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Post by Blaise Zabini on Feb 5, 2011 23:47:07 GMT -5
Other than the occasional visitor during the summertime (his mother's, much less often his own) Blaise had kept himself isolated from the rest of the wizarding world. He did read the paper, and listen to his mother gossip with the other witches that came over. Maybe it was his imagination but most of them seemed to be much older than she was, or in some other way unattractive. Blaise assumed that it must have been a ploy to make herself look even better at all times. He didn't quite know why this came to mind, but the point was, he really didn't have a lot going on in his life. Not enough to keep him distracted from the rest of the world.
Did he hate muggleborns and muggles themselves? Not necessarily, they didn't deserve his full hate and he more found them to be silly stupid creatures, like sheep. The killings and all didn't upset him. The only thing that got him a little worried was that the Death Eaters' maniacal methods would lead to even the good people who didn't deserve it (like him) getting brought into the madness. He didn't much care for change, either, and following Dumbledore's death he had thought more about it, and wondered how the school would change. There were a lot of teachers that he thought needed replacing and a year before he would have insisted that Dumbledore was one of them. He hadn't decided yet whether or not he looked forward to changes that would inevitably take place.
He wouldn't say so aloud to the girl who was soon to be in his presence, but he was relieved that he'd be in the company of someone that he knew. Their relationship had been shaky at first because it was always hard for Blaise to connect to anyone at all. But there were some things that resolved themselves over years of people knowing each other. While he'd had a boring summer he briefly thought about embellishing the facts to make it seem as though it had been more interesting. That was one of the downsides of having an overprotective mother during these times....
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Post by shava44 on Feb 6, 2011 0:26:41 GMT -5
Lindsey was in good spirits, though her spirits had not flagged through most of the summer actually. Being able to do what you wanted to and have disposal toys was a real ego boost indeed. However, one of her few friends had contacted her about possibly getting together to talk before school started. Lin did take the paper and she wasn't sure how she felt about things. Being a dark witch didn't mean she cared for the way things were going. Mainly because Lindsey did not like taking orders from others and being restricted was a horror for her, a real personal horror.
However, talking to someone she was sure was not big into the changes either might make her feel a bit better about what she could see coming. So they had made a date by Owl and she was on her way to get him since he had never been there before. Closing her eyes she apperated, although not directly to his house since one could only apperate so far. Instead she arrived in Edinburgh where he was going to meet her in a particular park corner. When she arrived (wearing comfortable clothes under normal robes) it was easy to spot him near the corner, a spot which was hard to spot people from the street thus perfect for wizards and witch gatherings.
Walking over to him she chuckled and surprised him with a hug, her impulsive nature as always on high speed. "Hey you! Long time no see! You ready? Or you having a blast around here, watching people pass by?" She didn't know if he was familiar with Scotland, although he had claimed to know the city decently. She pulled out a map from her pocket and held it out, showing the islands off the North of Scotland. "Okay, so the reason I met you here is these are the islands and we have to head way out over here" as she traced a line from the Scottish mainland out to the little island of Auskerry.
A grin encompassed her face. "Once I get you there, the population goes from three to four." She laughed at his expression.
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Feb 9, 2011 21:02:39 GMT -5
Being an impatient sort of person on a good day, Blaise began to wonder if Lindsey was going to show up at all. It wasn't something that destroyed whatever good spirits were left in him though because he was already out of the house. Being away from his mother's smothering hold allowed him to think more clearly. And what was most clearly on his mind was that if Lindsey didn't show herself, Blaise would go to Diagon Alley and pick up the things he was sure he'd need during the school year even without a list; cauldron, quills, ink, parchment... He was sure that much wouldn't change just because the Death Eaters were taking over the school.
