Wanna Be Saved

- THIRTY FOUR -

Chapter Thirty Four
Future Lady Zabini

Bronwyn could have sworn if she was a comic book character that her jaw would be on the floor the moment she took a single look at the Zabini Estate. It was a large manor like house in dark grey slabs of well it was most probably something really expensive like marble. With long stretching gardens a high fence and well it just kept going on forever and ever. It was a pretty stunning looking estate something which Bronwyn was unsure she had actually ever known someone to live in. Sure Hermione came from a muggle family with wealth like a lot more wealth than Bronwyn's own had but this was much much more. And now she was supposed to be living in it.

She felt as she was gently pulled into the grounds of the estate feeling as strange floating as it overtook her body. And if she was being honest, whatever this feeling was it felt incredibly similar to Blaise, like she was suddenly feeling his presence all around her. She turned to look at him unsure as to what she was experiencing.

"It's just the wards around the house accepting you." Blaise explained but watched as her face of confusion persisted. He was then quick to work out just why she was confused, after all when he had arrived at the Burrow, the name for the shithole the Weasley's called home, he was unsure he even felt wards around the place. The answer to that was probably not it seemed to be something they had forgotten or just not done well when the place was first set up. Actually if he thought about it more, when the family kept adding room and room onto the building for the growing family they probably forgot to keep updating the wards. And therefore, Bronwyn had never actually experienced that comforting feeling of knowing you were safe.

"Why am I being accepted?" Bronwyn mumbled just loud enough so Sabine ahead could not hear her, the older woman having already entered the property leaving the two teens to trail behind her, taking the young witch's small set of luggage with her. Something which wouldn't remain small for much longer if she and her son had their way.

"I think the wards are accepting you as the future Lady Zabini." Blaise shrugged laughing upon noting her look of shock. But he tried to control himself from laughing for too long, the day had already been stressful enough for the older teenaged witch stood beside him, it was probably not a good idea to continue to test her. But he noted that following the settled look of shock on her face, that a smile soon took over. Clearly she wasn't opposed to the idea being presented towards her.

"I like that, Lady Zabini. We'd have matching initials." Bronwyn confirmed.

"Hmm, the only way we'll be able to determine who's post is who's is by whether its addressed to Lord or Lady." Blaise agreed, before deciding they had stood around outside for a little too long now and gently pulling on their still intertwined hands. After all, he had a lot more to show her about her new home and wanted her to get some time to just settle and adjust to what had happened, mere hours ago now. Actually as he looked at the gold watch upon his wrist had not even been two hours ago.

Bronwyn complied as she was directed through the front door of the estate, allowing the more familiar boy to take her wherever he wanted. At the moment he was one of the few people she trusted. But upon entering Bronwyn was confused as to why she ever thought that the place could be any less impressive. If the outside was anything to go by the inside was so much better. Deep wooden panels it was classy but so so beautiful. And as she continued to look around the place she would now be calling home Bronwyn was spooked by the pop of apparition as someone else joined the two teens in the foyer.

"Master Blaise, is this the new mistress?" A small voice called and Bronwyn turned to the sound finally noting that they had been joined by a house elf. The small creature a female elf if Bronwyn was not mistaken wore a black tunic with the Zabini crest the witch had soon recognised.