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Post by ADALIA ZABINI on Jan 5, 2010 2:02:07 GMT -8
 We are the innocent ones
You can't take back the damage done
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -to say that getting away from the house of zabini after being there for two weeks was a relief to adalia zabini was basically an understatement. nothing to get her wrong. her family is very important to her. her mother is the one that drives her from the house. while loving her mother unconditionally, a snag had formed in the recent years to cast their semi-close relationship as mother and daughter out the window. there was no way that she could put her finger on it, but pansy zabini was always overly cautious. it was like she was too afraid of some things, like she had something to hide. only a few years ago, adalia began to get sniff of it and hasn't let it go since. this, of course, only proceeded to tear her from whatever kind of relationship she had with her mother. besides that, she had a feeling that she had quite a large hand in the picking of reese bletchley as her betrothed. the slight thought of it only made the lunch in her stomach churn and caused her to push away the remainder of what was on her plate, which wasn't much nor had it been in the first place.
truthfully, reese bletchley being her soon-to-be husband wasn't the part that made her almost sick. the whole concept of a pureblood marriage was. the thought that she was supposed to marry young, being something like a 'trophy wife', produce a few children in hopes for an heir to the family name, and watch and do nothing as her husband went around doing whatever (or whomever) he pleased did not entertain her desires at all. that was nothing that adalia wanted to be. being a girl, of course she dreamed of being married and having a family. it had been her single impression that it would be all with someone that she chose on her own, not someone her parents chose. pureblood standards were ones that she followed, except for that one. adalia zabini wasn't exactly a conforming kind of person. independent was more like it, with a set structure of how things were supposed to go. any man who thought that she would enter a marriage and be anything less than his complete equal would surely wish he never met her. that was just not how she would live out her life, not like her mother. she was meant to do things, great things. whether or not if she knew exactly what those things were was not the point. the point was that she would not bow down to anyone, least of all a man she was supposedly supposed to be married to.
the swoop of the wings entering the great hall did not bring her attention upwards away from the potions book now open in front of her on the table. it would be pointless for her to look up in the mess of owls for her hawk owl since she was not expecting any mail. it was only the first saturday after returning to the castle. her mother wrote often as did her father, but not that fast. as her own message carrier landed right onto the book she was studying from, adalia could not help but jump back slightly in shock of its presence. "faulkner, quite a surprise to find you visiting so early," she murmured to him as he blinked at her. the rather thick looking envelope attached to his leg only made her sigh, a heavier emphasis as she noticed it was her mother's handwriting on the outside of the envelope. her elegant fingers quickly untied the envelope from his outstretched leg and fetched a piece of roll to toss to him before he took off for what was undoubtedly the owlery. adalia tossed what was obviously a lengthy letter from her mother into her potions book and slammed it shut, only to pick it and herself up to trudge off. there was no way that she would spend the rest of her lunch reading through whatever her mother had just sent her in front of everyone. people who knew not to mind their own business frequented the halls of hogwarts, and the slytherin commons would more suitable. since the table was full anyway, it would only mean the commons was basically empty.
the days when the slytherin house was one to fear were the days that she wished that she lived in. a few glances her way in the entrance hall as she passed fellow students of other houses made her disgusted. what made them think that they could just stare at her as they pleased, without being questioned or put in their place. a scowl escaped her lips as she shook her head and descended into the lower levels of hogwarts. what bliss the days of her mother and father must have been. there wasn't any part of her that wouldn't give to put them all in their places, show them all just what she was capable of. that, however, would not do any good at this point. hogwarts was beyond corrupt. here, the students believed that slytherin was the house to mock instead of to fear. the students believed that the purebloods were nothing more than jesters in the courts of supposed kings. one day, someone would step up and shatter that formed observation. and when they did, adalia zabini would be there. the password for the common room was muttered before she had even reached the porthole, granting her entrance without any hesitation in her step. her assumption that the commons would be empty due to lunchtime was proved true as she looked up to see the empty area with an unlit fireplace to match. another scowl escaped her lips as she flicked her wand at the fireplace and sparks emitted from it to roar the fireplace to life without a word escaping her lips. wandless magic had its benefits.
