Soft // Blaise Zabini

Soft // Blaise Zabini

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
∆ "There's bravery in being soft." ∆ After cheerful Espen Hattestad and his smart best friend, Willow Bjornson, were taken out of the Nordic School of Magic by their parents and transfered to Hogwarts it was clear that they would need some assistance. Their English wasn't very good. At all. Stoic Blaise Zabini was in charge of helping Espen for collecting so many detentions in just one month and having experience in speaking Norwegian with one of his deceased stepfathers. Dotty Luna Lovegood was in charge of helping Willow for being someone whom she had personal connections with and the only person other than Blaise in all of Hogwarts who spoke even a little bit of Norwegian. Read on for the story of how Blaise Zabini realised that it is okay to be soft with the help of some unlikely friends.
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My name is Ophelia Zabini. The Zabini family took me in when my mother died after giving birth to me, and my father not wanting me. I grew up with Blaise, Pansy Parkinson, and Draco Malfoy. A year after Blaise, Pansy, and Draco turned eleven and were sent to Hogwarts, it was my turn to go. However, Mum and Dad thought it would be better to send me to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, something about staying away from someone; staying pure. I was disappointed I wouldn't be able to see everyone, but I obliged, and everything was going great. Then one night during supper, our palace was infiltrated, and Death Eaters attacked us. After being hit with a spell I don't ever remember existing, I remember Blaise apparating me to, what I'm assuming to be, the Great Hall in Hogwarts. I remember Blaise screaming for help and professors scrambling to get to me. But what I distinctively hear is a scream of my name. Coming from none other than the most wonderful man in the world; Draco Malfoy.

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