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daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-26 19:15:00

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!2003: 09, blaise zabini, daphne greengrass

WHO: Daphne Greengrass & Blaise Zabini.
WHAT: Blaise requested Daphne present while he makes a very important purchase.
WHERE: Zabini Manor → Knockturn Alley.
WHEN: Early this afternoon.
RATING/STATUS: PG-13 - more than likely, will change if necessary / Open to Blaise Zabini.

Shopping.

That's what Blaise called it when he requested her over. How could a woman ever deny an offer to go shopping, even if Daphne had everything she could ever want in the world within her possession, she was bound to find more. Besides, if there was one person she could rely on to spoil her rotten, it was Blaise Zabini. Her best friend since childhood, he was the one person - aside from her sister - that she could rely on to not disappoint her. Of course, there were exceptions, but unlike most people who disappointed her in the past, Daphne was a little more forgiving towards him. That's why she didn't have to be asked twice to go on a shopping day with him. Slipping into a pair of black stilettos, Daphne made her way to the door, only to pause and check herself in the mirror. Running her fingers down the front of her black pencil skirt, she smoothed it over her body. Daphne was dressed rather modestly, then again, she wasn't known for dressing scandalously. Her mother raised her to be a socialite, with all the social graces and expectations of a woman of high society and class. Once satisfied with her appearance, Daphne plucked up her wand, and slipped it into a hidden pocket on the skirt and turned on her heels and disappeared from the foyer.

A loud crack announced her presence within the Zabini Manor, startling a house elf who was dusting on one of the window ledges. The creature went toppling down from its perch with a loud shriek. Sighing in frustration, Daphne turned her head away from the elf as she glanced around the foyer. "Tell Mister Zabini that I have arrived. I'll be waiting in the drawing room." Clearing her throat, she waved a hand to dismiss the creature. She could hear it grumbling and muttering under it's breath as it skittered off into the house. Sneering slightly, Daphne couldn't stand elves. They were such vile creatures to have around the home and their subservient nature infuriated her more than made her happy. She hated them around her home as she grew up, the way they doted on her and attempted to make her comfortable and happy with their overwhelming and obtrusive nature. The moment she inherited her parents home in England, she made sure she got rid of the elves inhabiting the home. She didn't want them running around calling her "mistress", and bending to her every want and need. Of course, Daphne wasn't the type to clean and keep a house, either, so instead she hired human servants. Mostly squibs and lower class wizards who Daphne saw herself as higher in class and nature. It was definitely an improvement from the elves, and she didn't feel so disgusted having servants cook for her than to have elves cook for her.

Heels echoed through the front hall and into the drawing room, pacing across the room, she moved to the window and glanced out over the grounds. This all could have been hers if Blaise had asked Daphne. The grounds lacked any animals, and was pristine in its upkeep. Instead of dogs and cats and other animals running around the grounds, there was the occasional bird that dotted the sky but that was it. Placing her hands on the flare of her hips, she tilted her head slightly to try and look past a tree and further out over the expansive grounds. Daphne knew Zabini Manor inside and out, she knew this house was practically hers. Blaise told her on numerous occasions that she was always welcomed at his home. Blue eyes searched the grounds, following one of the paths with her gaze. The last time she came by they were meeting on rather hostile grounds. This time felt different than that time. She felt much more at ease and calm. She didn't have the stress of Blaise being upset weighing heavy on her mind. This was just going to be a simple outing, right? Nothing more than two best friends heading out to Diagon Alley to shop and spend time together.

Where was Blaise anyways?

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blaise__z
2010-09-27 05:08 am UTC (link)

He had known whole heartedly that it would come to a surprise towards anyone of his early retirement. The choice hadn't come out of the blue, really. Thoughts swirled his mind about the sport becoming a lasting profession into his mid-thirties or so. However, when the thought dawned as an idea, it slowly grew into an investment that Blaise couldn't deny himself any longer. If he had been so sure of himself before, he would have made some sort of hint towards Daphne. However, since his thoughts weren't for certain, thoughts remained locked within his mind until the final descion came forth. Honestly, Blaise surprised himself. It wasn't like him to choose a side that his mum supported, despite the two being alike in many different ways. Of course, he wouldn't allow himself to believe in such things, pretending a likeness never existed between the two. He did have to give credit where it was due though. She was the reason behind the fact that he would be supported for the rest of his life and through a couple of generations.

Approaching Daphne in a calm demenor, Blaise had done so easily, not giving a hint of what he had been feeling at the pit of his stomach. The anxiousness grew quickly, but subsided for a little while as he had been staring at her from a distance. A part of him wanted to blurt out the reason behind their unexpected shopping, but he kept the thought to himself for a little while longer. "Good. That was what I had hoped, even though you know me, love. I do enjoy being fashionably late once in a good while," he replied with a broad smirk spreading across his expression just as easly as it had appeared on the woman before him. As the conversation had turned towards the subject of the help that he kept around the home. For as long as he could remember, the Zabini mansion contained house elves. A few of them had still been doing their duties since he had been a child, never the thought of freeing them from their bound to the family name. True, some could have been a liability, however, the creatures had been what his mum had preferred. That was the only reason that he had kept the help for that long. "Can't have that flithy mudblood around here, true. I shall think about it. How does that sound?" he asked, usually coming up with the same answer as the topic rounded every once in a while. And of course, he had always thought about the pros and cons about getting rid of the house elves.

As Daphne's arms had rounded his shoulders, he had returned the hold, sliding his own around her waist and pulled her close. Blaise always wished that there were more moments such as the one that they were having. Oh, how he wished that he had revealed how he truly felt about his best friend years ago. However, the fear of hurt had always loomed in the back of his mind. If he had done such a thing, he would never forgive himself. Since she had followed her mum's wishes a few years ago to wed Nikolas, Blaise had been kicking himself mentally because of that event for quiet a while. As he held her close and feeling a kiss upon his cheek, he had returned it as well, holding her within the hug for a few more seconds. A part of him didn't want the closeness to end, even though it had to eventually. After all, he had asked her to come shopping with him for an important reason. It had to be done today or at least look through Knockturn and Diagon Alley for possible areas of set ups.

"Well, it's very important," he replied with a grin, still remaining vague about the entire ordeal. If it had been the other way around, Blaise would have been attempting to get the secret out earlier. A few kisses and gifts might have gotten such a thing to spout from Daphne's lips, but one couldn't be all too sure. Sometimes, things had be pressed on harder. To his recollection, he had always succeeded in getting her to spill the beans. A part of him wonder exactly how much time that they had together that day. He knew that she had to return eventually to married life, no matter how much the thought killed him or tried to convince her to remain with him. If he tried, she would agree one day, right? Maybe. All he could do was hope.

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