With this thought in mind (and brushing off a bit of lint from his black sleeve) Blaise was hardly expecting Lindsey's greeting. Who was the last person who had hugged him outside of the family? His face was burning but he tried to look dignified. “I've been ready... And where were you?” [/color]He gave her an odd look, noting her cheerful demeanor. It was incredibly out of place in these times, but in a way, he was relieved. He looked at the map, leaning over slightly to do so. It was a lot further than he would have thought... if he'd bothered to think out how far it might be. “From three to four? Who else is there?”[/color][/blockquote] [Sorry it's sooo short it won't be next time. I lost some inspiration from the whole losing most of my post last time situation, plus getting a cold that makes my head feel like a balloon. =O]
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Post by shava44 on Feb 9, 2011 22:28:26 GMT -5
- permission for god mod granted -
She noted his seriousness which was probably more appropriate then her joyfulness, but Lindsey had never been one to bottle up her feelings and if she wanted to do something, she did. H@ll would descend on anyone who tried to force her into conformity. But she was in a good mood feeling that if the world was going down the tubes, her corner of it was safe enough to stash herself away in at least.
"The island is owned by my family, but a muggle family rents the land supposedly. It's a good cover which keeps people from thinking it's free to build on and play on. And since they raise sheep it's excellent for keeping people distracted. There's a lighthouse as well that the muggle government uses, but it's nice and quiet, you'll see." Stepping to his side she folded the map and put it in her pocket before she put a hand on his shoulder saying "Ready?"
When he nodded she took both of them there, feeling the familiar hook in her middle, being yanked to the new location, familiar to her now. As they both got their bearings she said "This is the old ruins, whatever my family had an agreement with before the farmers. Some monks of some muggle group." Stepping to the old doorway she pointed down the island where some sheep were visible (black coated ones) saying "The farm is down that way, the lighthouse is off in the opposite end, not that you can see either from here, it's pretty far. But this is the place to come to if you are ever meeting me. Because of the spells you can't enter unless you are with the owner or family which is pretty much me either way."
She chuckled and waited for him to look around or say something before she continued. The smell of the sea was sharp and salty, a cool breeze as always coming across the fairly flat island blocked by the ruins leftover wall. You could also hear the crash of the surf against the rocks from here, see the smaller islands out in the far distance, clearly uninhabited. It was a solitary land, quiet and feeling of hidden power beneath one's feet. Lindsey adored the fact it was so far away from people, an excellent location for avoiding the human race.
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Feb 14, 2011 2:21:59 GMT -5
Blaise listened to her explanation of the island and couldn't help but wonder if the place would be so safe once the Dark Lord was picking off all the muggles. The magic community probably knew that Lindsey was there but would that actually matter? He continued to fall between extremes on the issue. He supported what was on the surface of the ideals of the Death Eaters but power was a funny thing. He was sure that it was more about personal gain than what was best for the wizarding world. Just last year hadn't Draco been bragging about his part in it?
He smirked at how stupid the muggles were. Having witches and wizards so close to them all the time, and never seeing a thing. If only they had the security that the wizarding world did, maybe they wouldn't be in such danger now. The smirk didn't leave with the thought. Instead it grew to a pleasant looking smile. What did he care what happened to them? He could only be amused that even the government of the muggles was so blind to their presence. “Sounds like you live in a pretty secluded place,” [/color] he said, stating the obvious to mask the fact that already he was a bit jealous. He had to share his place with an overbearing mother and filthy house elves. Did Lindsey have them? He wasn't sure because most witches and wizards wouldn't count them in this case. He nodded that he was ready, ignoring another wave of envy that came when he remembered that he had yet to pass his apparation test. Disapparating was still a very strange sensation. He had done so once with his mother and another time with a Ministry wizard regarding the death of a 'loved one' when he was still fairly young. Traveling by floo powder was out of the question, what with the soot and now the people watching the network. He looked around himself when they arrived, trying to keep his face impassive though he was interested. This was probably the most he'd heard about muggles in a long time, keeping the company that he did. “So then, when I pass my apparation test...” [/color]he trailed off, looking at her as though daring her to make fun of him for not having done so already. “Once I pass, if I were to come here again this is where it would be? It would be better than 'watching people pass by.'”[/color] He smirked at her before taking in his surroundings better. It was a pleasant place. His family did live in a place occupied by both the magic and muggle communities but he didn't have to learn about the muggles there. Somehow, the fact that she'd said something could have made the place seem less special. It didn't. The sounds rather than the smells and appearance relaxed him. To read or even just sit out here would be nice. “Then there is no chance of running across those muggles you spoke of, is there?”[/color] he asked, forcing himself to speak rather than listen. And through all this, still trying to seem unimpressed. [/blockquote]
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Post by shava44 on Feb 14, 2011 10:26:28 GMT -5
Lindsey nodded in answer to his question as she got ready to transport them. "Damn straight it's secluded. Few people can find it and fewer still know exactly where it is. I like being out where I can do whatever the heck I want and no one can see." No reason to point out she could kill and hide bodies there if she wanted since she already had; he didn't need to hear stuff like that. She just wanted someone else to see how lucky she was in this particular instance and Blaise was about as close to a 'friend' as she had in school.