the book dropped to the coffee table in front of the couch where she placed herself, ruffling the pages to seemingly spit out the letter. her blue eyes glanced down to the letter with mixed feelings behind them. what could her mother possibly be writing to her about? it had only been six days since she had left home. nothing could have changed that much, least of all something to pack into a several page letter (or so it appeared to be). brushing a piece of owl feather she spotted on the arm of the gold one-shoulder top she had one, she reached forward and picked up the envelope. hopefully, her mother hadn't wrote to tell her about wedding details. the thought made her grimace as her finger slipped under the flap and slid until the envelope opened and the contents were pulled out. the next ten minutes were spent of her just reading the letter her mother had wrote out to her and then reading it once more. no words were said and her eyes remained slightly more open than normal. after finishing the letter for a second time, the edges in her hands became crumpled in slight fury. what her mother had written about wasn't wedding details, it wasn't about any family emergency. nor was it about anything that people talked about every day. the content of her mother's letter was her spilled confession to the fact that adalia zabini was not a zabini at all. in fact, she was a... malfoy. the details that came to the presence of her being was something she had never wanted to hear (or read for that matter), but they were told. "i knew it," she finally spoke out loud to herself, anger clearly laid in her words. she had known something was off. her father was colored, she was not. her mother had said it was a rariety. she was a liar! all this time, she had known that adalia was a malfoy, yet told lies after lies to everyone including her own daughter. so many thoughts were running through her mind, but most of them all came back to the fact that draco malfoy was her father... and that made scorpius malfoy her brother. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - POST STATUS | completed.
CO-STARRING | scorpius malfoy.
TEMPLATE CREDIT | myself.
BANNER CREDIT | BUBBLE WRAP MY HEART ! of CAUTION 2.0
LYRICS CREDIT | crowded rooms - the academy is...
WORD COUNT | one thousand, three hundred and eighty-four.
MUSICAL LISTENING | see lyrics credit.
NOTES | so. excited. for. this.
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Post by SCORPIUS MALFOY on Jan 6, 2010 9:44:24 GMT -8
HE STANDS ALONE BECAUSE HE'S HIGHON HIMSELF, BUT IF YOU ONLY KNEW  scorpius malfoy had taken a book out of the library.
it really shouldn't have been such an amusing prospect, but a gaggle of ravenclaws who had claimed their corner of the library back in third year began snickering wildly as he began to head out the door with the gray leather-bound book of magical history under his arm, causing the ancient librarian, madam pince, to look up in a huff to spot him. she had been guarding the precious books of her library at hogwarts since his father had been in school, and she was still terrorizing the students of hogwarts who dared to peer inside her treasures. her eyes opened inhumanly wide so that she looked like a dragon, and the fury with which she spat could have let her breathe fire. "MALFOY," her shrill shriek echoed throughout the library. even the ravenclaws had stopped giggling at the sound of it. "where do you think you're going with that book?!" she demanded as though he were a shoplifter, and she as determined to prevent it as those vigilantes they call 'loss prevention'.
his blond head revolved slowly to look at the vulture while the hand holding the book rose to wave it at her, showing that he never had any intention of concealing it. "back to my common room. i've seen loads of students do it before," he shrugged. admittedly, it was uncommon for scorpius malfoy to venture to the library. usually if he had business there, he would send one of the fifth years who did his homework to fetch a book for him. however it was also uncommon for scorpius malfoy to need a book.
