Eddie Carmichael (edasich) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-04-02 10:00:00 |
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Blaise had never particularly cared for Edasich; the two rarely had reason to interact when Eddie had still been in school, which had suited Blaise (who barely liked most people) perfectly. That he was apparently Rabastan Lestrange’s secret son didn’t make Blaise like him more or less, but it did make him think that perhaps they had something in common. So, with brunch ordered and a mimosa in hand, Blaise turned his attention from the menu to Eddie. “Thank you for meeting me here today,” he started, as though this was a formal meeting that he was getting underway. “As you know, my mother is dating your father. I am assuming you also do not think this is a good match and that is why you’re here.” Blaise Zabini was someone Eddie would describe as inscrutable. Aloof. Hard to get a read on, and therefore hard to build a conversation with. His invitation struck Eddie as odd, but the Ravenclaw couldn't help but be curious what the younger boy would have to say. And straight to the point, it was. Eddie agreed with a nod, but couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever thought someone was a good match for your mother?" “Usually I don’t care,” Blaise answered honestly. “I am at school most of the time, and it isn’t as though they tend to be around for too long. But usually they are not Death Eaters.” "You don't care for Death Eaters?" Eddie asked, trying to keep the surprise from his voice. “I would never want to be closely associated with one,” Blaise answered carefully. He didn’t mind the work they were doing, less muggleborns and association with anything muggle made the world a better place, but his own wellbeing came before aligning with any cause. “Do you care for my mother?” "I barely know your mother," Eddie admitted, avoiding the real answer. They both knew what happened to Blaise's mother's husbands. And though it wasn't really his business, Eddie had watched the way she interacted with a previous step-son when their troubles came over the journal network, and he wasn't particularly keen for the same thing to happen to him. "I bet she doesn't care for me, though." “No, I wouldn’t think she would,” Blaise agreed, turning his nose up at Eddie. He agreed with his mother on that, he didn’t want Eddie as a step-brother either. “I would say it is in your best interest that we make sure they never marry.” Eddie lifted his mimosa to that. "Agreed." Besides, if his father was having troubles in his own dating life, maybe he would have less attention to pay to Eddie's. He took a drink. "So how are we going to reverse Parent Trap this deal? I have to imagine my existence is already not doing wonders for their relationship." The Parent Trap reference was lost on Blaise, but he was able to guess what Eddie meant from context. “Probably not. Maybe you should start being around more often.” Although that meant that he would have to spend time with the other boy and he always looked forward to holidays to finally find some solitude. “Or is your mother still in the picture? Perhaps your parents could reconnect instead.” "Nooooo," Eddie breathed out the word. "That's … no. That's not happening. Could your mum be interested in someone else? Is there anybody on a short list there?" “I don’t think she keeps a literal list that she is working through,” Blaise said. “Though I am sure it can’t be too hard to find someone more suitable for her to be interested in instead. Your father hardly seems like a catch.” Eddie's jaw clenched at that phrasing. He took another sip of his mimosa (what a ridiculous drink) before continuing. "Like your mum's a saint," he said, half into his glass. Blaise raised an eyebrow every so slightly at Eddie’s comment. Though he he was counting on Eddie having a problem with his mother as the basis of this meeting, he was still insulted on her behalf to hear it. “She can easily do better than someone who has been rotting away in Azkaban for years.” "For fighting for something greater than himself," Eddie shot back, surprising himself. Blaise didn’t reply for a moment, instead taking a sip from his (not ridiculous) mimosa, and straightening his cutlery. “It seems,” he said, voice calm when he began talking again, “That I made an error in judgement when I invited you here today. I suppose I thought, based on your reputation and propensity for creative solutions, that we would be able to work together but perhaps this is one of those rare occasions in which I was wrong.” Eddie stared at the boy for a moment. He wasn't about to leave this brunch without eating first, and sitting awkwardly with Blaise wasn't something he was looking forward to. "Look, we both want the same thing. So here's my first creative solution: we stop insulting each other's parent and instead start fixing this problem they have. It'll have to feel like their idea, right? Neither of them would take well to our meddling." “That is true,” Blaise agreed. “That they’re not engaged yet makes me think perhaps they do have other problems already, too. I know at Christmas my mother was hoping he would have proposed by now.” "He probably doesn't want to get—" killed stopped short in his mind as he remembered the rule he'd just suggested, and the state he'd seen his father just days before. "Married. She may have to do the proposing if that's what she wants. I should invite her out to meet. Coffee or something. I'm reasonably certain she wants nothing at all to do with me so I probably shouldn't let her forget I'm around." And stay someplace public, where she can't poison me. “Would your father listen to you if you expressed concerns about the potential negative relationship you would have with my mother if they were to get married?” Blaise asked. “Especially if you had evidence of her being less welcoming to you over coffee. Perhaps if I talked to her about taking the initiative to propose herself, and then he said no because of you, that would be the end of all our problems.” "I don't see why we can't try all of them," Eddie said. "Anything might do the trick." “As long as something ends up working,” Blaise agreed, raising his glass to Eddie. “Here’s to never being related through marriage.” Eddie lifted his glass to clink Blaise's. "Cheers." |