Hie reaction was one she could have expected however.
She breathed in deep the sea breeze enjoying the fact she could and it didn't smell of dead fish and docks. So many places in England sucked as far as coast line went with fishing boats leaving their stench around all the ports. And it was clear this was an untamed place, wild nature at her best all around; an excellent spot for tough magics tapping the essence of magic. Which is probably why her ghost connection spell was doing so well with the twins actually.
"Pfft, it's possible but not likely, but who cares? That's what memory spells are for." Turning she walked through the ruins to the side door of the space and stepped through then turned back to him and said "Come on, Blaise, I need to take you through for you to be able to see it. It's part of what makes it so secure." She held out a hand making it clear she would need to physically bring him through. Her intension was to take his arm like he was guiding her, but it looks like she wanted his hand, unintentionally.
As soon as he stepped forward she stepped forward and they were standing inside the arched gate wall which was suddenly...there. "This is the outer gate which keeps the inner court free of ocean. Apparently during some bad storms in the past the island flooded, but since they built this it's kept the inner areas all safe." She walked the twenty feet required forward down the tunnel into the courtyard and then you could see the house. Twenty foot walls of stone certainly made one feel safe against the elements!
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Feb 15, 2011 3:13:15 GMT -5
Blaise wondered exactly what Lindsey got down to when there was no one around. Did he want to guess given her nature? She was unpredictable, it could be anything. He decided not to ask about it after all.
He shrugged when she mentioned memory spells. People would naturally ask questions if a muggle started to behave oddly as they always did after having their memory modified. It wasn't so much in the way that they acted as the way that they looked. In a secluded place like this she was probably fine. He looked at her hand, and, misunderstanding, he did take it rather than offer his arm to her. He didn't like physical contact but he thought that was what she meant, what she needed, to get him there.
He was still quiet as he followed her. He was interested in this place, and his silence was actually a compliment rather than an insult. He wanted to hear what she was saying about it, too. “What do you do over the summer when you're there? And who's going to keep an eye on the place when the school year starts?” he asked. Then he turned to her quickly. “You are going back, aren't you?” He didn't think Lindsey was dumb enough to become a Death Eater but what if she had other plans that meant she wasn't coming back? He'd have even less sane people around him if she didn't.
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Post by shava44 on Feb 15, 2011 9:22:49 GMT -5
Lindsey stepped across the yard (heather instead of grass) dropping his hand as she did so. It wasn't that she did not like Blaise (he was for her a good friend), but she didn't want him to get the idea that she was trying to seduce him either. As they walked towards the house hearing even in here the distant crash of waves she too his question at face value. "Well no one else except the family lawyer can get through the gate without me so it's going to be sealed up for the time being. It sat vacant for a long time as my father apparently didn't care for it much." As to what she did here, she wasn't sure she wanted to tell him everything so she kept it...vague.
She grimaced as she reached the doors and turned to him. "I've only this summer been able to do my own magic here during the term so there have not been loads of changes yet, but I'm working on it. There's a ton of old shit in here which has to be replaced or put in storage to make room for my stuff, but I don't have money coming out of my ass either. Gotta find a rich guy to marry who will let me fix it up at his expense," and she laughed. Opening the door she led the way into the entrance, a dark panalled old woodwork kind of space where they were greeted by the ghost. "Abraham, this is Blaise Zabini, a friend of mine." The ghost gave a half bow saying "Good morrow to you young sir and welcome back, Mistress."
Lindsey tried hard not to snort at the way the ghosts called her as she didn't want to piss off something wide awake while she slept regardless of whether he could touch stuff or not. "Moon, Abraham, call me Moon if anything. He's a guest for a little bit, not overnight." That was the code, letting the house know the dungeons and bedrooms would not be visible to him unless she took him there. Doors and passages would simply....not be seen when he approached them. Handy damn trick, she thought again. As she led the way to the sitting room on their right, she said "Oh I'm definitely going back no doubt about it. It's not likely to be quiet this year though, I'm kind of waiting for the other shoe to fall."