"and you thought you'd just take it, without checking it out?" she demanded, a hand on each hip and lipstick a shade too dark leaking out of the lines of her lips.
scorpius tried to ignore the sight, and focused on the librarian's words. "oh, is that how that's done?" he asked, innocently enough. madam pince was not amused, however, and she snatched the proferred book from his hand. he followed her to the front desk, where she carefully scanned the spine of the book with her wand. "have it back one week from today," she instructed him with narrowed eyes. the ravenclaws in the corner had gone back to snickering rudely and pointing his direction. the sound was like nails on a chalkboard to his ears, as if the sound were tearing at his very soul. his natural instincts were to turn on them and unleash a verbal hailstorm upon their muggleborn heads. as he with most every student he could recall their blood status, if not their names. the former had always been and would always be first priority to a malfoy. however, draco and astoria had compelled their son to speak civilly to all, no matter their blood, for to do otherwise would prompt a ministry investigation into their entire family. so scorpius malfoy held his tongue, and died a bit inside.
this couldn't go on. he turned this fact over in his mind as he flipped through the pages in the history book he had chosen. draco could rattle off five names which he knew would be in this book, all of which he was descended from. his family was one of the oldest in the history of the wizarding world, and those random lucky muggleborns dared even to look his way? it was simply wrong, and wrong moreover that he was not even allowed to put them back into their lowly place.
he headed directly for the dungeons, unwilling to put himself in a position to be looked down upon by the rest of the school for being nothing more than a true magical being, descended from only other magical beings. he would give birth to only magical beings, as there had never been a squib in his family at any point. the malfoy blood was too pure for such an occurrence.
the common room was empty, save for adalia zabini. it was refreshing to see another slytherin of such impeccable blood, and looking on her reading a letter in distress was even relaxing. for generations, pureblood men and women had been getting unpleasant or unwanted letters from home, which had a tendency of turning their worlds completely and utterly upside down. he crossed the stone hall to her and placed a hand on the small of her back, stroking in small circles to comfort her. they had been close friends since birth, really, as their families had been familiar to each other. "mum finally set the date of your wedding to reeses pieces?" he teased dramatically. "i've never known a luckier girl than you, adalia."
that was a lie. he had never known a lucky girl, period. they were all fated to doomed marriages one way or another.
tagged -- adalia zabini.
words -- nine hundred and fifty..
outfit -- multicolor striped sweater with navy slacks.
music -- pretty in punk by fall out boy.
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Post by ADALIA ZABINI on Jan 7, 2010 22:43:57 GMT -8
We are the innocent ones
You can't take back the damage done
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - this was unbelievable, life altering, confusing. why had her mother waited this long to tell her? a mixture of fury and puzzlement and sadness all rushed through her. how could she do this? pureblood standards aside, how could she keep this from her own daughter? a daughter who wasn't even legitimately the daughter of the man who's last name that she owned. her eyes glanced back down at the letter, re-reading more of it. 'i don't expect you to understand. in all honesty, it would only be my guess that you will be furious with me after reading this. it feels to me like you should know by the age you are now and since you are about to leave hogwarts into the real world and be married off. adalia, you are not in fact who you think you are. blaise zabini, your father, is not actually your father. it was one night, a while after my marriage to blaise that i ran into draco malfoy. that night, we came together. and this is who you belong to, in the sense. draco malfoy is your father, not blaise.'
the edges of the letters clutched in her hands crinkled once more, just reading over the beginning sentences of her mother's letter. seventeen years it had taken her. it was only in the past few that she had known something was off, but never in her mind had she imagined it to be something like this. adalia would never lie and say that the possibility of her not being blaise's actual daughter hadn't crossed her mind. he was colored, she was not (although she owned a well-tanned skin). the fact that she would be draco malfoy's child certainly hadn't crossed her mind whatsoever though. she had always suspected some other random pureblood, not draco. he was high up on the list, the only son of the most notorious pureblood family to this day (aside from perhaps the lestranges). even though she knew of her mother's former relationship with mr. malfoy, the thought still hadn't crossed her mind. still, her admiration for her father (blaise, not draco) was only further increased. as her mother went on to write, blaise had known soon after adalia's birth. divorce in the pureblood world wasn't really an option, but instead of shunning adalia, he had raised her as his own. he was still every bit her father. he had brought her up, taught her the pureblood ways, the dark arts way, struggled all the the same with the ministry to put a roof over her head. never would she shun away from him.
