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Blaise Noel Zabini (fusconoel) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-09 22:01:00

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blaise zabini, tracey davis

WHO: Tracy Davis & Blaise Zabini
WHEN: Wednesday, June 25th
WHERE: La Lanterna
WHAT: Hopefully civil conversation
RATING: E I guess
STATUS: Closed / In Progress

Blaise tapped his fingers in a slow, repetitive rhythm on the table in front of him, frowning down at his water glass as he waited for Ms. Davis to arrive. This was the second time he had to go through this, waiting to meet with a woman who would no doubt become his wife. He sighed. He couldn't even bring himself to be that upset about it now, it was all just...tiring. He forced himself to stop the tapping, moving his hands away from the table to tug at the sleeves of his suit jacket so that the hems were perfectly straight. Did it make any difference at all? No, of course not but at least his wardrobe was one thing he had control over.

He glanced around the half crowded restaurant, trying to spot the woman in the dimly lit place. He had never taken the time to actually speak more than a couple of words to her during their time at Hogwarts but he was sure he could recognize her in the crowd of muggles. He wasn't sure how this would go from their little conversation on the journals but at the moment he knew he really didn't have to energy to argue.

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fusconoel
2008-07-11 05:04 am UTC (link)

Well, there goes all chance of civility. Now they were apparently down to death threats.

A dark brow rose as Blaise spoke. "How constructive." Two could play at the sarcasm game. He waited until the waiter had left them before speaking again. "Does it really make any sense for you to be lashing out at me as if any of this is my fault? If you feel such a fantastic urge to release your anger please, be my guest to storm up to the Ministry and rant and rave at Shacklebot, as long as you realize that it'll do you little good." He lifted his previously untouched water glass to take a small sip. "You may think it will be easy to just get married and go about with our separate business but even if its just on paper, marriage changes people." Already with the few couples who had managed to marry, he could see the change. None of them were the same.

"I would like this to go away as much as you would but it won't."

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tracecontrol
2008-07-11 06:58 pm UTC (link)

"Oh? And what would you propose we do, Zabini? Should I start planning to be Mrs. Zabini immediately?" Oh how she would like to take that fork and twist it in his neck. Or rather Shacklebolt's, however, it really was much easier to be angry with this man.

Frowning, Tracey traced the top of her glass before picking it up to take a drink. She wished it was some form of alcohol, but she could always go drinking with El later. Stupid Ministry and their forced marriages.

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	fusconoel 2008-07-11 10:24 pm UTC (link)
	'You're the last person in the world who deserves to be Mrs. Zabini.' He almost let it slip, he really did but he held his tongue. Oh no, he would not contribute to the already strained situation. He tightened his lips again. "Yes." He snapped out. "You should start planning to be a married woman. That is all you can do." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

tracecontrol
2008-07-12 07:35 am UTC (link)

A series of insults almost slipped out of her mouth and she was forced to press her lips tightly together to keep from insulting him further. She took another drink of her sweet tea to calm down.

"Lovely." This whole situation was hell. She probably would have liked and flirted with Blaise if it weren't for the obligation to marry him. Or the fact that he seemed to be a complete and utter fool, doing what the Ministry told him. "Very well, then I shall start planning our wedding immediately." Tracey smirked, imagining all the ways she could make an arse out of him at their ceremony.

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fusconoel
2008-07-15 11:29 pm UTC (link)

Blaise pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closing briefly as a sudden migraine flared at the back of his head. This was exactly what she was, a headache, a hassle, another stress to add to his shoulders. He was tired of it already.

"I doubt my mother would let you touch the wedding plans." For once he was glad his mother was so overbearing, at least she would do her best to keep this wedding from being more of a disaster as he could already see it being. He pushed back his chair and stood, pausing to drop a couple of muggle pounds on the table, only the manners his father had drilled into his head making him pay for her drink.

"This meeting was most enlightening Ms. Davis." He said coldly. "But I think it would be best for me to take my leave. It was nice," he sneered. "to meet you."

Without a backwards glance at his forced upon fiance, he strode out of the restaurant and into the nearest alley, apparting home before he exploded in public.

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tracecontrol
2008-07-16 04:35 am UTC (link)

How dare he! Tracey was left seething at the table and actually felt pitious looks from the people around her. How dare he! She was pissed! Nearby a vase exploded, making a couple scream. Tracey smiled as she stood up, picking up her purse.

She was not going to marry Blaise. His mother could plan the wedding all she wanted, but when the day came she fully intended on having that man all by himself at the altar. Sodding bastard.

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