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Blaise Ambrose Zabini

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Dear Daddy... [03 Feb 2005|08:16pm]
[ mood | wary ]

Father's birthday gift finally arrived. Late. It was some Galleons and a key. A key that opens something, I assume, just not something which I am familiar with.

I suppose I should be intrigued about the whole thing. But this is my father... The last time he remembered my birthday I was turning six and he decided to send me to my great Uncle Jacques's home hut in Tanzania with my rather unbalanced (or sadistic, whichever) cousin as my present. Needless to say, it wasn't one of the greatest gifts I've received, though the scars from dear old cousin Olivier do provide for an interesting tale. I think slight suspicion is warranted in this case. A key could be anything, though... Keys open doors, boxes, books. The possibilities are absolutely infininte, and that doesn't assuage my fears at all.

Alright, enough whining about a damned key. I have an absolutely appalling amount of homework to finish. [Chandler] Or a rendezvous to attend...[/Chandler]I thought Sixth Year was supposed to be easier.

2 consciousuntil they become conscious they will never rebel

[17 Jan 2005|09:31pm]
I'll kill him. I will kill him...
2 consciousuntil they become conscious they will never rebel

[05 Jan 2005|07:11pm]
[ mood | blank ]

Well, the first few days of classes have commenced and I must say that I'm quite surprised at their difficulty, or lack thereof. Not that I'm bragging or anything of the sort; perhaps my notion of N.E.W.T. classes was just unrealistic. Potions was manageable, as was Astronomy and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Charms and Transfiguration were slightly more demanding. I could sleep through Muggle Studies if I chose to do so. Either way, I have high hopes that this term's work might ease up from last term. The summer holiday is always a distant goal, however.

Speaking of which, I figured I might as well elaborate on the occurrences during the holiday and such, since there isn't much to tell as it is. My father was with his new wife fiancee gir female for the majority of the summer, holidaying with her, and Belle was with her friends, as well, leaving me with the chateau to myself. That, my friends, was my holiday.

I finally ventured out only a few days before returning to Hogwarts to purchase books, supplies, robes, et cetera et cetera. I could go into long, drawn out, rather boring details of my visit, but I'm sure there are plenty of other things one could be doing.

The train ride here was equally uneventful, though...undeniably pleasant. For its own reasons.

1 consciousuntil they become conscious they will never rebel

[02 Jan 2005|12:56am]
[ mood | disgusted ]

And here I was under the impression that perchance things would be slightly different for Mr. Zabini.

It was bliss for a good week. For once, I had a taste of what it was like...but only a taste. It was snatched from me quicker than one can say "abuse case".

He saw me. Father saw me with Chandler. Kissing Chandler.

I've really done it now, I have. He'll never have me in his house, I know it. He'll murder me before he speaks to me again. Just like he murdered m

Merlin, the bruises are showing again.

Anyone know of some good Concealment Charms?

I need to see you.

4 consciousuntil they become conscious they will never rebel

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