what was she to do though? she was apart of a whole other family. draco, astoria, scorpius. how would their lives be shattered by this revelation? scorpius was a dear friend of her's, almost like a best friend to her if adalia were to have such a thing. it was odd now to try and see him as her half-brother. a shudder ran through her body for a moment, recalling on the fact that they had dated years previous. it had never been anything serious, thankfully. would her telling him this break their relationship? or just bring them closer? footsteps breaking into the common room made her jump slightly, but she didn't turn to see who had entered. scorpius' voice in her ear really didn't come as too much of a surprise to her. the moment his hand came to be placed on the small of her back, she knew it had to be one of two people. but even reese didn't show that much of affection straight off the bat, or at least he knew not too. scorpius was another case and was perhaps the one guy that she did not mind invading the imaginary bubble she had put around herself for when people initially came around her. always on her toes, the way she was taught. now that she tried to think of him as her brother, the bubble seemed to disappear all together for him. that was at least one thing that seemed to be a positive out of her new knowledge.
his teasing words shattered through her though, tragically sad that he would jump straight to the contents of her hands. adalia supposed that she shouldn't have been surprised. the look on her face and the letter in her hands had to slightly give away just why she most likely didn't have color in her face. her mind flew at a million miles an hour, wondering if she should tell scorpius of what she had just learned. didn't he deserve to know as well? and if she withheld the information from him, wouldn't it be the same thing as when pansy had withheld it from herself? her eyebrows furrowed together as she bit down on her lip. talking about things wasn't that hard for her, unless it came to things that dealt with feelings and truths and depth. "well, not exactly those kind of details. the letter is from my mother though," she started out, unaware that her voice was a little uneasy. it took a second for it to register before clearing her throat and looking from scorpius back down to the letter. a half-hearted chuckle escaped her lips though. "i suppose you could call me lucky... but i'm seeing this for an entirely different reason than reese bletchley at the moment."
take in a deep breath, yet another. several more later and a longer pause than probably needed, her eyes glanced back up to look at him. "as my mother tells me, i'm not a zabini. adalia athena, myself, is a malfoy." well, that was difficult. okay. that was a lie. her hands gripping the letters moved to force the letter full of her mother's full testimony of what she had just repeated to scorpius not to mention her apologies and recollection of her and draco's night together (something she didn't want to read about) into scorpius' own hands. adalia immediately got up after, moving away from scorpius to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. her eyes shut as she walked back and forth only so many steps, so many thoughts rushing through her head. once again, a fury of emotions raised up in her. how exactly was she even supposed to feel knowing all of this now? couldn't her mother have done it when she was at home and not at school, in front of people? she wasn't in front of people now, except for scorpius which was good, for this wasn't something she wanted to get out. the last thing she needed was for the castle to know that she was an illegitimate malfoy. that would only further make the purebloods look horrible, cause more trouble with the ministry, and she wouldn't even doubt that those of the others houses would make point of perhaps finding a joke out of it. and being the minority and watched now, she would be able to do nothing about it and that was not okay with her since she would want to put whoever found this situation at the source of a laugh in their proper place. much like how she wanted to do anyway with every blood traitor, mudblood, and halfbreed around. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - POST STATUS | completed.
CO-STARRING | scorpius malfoy.
TEMPLATE CREDIT | myself.
BANNER CREDIT | BUBBLE WRAP MY HEART ! of CAUTION 2.0
LYRICS CREDIT | crowded rooms - the academy is...
WORD COUNT | one thousand, two hundred and fifty-eight.
MUSICAL LISTENING | born for this - paramore.
NOTES | ohsnapp. btw, she will be making fun of his sweater eventually. XD tooooo many colors, she says.
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