In which Stormy Arabelle, branded as the blood traitor of the slytherin house, known for her slight psychotic nature and inability to go a day without pissing off one of her fellow slytherins and in which Blaise zabini, the parisean boy, whose life...
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Stormy had no interest in Quidditch but turning down an opportunity to meet her friends would be stupid. She couldn't bring herself to care about the sport but seeing the faces of a few Irish players definitely piped her interest.
The sun was just about peaking from being the clouds when they arrived, a ground littered with tents varying from small t huge and Stormy almost choked on her water when she saw the Malfoy's obnoxious white tent with their peacocks. Their tents were next to each other and her parents were soon immersed in dull conversation with the Malfoys. The Weasleys wouldn't arrive until tomorrow, leaving her to wander around the grounds by herself.
Familiar faces where everywhere she looked and she offered smiles to whoever caught her eye, including a group of Beauxbatons students who invited her to join them. Almost perfectly fluent in French the conversation flowed so well. They joined her in aimlessly wandering around, buying cheap things to show their support to the teams. It was when they stopped to buy something that she ran into Blaize and Draco. Scanning the grounds with a look of contempt on their faces. Blaize caught her eyes and immediately nudged Draco who turned to see her.
"Fancy seeing you two here."
"Arabelle, why are you always everywhere?" Draco said, rolling his eyes at the blonde.
She shrugged, casting a sideways glance at Blaize, who was looking straight ahead, making sure to not catch her eyes. "Exscuse me, Mr pompousness, I need to buy something."
Blaize moved aside, allowing her to move past them and she followed the rest of her new friends.
"You're quiet,"draco commented.
"What should I say?" Blaize replied.
"You usually say something to Arabelle, just wondering why today you decided to be a stone man."
"I realized something."
"What?"
"Arabelle is something else. She's different."
"Have you caught feelings for her, then?" A look disbelief crossing Draco's face" The Blaize Zabini-"
"Will you listen?"
"Ya"
"She's different and maybe if I hadn't been brought up seeing the distinction between the bloodlines, she would have been mine. But I did. I know the importance of blood lines."
"But do you?" They had started walking surrounded by people as the sun blazed on." I mean, I'm only saying this cause it's you and we're tight, you know? Is she right?"
"Right about what?"
"Us being stuck up and thinking our blood is superior. I don't see eye to eye with my father. I've seen him do things, that just don't seem right."
"I don't know, Draco. My mother has had more husbands that I count on my two hands, some whose names I can't even remember. She doesn't talk about them. Peope talk about them. They say she killed them. But she's my mother, I couldn't expect her to do something like that. The bloodline thing it's complicated. Our parents wouldn't do something without reason, so it's got to be for a reason."
Draco was silent, his eyes catching sight of his parents. He could see Lucious, his pale blonde hair slicked back so perfectly. His mother laughing at something. They looked so perfect, so picture-perfect. If only they knew.
Blaize had his eyes trained on the man his mother was holding onto. The man she had been married to for the past 5 months had passed way during the summer. Blaize had had no attachment to the man, he had barely seen him. But the memory was burnind into his mind. He had walked into the library to find him slumped against the bookshelf, no pulse, his heart they said had stopped working much before Blaize had found him.
His mother had shed a few tears and had moped about their empty mansion and then the will, bestowing upon him and her riches. More than they needed and then his mother was off travelling the world while Blaize spent his summer in between friends's houses. When she came back she bought back with her, Thomas, a Bulgarian man, who laughed too loud and was too nosey for his own good. He knew he wouldn't last long, and as morbid as that was, he knew that Thomas would face his death within the next year.They all did.
And maybe that's why Blaize hut people out. He had watched numerous men fall into his mother's arms, they came into his home and before he had turned a year older they had been gone, buried deep into the ground, his only reminder of them was the abundance of riches showered upon him and is mother. He was scared of allowing someone into his life, scared that once they got too close, they'd slip between his fingertips and into the ground where the once came from.