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Feb 15, 2011 22:15:05 GMT -5
Blaise didn't ask any questions. He was one of those who believed that if he tried to force information out of someone else, then they would have the right to force information out of him. Or at least, Blaise knew that they would think they did. Holding back whatever questions he had wasn't an issue. “Well, I don't think then that it would be that big of a deal to leave it vacant during the school year,” he said, not telling her that because obviously she would know or at least have her own ideas about it, but instead answering it for himself. Whatever damage had been done when her father left it uncared for, it wouldn't be that much more to leave it during the year.
Hearing Lindsey say things so bluntly made Blaise feel a mixture of disgust and utter amusement. The latter won out and he grinned at her. To say the money thing was not at all fitting of her high social standing, but at least she was honest. She would probably have no trouble marrying some moron. “Well then, you should be quick about it. If they have mothers like mine they'll probably start being paired up with various ladies.” He shook his head. His mother had already tried that once or twice. Meeting the ghost, Blaise wondered if the ghost acted as a servant. He would rather have a ghost than those irritating house elves any day. He nodded once to Abraham, but then just looked at Lindsey. Staring was never polite. Not that he usually cared but he would be stupid to want to upset a ghost.
Blaise smirked. He wondered if she thought that he was under the impression that he was here for something other than talk. Or if she brought people for that reason here often. Obviously, he couldn't know about the code that she had set up. When they reached the sitting room, Blaise tilted his head slightly to the side. “No year at Hogwarts has been quiet. But I know what you mean... At least there won't be so many students.” Whether that was good or not, he wasn't sure. They might have more adults (Death Eaters) than there had been adults before.
[OMG he talks so much less than her! Well, that will probably change.]
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Post by shava44 on Feb 16, 2011 11:32:55 GMT -5
She nodded as he spoke and showed him around the first floor some. Kitchen, dining, sitting and office-like space which were all older furniture and grimaced. "I probably can't get rid of all this shit cause it's family stuff, but I think the attic is gonna get filled. I might leave the sitting room the way it is just so the old farts who I have to deal with will feel comfortable here." Lindsey rolled her eyes, knowing Blaise would understand what she meant. If anyone knew anything about Lindsey, they could imagine how wild an interior would get if she was decorating it. Making a space for older people would be a grand gesture on her 'let's-see-how-much-you-can-take' attitude.
"I know. So many guys, so little time and all that. I've got a couple of possibilities to look at, but I think this house is my winning ticket! Knowing their son is getting access to a place like this should be a winner I would think when it comes to getting a parent to agree with it. We can't all have 'proper raisings' like you," she chuckled, sticking her tongue out at him cheerfully. As the ghost left them heading off through a wall clearly not needed at the moment, she watched and then turned to Blaise and spoke. "Abraham has been here forever. When I tell him stuff about who is allowed wear, the house seems to adjust. It like....hides stuff from people. Doors disappear, halls can't be found etc. It's really cool."
Actually the only people other then her to have been here was the lawyer and the wizards who cleaned up the basics. She had gotten to play with them a bit, having Abraham close off sections at random and changing things. It had been mildly entertaining, but it made sense too. If you had kids, you didn't have to worry about them getting in places they shouldn't be since they could not find the areas. "Yeah I don't see how we're gonna get through a whole year with Potter around. Morgana's Mustache! Even if he wasn't, things are getting nasty out there! You can't even walk through Diagon on your own anymore without being pestered by people trying to sell you cheap sh!t." Lindsey turned as they entered the kitchen and gave him a shrewd look; she knew he didn't really care for the DE, but he'd never come out and said it really. Time to push the issue? Probably.
"Look Blaise, I'm fairly sure I'm safe saying this with you. I don't like all this Death Eater sh!t. I don't want anyone telling me at anytime how to live, you know? Seems to me they have some of the right idea, but they are like nuts. Mental. How do you feel about all this stuff?"
