightly, if there was a number two of her fear list it would be vomit. "It was for future references. I guess. I don't know." she muttered darkly and looked at the wall her mind still whirling. She turned her head more slowly towards Blaise and shrugged when he questioned the word she used. Ariana growled inwardly about the muggle thing with her friends, thank god he didn't question her. Or he would have to hear her life that she told him. "Have a soft spot for them. Nice." She said blandly and then continued to watch him until he started glaring into nothing, tilting her head she blinked, "We have to prove that we are better than that. Unlike the Weasleys, who's father adores muggles." Ariana let out a small barely audible sigh of relief, "She doesn't seem so bad. I've found it that she is a good hostess."

Charlotte looked at her and nodded, a small image in her head of her being poor. Made her shiver, "Yeah I guess. If she doesn't lose her temper on him, she is bound to be quiet. She is a fine girl, only if her attitude would vanish, well get put back for more desperate measures." Her voice sounded soft, yet critical of her own daughter, "True we all were..." She said looking down at her hands and then she shrugged, still had rather good skin on her. Her eyes slightly glittered in mischief. "Very good point there. I wouldn't want my daughter to be taken by some random guy who didn't hold up to our expectations." She held her voice in a low tone so Ariana couldn't hear what they were speaking about. "We all worry about our kids decisions, it's a normal thing. He would be a proper husband for Ariana, We just have to see what goes over at the table tonight." She added calmly and with a shrug. When she went on about the Dark Lord she nodded, "Many people will die. For a fact I know that, they are always on the run and in hiding. I see no point, but they are the ones to be weak. While we shall stay strong." She nodded a slight bit with glee, but the fact they were talking about the dark lord made her cringe.

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[Blaise Zabini]

Blaise looked at Ariana with a slightly worried expression. It wasn't that he was worried about her, he was worried that she was going to throw up in their house or something. She clearly couldn't take her alcohol... If that was the problem. He couldn't see what else might be, as they were having quite the typical unhappy Slytherin conversation. Accusing each other of things and complaining about others. He decided to rant a little bit himself, as he didn't get the opportunity that often. If she was that drunk she probably wouldn't remember anyway. “Future references... You are an angry drunk, I think. I knew from your expression when they asked that you didn't drink that often. I don't mean to say, by the way, that I like half-bloods. You'll find that I don't like many people at all, but at least they aren't traitors. Having the Headmaster that we do... did...”

[/color] he trailed off, shrugging slightly at the fact that Dumbledore had died at the end of last year. “It's a surprise that anyone has been able to maintain their blood purity.”[/color] Not everyone was as dedicated to what they believed in as Blaise was. “The Weasleys are worthless in every way. They support muggle rights... A waste of what should be good blood.”[/color] When Ariana said that his mother was a good hostess, Blaise smirked. “She's like this even without company. Can you imagine?”[/color]

“It is a bit strange that she acts that way at seventeen. You did explain the reason why, and that could be all, or else because she has reached adulthood she believes that she should be able to do what she wants,”[/color] Desideria mused, tilting her head slightly to one side, her hair falling over one shoulder. “Blaise would give her attitude in return, I'm sure. I hope that it wouldn't cause you to leave.”[/color] When Charlotte commented on not wanting her daughter to be taken by someone who did not meet their standards, Desideria smirked a little bit. Those muggleborns could possibly have some influence over a person. If they could take magic from true witches and wizards who was to say what 'witchcraft' had gotten to them in the first place? A witch or wizard with good sense might even be in danger until they were taken care of. Though Desideria still believed that Blaise would choose a pureblood. She was still unsure whether he would choose someone that wouldn't simply marry him for money and status. That was alright to a lot of parents but not Desideria. “Perhaps we shouldn't speak of the Dark Lord any longer. I feel as though he must have eyes everywhere.”[/color] She glanced around the room as though expecting to see him standing there. [/blockquote]

[Ariana Shallow]

