Isabella Morgana Zabini (ex_black_wid245) wrote in unforeseen_rpg, @ 2007-10-01 22:19:00 |
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Let the Game Begin
Who: Isabella Zabini
When: May 31st, 1998, midday
Where: Chudley Cannons Quidditch Pitch
What: Madam Zabini opens the first Quidditch match of the new era, and with it her great charity
Notes: The scheming of Isabella Zabini!
Status: Complete
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Isabella stood just inside the tunnel leading out to the Quidditch pitch, listening to the muted roar of the crowd. The promise of a return to normalcy in the Wizarding World had drawn the largest group of people to gather in one place since before the death of Dumbledore. People no longer felt terrified to come together; in fact they felt safer, reminding each other that things were better now, that He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named was dead and gone. Nevermind the Inferi attack on Hogwarts, it was just easier to return to the things that made them feel like everything was better. It had happened the exact same way the last time Voldemort had been defeated, and Isabella couldn't keep the tiniest of sneers from her lips at the thought. She hadn't been taken in back then, and she certainly wouldn't be now. The Death Eaters were clearly still at large; the attack on Hogwarts had proven that. She would not be lax in her preparations, but she certainly wouldn't pass up the chance to take advantage of the ignorance of everyone else around her. Hence her plans for today.
"Miss Zabini?" a timid voice spoke up from just behind her. Relaxing her features into a warm smile, she turned and knelt down next to the wan girl looking anxiously at her. "Are you alright?" the girl asked.
"Yes my little darling," replied Isabella, patting the girl once on her head. She wanted to avoid touching the Mudblood child as much as possible, but she couldn't allow her distaste to get in the way of her plans. The world was changing, and Mudbloods were going to be an inevitable part of it. "Don't you worry about me."
"Isabella, we're ready," said Peregrin Parkinson, coming up to her. "The teams are about to fly out, and then it'll be all yours."
She smiled coquettishly at the Parkinson patriarch, and enjoyed the way he puffed his chest out and tried to impress her. Really, he was even easier to manipulate than most men. "Thank you Peregrin," she said, gently touching his arm once before taking the girl's hand and coming close to the end of the tunnel. Parkinson strode out ahead of them and caught the crowd's attention, announcing the teams playing that day and the individual players as they zoomed out on their brooms. Isabella knew that Blaise and his boy were there in the audience, along with Narcissa and her son. Her purebloods, all four of them. They were important parts of the plan, along with the Parkinsons and the other families that would soon join them. They would see that her methods were the only ones that would allow them to remain in power. The iron fist of Lucius Malfoy's day was no longer an option; it would require the velvet paw of Isabella Zabini. She rather liked the sound of that phrase.
"And now, I give you the woman responsible for all of us being here today, Madam Isabella Morgana Zabini!" came Parkinson's voice, and Isabella summoned up all the regal majesty she knew she possessed and led the little girl out onto the field with her. The sun shone brightly down on them, and she marvelled a little at the sheer enormity of the crowd all looking down at her. The thrill of it coursed through her, energizing her even more if that were possible. They already approved of her, and after a few minutes they would love her.
Above her, whoosing through the air, were the players. The bludgers were already whistling around the pitch, waiting for the game to begin. The referee was on her broom, Quaffle in hand, and Parkinson stood waiting for Isabella with a small box. She came up to him and nodded before turning her attention to the stands. Tapping her wand to her throat, she magnified her voice to be heard by all and took a small breath to begin.
"Thank you all for coming. Firstly I would like to thank Master Parkinson for arranging this match today. It is long past time that we remembered who we are as a society, who we were before the Death Eaters destroyed so much. I welcome you all to the first Quidditch match of the new era! The Chudley Cannons and Puddlemere United are only the first of the teams you have missed so much to return to the sport that unites us all as a community. I foresee that today's game will be one of the greatest in our entire history. It is the most important of games as well, because every Galleon that you have spent to attend will be donated to my charity!" Now it was time for the thing that would seal the deal. She picked up the girl child in her arms and smiled at her. "This is Amy Staunton. Her family was brutally murdered by the Death Eaters for being Muggleborn, and they left her an orphan with no one to care for her. One of countless children orphaned by the war. Thanks to Purebloods for Prosperity, Amy will not have anything to fear anymore. All the gold from today's match, and other funds gathered by pureblood families such as my own, will go towards the construction of the Albus Dumbledore Home for Disadvantaged Children. Never again shall our children go hungry or unloved due to the travesties heaped upon them by the servants of darkness! So on behalf of Amy and all the other children, I thank you for attending today's game, and I am happy to announce the official opening of Purebloods for Prosperity!"
She had intended to say more, but the screams of approval and thunderous applause drowned our even her magically enhanced voice. They were hers, every last one of them. They adored her, loved her for how much she cared. It was the perfect platform; the pureblood giving her all to help those less fortunate than her, modestly giving her gold and her legacy to the disaffected and asking for nothing in return but love and admiration. She needed nothing else from the rabble but their approval. She'd seen to it that everything else would fall into place as time went by. Cultivating alliances with the other families but placing them firmly under her leadership; setting Blaise up in a position of respect, allied with Harry Potter and his cadre; renewing the reputation of Narcissa and the House of Black, possibly restoring her relationship with the last remaining respectable Black family member, Andromeda - all these would further cement her position as the new face of pureblood power. If all went according to plan - and it would - in only a few years she would be as powerful as Lucius Malfoy had been in his heydey. And far more beloved and secure in that power.
Gently lowering the girl to the ground beside her, she accepted the box from Parkinson and lifted it in front of her. "Let the game begin!" she cried, and opened the box to set the Golden Snitch free. It soared into the air above her, flitting quickly into the light shining from the Sun, and she knew that everything was perfect. Let the game begin indeed.