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Feb 17, 2011 2:31:27 GMT -5
Blaise was actually impressed himself that Lindsey kept the things that didn't seem to represent her personality. There were a few reasons why that had nothing to do with personal taste, because Blaise was as specific in what furniture he liked as in anything else. The first was that making nice with people that weren't like you, especially older people, was a key to success. The other big one was that the furniture might be worth something, and time only increased value. “That's probably a good idea... I was wondering though, that ghost... I'm sure that he would like some of the older things to stay as well.” He was no expert on ghosts but considering they were dead people they probably had moments filled with the same irritating, demanding nature. He did speak very quietly. If the ghost was something like a servant he probably wouldn't try to listen but who knows how well ghosts hear?
“Please don't mention this place to my mother,” Blaise said with a playful expression. His mother would love to marry him off to someone who had a nice place like this. It could use some adjusting, he thought, to make it fit for a family. Was Lindsey planning on having children as well as getting married? He had never understood why marrying their children off to someone particular was an issue when sometimes they didn't even reproduce. A waste of good blood, his mother would say. He knew his mother wanted him to have kids to carry on the family name and pureblood traditions. Was Lindsey going to do so when she technically didn't have someone to boss her around? And why was he even thinking about that? “She would want me to start courting you immediately.” Jokingly he took her hand and looked into her eyes, feigning the sort of romantic look that boys attempted. “If I look at you like this will you consider marrying me?” he asked in a serious tone. Normally he didn't joke about this sort of thing, but marriage was such a ridiculous thing in his eyes that he had to. When she talked about Abraham, Blaise caught onto her earlier behavior, though there was no reason for him to suspect it to begin with. “You're hiding things from me, too, aren't you? Is it because you don't want me finding something, or do you fear for my sanity? In any case, I could use a ghost that does that...”
Speaking of Diagon Alley reminded Blaise that he had yet to go anywhere over the summer other than here. His mother and her overprotective nature... She had done well in neglecting him part of his life, and really he preferred that to her checking in on him constantly. He had a feeling that her reputation was what she was most concerned about. “I'll have to take your word for it. The last time that I went to Diagon Alley was just at the end of last year. But the signs were there in sixth year, too.” He looked uncomfortable. The only thing that really bothered him about Diagon Alley were the wanted posters with Greyback on them. The rest of the Death Eaters didn't scare him. Why they bothered recruiting trash like the werewolves was beyond Blaise. Perhaps they were laboring under the impression that the statement 'the ends justify the means' still had a place. “The same thing happened the last time that He was around. People were trying to sell fake 'protective' artifacts. You would think that the buyers would change, that there would be no buyers this time around.” He shook his head.
Lindsey's question didn't quite take him off guard. Because he tended to socialize with other Slytherins they were slightly braver than others in addressing the Death Eater issue. He considered it for a moment. As it had yet to affect him, he didn't know what he thought. But wait! His mother's paranoia was born of the things that they were doing. He knew his answer but wasn't sure that he could properly explain it any better than Lindsey already had started to. “I've always wanted a school that didn't have muggleborns in it. And I've always thought that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was pointless. It's more difficult to fight Death Eaters when you haven't learned what sort of magic they're using and all our professors have been failures.” Actually, fourth year and sixth year hadn't been quite as useless. “Those changes I could do with, but I agree with you. How they're going about it gets in the way.” He knew that all of it wasn't quite the reflection on his feelings but it was the first time that he had actually voiced them. “I would have been happier going about my life before than I am now. They were always beneath us... And they won't be forced to realize it. School is going to be chaotic.”
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Post by shava44 on Feb 17, 2011 9:56:11 GMT -5
Glancing at the approval in his voice, Lin felt like she had just had a pat on the back. She knew better then to throw away old family things even if she didn't care for them. The place was so stuffy, so full of itself and it badly needed redecoration to fit her tastes, not to mention children needed something as bright and cheerful as she did. Mind you, she would have to still tone it down as a fuchsia painted interior from top to bottom didn't fit even if it would have made her cackle. Again, she had to pick stuff that would appeal to others if she hoped to have a husband stay here. So many complications.... "Well there is plenty of space, I could have rooms just for myself if I wanted and let the rest of it stay this way, but it all needs to be updated anyway. I'm not old, this place is. And even ghosts need change to keep them...awake I guess is the right word."