Ariana opened her mouth and shook off the sick feeling inside her stomach, she blinked "I'm fine. Just one big gulp." She muttered silently and then looked at him and shrugged. Her gray eyes still fogged over with some pain/illness and almost was done with the random fighting over nothing. Ariana's conscious took over a huge part of head and then she blinked, "No. I'm not drunk." She almost laughed but held it back, "I just don't like the taste. I felt weird saying no to something I was offered." At that moment she was serious, truthful in her words. Part of her wanted to act back how she was when she first got there, rude and mean, but once bricks were taken off her stone wall of secrets, she couldn't act as much as she did before, knowing they could abuse her verbally and then tell the whole school. " I don't know about them to much, but I know that they also have things to use against others. But so far what I've seen they...I just don't trust them." That was it. Her big issue with most people, they could just tell every single thing you've told them to someone else. Her pale skin got some goosebumps, thinking of what it would be like to have no pure-bloods left. "Too many children to pass on the same trait." she added on to herself. Her eyes glittered with humor, smirking, "My mother's the same way, but worse when she is mad at one little thing."

"I have. I'm not sure if it stuck inside her head or just went one ear and out the other," Charlotte words dripped out of her mouth as if it wasn't the first time she's said that to another person. A small smile went a crossed her face, "I don't believe I would leave if your son only projects back what she does. She needs a taste of her own medicine." Adding on to what Desideria mentioned. Her slender hand moved up to nervously take her own hair and play with it, "Good point." Her cream brown eyes on every single inch of the room, " I wouldn't be able to speak to my daughter if she even thought of marrying a muggle, I know she has much better tastes than that. She told me ever since she was a child that, 'She will marry a pure-blood or a half-blood if none of the pure-bloods were left. She would be alone if none were good enough for her.' That I am proud of." She smiled and turned back to face Desideria.

[Blaise Zabini]

Blaise thought that it was strange that she didn't like the taste of the alcohol. It must not have been the sort of alcohol, though, because it was sweet-tasting and expensive. Once at a family friend's house Blaise had experienced the woes of cheap wine. The man of the house had apparently decided to keep the best for himself and offer the guests the left-overs. Blaise hadn't lost so much respect for another person so quickly in his life. “I suppose that accepting it regardless is only the right thing to do,”

[/color] he said in a slow voice. Then he smirked at her. “Well, perhaps you're not old enough to drink after all.”[/color] He meant more mentally than physically. He wasn't sure what she meant when she said that she didn't trust them. Was she referring then to half-bloods? Mostly they had the same magical know-how as their parents, whichever way they were raised. If unfortunately they were raised in a muggle environment, they weren't much of a threat. But if they were parasites of the magic world then they could be, only because they might wriggle their way into a place of influence. Mocking the Weasleys was one of Blaise's favorite past times. “I wonder where they are hiding out now. They can't really show up in school after everything that they've said, can they? The Dark Lord doesn't want people like them wandering about.”[/color] Besides, if they were allowed to live, they might multiply like rabbits spreading their faulty ideals. “Like what?”[/color] he asked about her mother. He was feeling conversational at the moment.

Desideria was relieved that her son wasn't the only proper child to act out on occasion. She wouldn't admit it to Charlotte until that happened though. “Oh well, that's a good thing so long as they don't bring their wands out,”[/color] she said in a joking voice, though a small part of her wondered if Blaise had thought to leave his wand in his room. At least it wasn't that likely to get to that level unless one or the other said something really inappropriate. “My son says the same thing, when I talk to him about it. He doesn't like to speak of getting married at all, but he will change his mind once he is a little older.”[/color] She didn't care if he didn't want to get married. Because he was her only son, of course she expected him to get married and have children. She was afraid to tell him the obvious that he absolutely had to because that would make him rebel. “Only, I doubt that you want her to end up alone. Good blood shouldn't be wasted.”[/color] She looked very dramatic at the moment, as though it were purebloods in immediate danger rather than muggleborns. [/blockquote]

[Ariana Shallow]

