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Chapter 15: The Issue of Having Famous Parents

"Ah, right I see, Daisy Adhara Black." the man in front of me gave me a tight-lipped smile over the parchments he held in his hands. He studied my face for quite some time before lowering his eyes to the files again.

"I see, I see. Daughter of famous Mathilda and Sirius Black. And girlfriend, oh no fiancée of famous Quidditch player Blaise Zabini. Obviously you would apply for this job. To be close to him and also get famous. And it would be an honour to have someone of the famous Black family work for us."

Fury collided with disappointment inside of me. No, it wasn't the reason. The reason was that I still loved Quidditch, though not that much that I still wanted to play but rather do journalism on it. Mum said it would be the perfect job for me and I thought the same.

What I hated the most about those stupid job interviews was that everyone only ever talked about my parents and Blaise. Don't get me wrong, I love these people more than anything, but I hated to solely be their daughter or his fiancée.

"Well, I think you give me no choice. Someone like you, of your popularity, would make up a great part of our team."

"Too bad that I have to decline." With that I stood, shoving my chair back harshly. Colour drained from the man's face, his eyes going wide.

"What is the issue?" What a dumb question.

Silence was my answer when I spun around on my heels and headed for the door, ripping it open and stalking outside. This was the fifth interview and it was always the same.

"Ms Black, please wait. What is the issue? You seemed to like the job?"

"The issue? The issue is that I don't want this job because of my parents of my fiancé. I want you to hire me because I am a good writer and a good journalist. I want you to hire me because I have a talent for the job and not for my popularity. Have a good one, Mr." With the wave of my hand, I descended the staircase leading down from his office only to collide with a wall of muscles.

"Dai, what happened? You are fuming. I wanted to come pick you and celebrate, but seemingly it did not go well?" Glaring at my fiancé, I grimaced.

"Not well? It was as usual—shit. He only talked about my parents and you." Blaise strong arms wrapped around me while he lifted me of the last step and placed me in front of him.

"I am sorry, but I am actually more than happy that it did not work out."
"Great. You really are amazing. Your lady is trying to get herself a job and you are happy that it did not—"

His lips closed over mine, hand moving down my back before a soft smack landed on my bum.

"Could you at least let me finish? I might have a tiny little surprise for you." With a wary expression I watched a grin spread over Blaise's face. A part of me felt like punching him for that, but then, I really wanted to know what the surprise was.

"What surprise?"

"Always so impatient, my love." Another soft smack followed and I grumbled some curses into his direction. "Close your eyes and simply trust me." I did as told, still being too angry and irritated to protest.

Slowly peeling my lids open, I glimpsed around in—

"That's the Ballycastle Bats home training pitch." Blaise folded me in his arms again, my back pressed against his chest while we both looked over the pitch. Brilliant, his surprise was to bring me to his training pitch. So tactful...

"Great, I have seen that at least 500 times. Can we go home now? I want to bath and sleep."

His lips brushed my shoulder. "Nope. Later." Now I was really getting angry and impatient. I wanted to stuff ice cream into my mouth while sitzing in a boiling hot bath tub with my fiancé massaging my shoulders. But—

"Ah, Blaise, there you are. I was already expecting you."

"Greg, good to see you." Blaise turned us both around, only for us to be met with Greg Funnerly, head of publicity for the Ballycastle Bats. My mouth gaped, jaw probably dropping to the ground.

"Ms Black, good to finally meet you. I practically had to force Zabini here to finally introduce me to you. He always declined. I threatened to publish an article, saying he never showers after training." A snort escaped him when my gaze snapped towards Blaise.

"You said you didn't want to work for my team."

"I-I...I..It's a pleasure to meet you." I mumbled, my palms turning sweaty.

"Same for me. Well, I have read your articles and I have to admit I love the way you write. Then I asked Zabini here if he could arrange a meeting between us and he said no. Can you believe the fool?" I chuckled, biting down my lip.

"First, I thought some territorial, jealousy shit," —he gestured towards a bench where we then sat down— "but then I had to find out that you did not want to work for his team. Why is that the case?" Fumbling with my fingers, I tried to find an appropriate answer. Blaise clasped my hand in his and when my gaze met his he dipped his chin.

"I don't want people to think I am just here because of my fiancé or who my parents are. That I got the job just because of them."

Greg examined me, nodding and penciled something down. I got nervous. Was that the wrong answer?

"That makes perfect sense. I don't want you because of your fiancé. I want you because you are terribly talented at writing." He moved the pencil between his lips, biting down and examined me again. "So, what do you say?"

"I would love to do it. But won't people still think that I am here just because of Blaise?"

Both Blaise and Mr Funnerly shook their heads. "No. I will make it pretty clear that it is because you a phenomenal journalist and incredibly talented writer. If one person says bullshit about you I will simply write an article and destroy them." Vicious delight grazed his features. The corners of my mouth tipped up and I grinned at him, nodding.

"So, do you accept?"

"I absolutely do. Thank you so much, Mr Funnerly."
"Oh, Greg it is. I will do all the organisational stuff, arrange everything and I believe by Monday you can start. By the weekend you should have received my owl with all the details of where and when exactly. It was my pleasure, Daisy." Extending his hand, I shook it, grinning from ear to ear while thanking him over and over again.

He gave us a wave of his hand and disappeared within a second—aparated away.

Gaping, I spun around to my fiancé, clapping my hands and jumping up and down. "You know that you are the best. I know it is not because of you, but still. Godrick, I could explode with happiness. Blaise I did it. I have a job. For Ballycastle Bats." Blaise's grin mirrored mine when he snuck his arms around me and picked me up. "I am so proud of you, flower."

~2 months later; post Quidditch game; Ballycastle Bats won~

"Well, hello there, gorgeous." I drawled, pushing the locker room door open to reveal my only in a towel clothed fiancé. His gaze snapped upwards and he met mine when a big grin spread over his face. A droplet of water trailed down his chest, my eyes following until it disappeared into the towel.

"Someone is taking advantage of her position as a reporter and is sneaking up on her barely dressed fiancé?" I mirrored Blaise's grin, slowly waddling towards him.

"I cannot even deny it. I guess this is exactly what I am doing." With that I placed a kiss to his cheek, my lips curling against his. I inhaled his scent, smiling to myself in delight and being utterly happy that all his teammates had already left. "And I am here to congratulate you on the win. Thank Godrick, everyone has already left."

"Really? And how were you going to do that? And why is everyone already having left of benefit?" His brow kicked up when Blaise veiled his face in innocence.

A mischievous smile played around my lips when my fingers curled around the towel. "I think you know exactly how I am going to do that." And with that the towel dropped.