His comment about his mother made her break up into laughter as she opened a cabinet and glanced back at him. "Ha! Well good thing we're not close associates normally, right? She's kinda not in my social circle yet," and chuckled before asking "You want anything to drink?" After getting them something (she personally had a glass of pumpkin juice as she didn't really feel like alcohol at the moment) she had walked around to his side when he did that look and sarcastically spoke about her loving him. Lin grinned and set down her drink and gripped his arm the same, putting the back of her hand on her forehead. "Oh my dearest, so long have I waited to see you look at me like that -- not." She stopped play acting and laughed again. "I do want a husband and kids, after all what's the point of talking about keeping the pure blood around if you don't make lots more options for others, but you have never struck me as interested nor wanton."
A sly smile slipped onto her face as she added "However, I do still owe you for your birthday..." and slipping an arm around his waist before he could refuse she gave him a quick kiss right on the mouth letting him taste her and prove to him she was never the shy one as well. He did taste good, but then again what were friends for? When she stepped back Lin grinned from ear to ear and said "Happy Birthday to you, Blaise." She then drank with a grin and answered his other question. "Honestly? You ask me if I'm not hiding things from you?" A snort of mirth. "A girl has got to have secrets, Blaise. Any husband of mine will have to deal with the fact that since the house is tied to my family, there will always be the chance of something being hidden here. Only I can do anything about that. Besides, he would have his own space as well that I wouldn't go in, it's called 'respect' for a reason you know." Her eyes twinkled at him as she took another sip and watched his reactions.
To be totally honest if she thought Blaise was interested she would have pursued him some more, but he'd never given her the slightest glimmer of interest that personally. She needed two things; a pureblood and someone who would never try and give her an order. That particular complication could be managed with a guy who respect her enough to leave her curse alone, but she had to be sure. That's why weak-willed boys were the ones she sought out the most, but she would prefer someone more...active. If for no other reason then to make sure she didn't have wimp kids either. The moons were down to a single one; it lay on her shoulders to determine the future of the family even with a different last name. Most boys, however, didn't really mind so much she figured letting some of the kids have a different last name if their wife was willing to produce more of them. Inwardly she chuckled at the idea of sex as a weapon; it was far better used to get total agreement.
She shrugged and sat on a stool at the big chopping block, running one finger around the table top. "People can be really stupid and forget what happened in the past. Especially when they panic. These Death Eaters certainly seem to inspire people to nerves. I noticed a lot of people looking over their shoulders a lot." She nodded, respecting what he said. It was a simple truth. Most pure bloods didn't really care so much about the muggles or muggleborn until they were trying to marry in to their family. "Yeah. I wonder if we will get through an entire year there. I think things seem to be building up to something although who knows what. As long as they let me make my own way I won't be trying to like throw myself in front of anyone else, but damn it. When people push me I want to push back, hard. You know me well on that at the very least."
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Feb 19, 2011 1:39:36 GMT -5
“Maybe you could just make another building for storage,” Blaise suggested with a little shrug, showing that he didn't know whether the idea would appeal to her or not. But what was an island for if not the extra space? She probably had enough room to build something else without disrupting the activities of the muggles that she kept. “That way you could update most of it and change it up once in a while. You know, when you have to entertain a lot of traditional people. Or are you going to stay away from socializing other than the husband you have t o attract?” He wished that he had a place where he could avoid the world around him... He knew that if he was in her position he wouldn't bother with getting married. Instead he would deny company and deal with things on his own. Was it all just a dream? Of course! Because he didn't have an island all to himself.
Blaise was suddenly interested in something. “It's strange that my mother doesn't know you. It could be where you live, I suppose, but she does go out of her way to get to know as many people as she can who are well-off. She wasn't always like that,” he added on quickly as if in defense of something that Lindsey might think of her. “She used to be... A lot like me, actually.” When had that changed? He didn't know. Maybe throughout the span between one of her relationships. He tried not to laugh at Lindsey's reaction to his silly words. He didn't care that she had rejected him – in play terms, of course – though he did wonder if the reaction would be the same if he was ever honestly courting someone. That could get awkward... he'd hardly put his mind toward romance, lost in himself and not ever seriously wondering what it would be like to let someone know him as well. The thought of it alone made him feel on edge. He would have to marry eventually despite his earlier thoughts, wouldn't he? But women would be scared away by him. He hadn't even responded aloud when Lindsey did something surprising.