Ariana stood there in deep thought before once again breaking out of it at the sound of his voice, "Yeah. I don't want to seem rude." She smiled, only because she knew she was rude, she just likes playing it off to see who falls for it first. Her heart filled moment almost collapsed, "Sometimes it's better to be young than old." Smirking, her eyes wondered on his glass and then back up at him. Shifting slightly on her feet she slumped to the side, "Probably more scared then Muggle-borns." A smirk plastered on her face amusement growing in her eyes, "Probably somewhere they made a home near the muggles. Most of the people who interact with muggles are bound to be killed. I hope they already were found." Eyebrows raised, Ariana looked back to where his mother and her mother disappeared, "Way too over protective, like staying by myself is a bad thing. When even a single thing is out of line she reacts as if I killed a man. A couple days ago I was sitting in my room doing, whatever I normally do, I hear her voice going on and on about how I should and shouldn't act to a Wizard that just barged into the house, almost breaking everything in his path." Ariana snorted, remembering the pale face, fat man shoving things over in a hurry to get to her mom, "I heard everything from upstairs and I stalked down the steps unwillingly until I came face to face with him... Then I lost it. I don't see the need to lie. So I started screaming and all that until he backed out of the house and disappeared from the woods." Her voice was cold, not because she was mad at Blaise, only because she was forbidden to play quittich by herself, or even work on her potions for class. Her voice went on, "So I was left standing there in a heap of broken rubbish that the man unkindly ruined. Not even feeling the need to put up a fight with my mother about why I did it, I just wondered back into my room. What do you know? A few seconds later the wizard is back and tells my mother what happened and there I was, cleaning up everything without magic. So I lost my wand and the privilege to Quittich." Ariana just stopped and shrugged, noting that her story was done, "They still are gone. Until I can prove myself."

Charlotte snickered at the thought of her daughter pulling out her wand, "She doesn't have her wand with her today," Her voice as sooth as silk as she looked around the room once more, "They seem to have the same ideas when it comes to things like this. I wouldn't expect any less from either of them." Pondering her thoughts, why would Ariana keep bringing up relationships when she said the same thing over and over again? At first it should of just been a quick and easy way to just get out her feelings, but it's has become far more frequent with what happened to her past, "I am starting to think that Ariana was crushed just that one time, she never would trust anyone like that again." Absent-minded she picked up her glass and took a small sip. "I know she will, but it will have to be someone who is willing enough." Her cream eyes wondered the dress that she wore and then she spoke once more, "I would want her to marry. She is my only child. To bad I don't have my son anymore to pass down the family name..." She blinked, a pang of sadness hit her stomach.

[Blaise Zabini]

Blaise noted to himself the distinction between seeming rude and being rude. He had used the little distinction to his advantage before. “As long as you aren't like Hagrid when you're his age, then you should be alright,”

[/color] he said bitterly. He was referring to the way that he played with such dangerous creatures and how he wasn't educated beyond his third year. He thought that Hagrid should be removed from the school immediately. Though with Dumbledore gone, he might just get his wish. “It shouldn't be too difficult to spot them, what with their hair and all.”[/color] He thought of each of the Weasleys in turn – intentionally skipping over the youngest Weasley. Her story didn't make complete sense to him. Indeed it almost seemed as though she had left out the smallest details as she would when telling someone who already had a vague idea what she was talking about. He did understand the overprotective part, but he wasn't sure that he understood why the man was there in the first place. “There was a man in there? Why was he there in the first place?”[/color] Losing quidditch was a sad thing, actually. Blaise wondered if the new school year would still have quidditch in it. If not, that would make things boring. He intended on trying out again for the team since it was his last year after all.

Desideria looked relieved to hear that Ariana didn't have her wand. Though there was still the danger of Blaise logic said that he was much less likely to pull a wand on someone who was unarmed. “Well that's good. I wouldn't want them hurting each other. Or the furniture,”[/color] she said as an afterthought, though she wouldn't mind that much if they hit one of the house elves by accident. Her eyes went instantly to Charlotte when she said something about 'just that one time', her curiosity piqued. “What are you talking about? What happened, Charlotte?”[/color] She knew that she might refuse but she really hoped not... She'd have to give her even more alcohol in order to get her to talk. “It has happened to a lot of us, you know,”[/color] she added sympathetically about not having someone to pass on the family name. She didn't have that problem... Whether Blaise's father did or not wasn't her concern. [/blockquote]