When she put her arm around his waist, Blaise initially thought that she was going back to play-acting, as she was when she 'rejected' him. He thought she would pull away at any minute, but then she was kissing him... That was something else that he might have missed out on. He had technically kissed before, though that was in his time before Hogwarts. And it wasn't that people weren't interested, exactly. The wrong sort of people seemed attracted to him. Maybe they liked the sense of danger, but he didn't return the superficial feelings. There was not a time in Lindsey's kiss when he thought she was expecting anything from him. He understood it for what it was to an extent, a friendly exchange, though not one that he was used to. It was over before he wanted it to be. Still, he played it cool anyway. “Thanks, Lindsey, but... If you give presents like that to everyone, how many people did I just kiss vicariously?” he asked in an even tone.
”I know what you mean,” Blaise said with a little shrug, not much caring that she was hiding things from him. Actually, he was glad that she would admit to it. Not that there was any reason that he shouldn't. “I don't feel like getting married. You may think that a man deserves his own space, but most of them don't.” He absolutely hated clingy girls. It irritated him just to watch them clinging to other boys (or in the rare case, other girls). To have one on him... He would have to consider breaking wizard law for it. “I know that eventually I'll have to get married though if only to have children. Some people get married right after school but I think that I should leave my options open a while longer at least. That is, if my mother doesn't put me under the Imperius curse just to get me married.” As it was she only forced him to be around people he normally wouldn't be. Eventually, though, she would get impatient and do something irrational.
“That's easily shown by them buying things from people pedaling their wares in the street,” Blaise said, shaking his head. “Most of the time they would overlook someone who did business that way. Whether it's because of some form of ethics or because they think that the person selling things must be beneath them.” Yes, his own family and even he could be that way, but that wasn't the point. It was true no matter who it involved. He wondered whether or not Draco was going to also take a more active role in school now that it had come under the influence of the people that he associated with. Blaise didn't know for sure, but as the death eaters had gotten Dumbledore out of the way, it was the only logical conclusion. “I think that someone will find a way to get you to push them. Whichever side they're on. Even I might be prompted to do something if I'm not left alone.” He sort of wanted to lose himself in his studies, especially after the summer that he'd had so far. He wanted to be alone or at least only around the people he got along well with. But he was sure, just like in the year of the Triwizard Tournament, gossip would be rampant.
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Post by shava44 on Feb 19, 2011 12:32:03 GMT -5
Lindsey heard his comments about storage and separate spaces and it did click in her mind. She had been thinking about just moving it all to the ttic and restarting, but truthfully there were enough rooms she could make up a second set for people her own age instead and just alter who can see what from the foyer. Intriguing idea, but not for the moment when she had a guest. "I'll figure something out, I have the space to play with. And I guess the socializing depends on the hubster really. I need kids first and foremost tho for the family line, then I could retreat if I wanted to. The way things are going I might just wanna disappear for awhile anyway, you know?"
His mother. Well, she was rather glad she hadn't met many old stiff witches as they were not in her field of interest. "Not so hard to imagine. My father was the last of the line and he didn't stay here. He moved around a lot for work tracking down criminals and turning them in for money. Not a real glamorous job and not one where you meet people who want to remember you. You could say I grew up everywhere in hotels so there is no way she could have heard about me except through you." Would Blaise's mother consider someone of her background acceptable? Pure blood, had a mansion, fairly unknown, no relative to deal with, and wants kids quickly. She snorted -- of course she would.
She had the impression, just for a moment, that Blaise hadn't wanted the kiss to really stop, but she did anyway. If he was interested he should try making a move on her sometime rather then playing up the friendship card. Boys. "Ha! I don't give out presents to my friends all the time, buster and even though you asked sneaky I'm not telling. Not anyone else's business to know you know. Just enjoy the...quality of the experience, Birthday Boy." She gave him a wink and drank down the last of her juice with a smirk in her body language. There were more then a few rumors floating around school about her, although no one had come out and really said the facts so it remained nebulous. She certainly had played the game, but the number was no one's except her own.
Again, this was one of the reasons they were friends; they thought the same on some things. "I thought about it, but then I realized that the longer I waited the more chance there was for me to get killed or die early and screw the whole thing up. So I figured getting them started at least early on releases the pressure, gets me off the hook. Besides, you got to have an 'heir and a spare' and how many girls are egar to have multiples as soon as possible? it's in the plus column for match-ups for sure. I doubt I will have too much trouble on that end. The question will be if I can find a guy who would let me have more then two so one can have the Moon name and keep the line going." And that was a sticking point she thought for a bunch of people probably. Although tell a teenage boy he's going to have at least four boys would add up to them thinking about the guarantee of sex.
She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what they would be attracted to.
"So true. Bastards." She was silent for a few minutes looking at the wall while her mind ran through possibilities and found she didn't much care for the results she could see coming of it. "The worst part is whatever the outcome, I'm not going to want to be around much right after graduation till things settle down again. Guess I'd better do some stocking before things hit the wall." Irritated at the thought she glanced around and said what was most deeply in her mind. "What if they close Hogwarts part of the way through the year or impose some new rule that I don't want to follow? That would major suck. I think I need to speed things up somehow."
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Feb 21, 2011 2:33:32 GMT -5
Blaise raised his eyebrow. “The socializing depends on the hubster? You've never struck me as the sort of person that would let herself be defined by the people that you know.” It was something that he always (secretly) admired about Lindsey. He was not about to lecture her on it though because he thought that he knew what she was saying. That after she had her kids, she could go back to being herself. It still didn't sit well with him. “Then I hope that you choose someone who will let you live like you do. Err, to an extent. I would still want to visit you. If your husband didn't want you to have any male friends around the house would you refuse to see me?” he asked with an almost playful tone though he really did want to know the answer. “Disappear before or after 'the wedding'?”
He thought about her words. “I guess that's true. I'm used to being around people whose background I know well enough. Not that most of the people I know would say it willingly.” He was referring mostly to Draco Malfoy's father Lucius, who had pretended as though he was placed under the Imperius curse when everyone knew that he was a Death Eater. When he thought of it that way though he could that his mother might find not knowing a more acceptable alternative. She had heard one thing about Lucius Malfoy, knew that it was false, and still thought him acceptable only because she thought it would never be uncovered. When he was caught at the Ministry Blaise's mother had been a bit on edge, hoping that people who really were innocent wouldn't be hunted because of an interest in dark arts. She was quite the sorceress, actually. “Maybe one day you could meet her anyway. She would be more likely to let me leave like this.”
Not caring that much that Lindsey had avoided the question, Blaise just looked at her for a moment. “Well, you are a good kisser so you must be somewhat practiced. I wonder if people come by that naturally.” For a minute he had the strange urge to kiss her himself, to see if she would accept that, but he quickly pushed the idea from his mind. It wasn't hard because self-control was in his system, from fights to hormones to speaking his mind. There was a time and a place for everything and she would likely just laugh at him. “If you don't give them to everyone what compelled you? Was it a charity act because I'm always by myself? I could probably get a girlfriend if I wanted to.” He was sure it was true because he'd seen girls looking.
Blaise thought that she had a point. But if he didn't want to get married, his mother would be the one taking the real loss, wouldn't she? If he were to die that is. As much as he complained about her he didn't really want his mother upset so he took in Lindsey's words with some reluctance. Even though she was only stating her opinion of it, because he trusted her he applied the words to himself, and noted that she was on the right track. “That's true. I don't want to end up with only one son and die, only to have the line end with him. That means that I should probably start looking to settle.” He figured he could marry someone even if he didn't care much for them long enough to have a kid, then he could get rid of them. Not necessarily in the way that his mother was rumored to. He could find a way, and then move on until he did find someone worthy of him and have more kids later.
“If they close Hogwarts, I'll go into hiding myself,” Blaise said in a surprisingly bitter tone. He didn't want them to close Hogwarts because he liked the school. More importantly, he'd been doing very well in school for years and didn't want it to come to a waste. Even more important than that Blaise knew that Hogwarts closing would mean that they had some other plans. Their identity would slip away entirely, and what had Blaise spent his life working toward if not a good education and reputation? They could take that all away in their fervor. “What do you mean, though, speed things up?” He looked at her with interest.
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