ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓 .

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unchosenlion‌:

He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing here, other than stare at dancing couples, the flare of dress robes and gowns far from calling him to join them. He would stick out there as much as he did here, not out of fame - just discomfort. Fleur was family, Harry supposed - or at least she seemed to insist in her imperious manner that he was one of them and he wasn’t about to argue. But he didn’t know her cousin at all, or half the people here, except for the Weasleys. 

Half-wanting to find Ginny and half-dreading it was keeping him away from all signs of red hair today. Feeling certain that his misery would only increase the longer he kept watching the newlywed couple, he took to the garden instead, relieved to find it isolated as he’d hoped. No, not entirely - he heard the voice first, then saw the figure leaning by a tree with a bottle in hand. 

Harry felt nothing so much as confusion at recognising Blaise Zabini. Firstly, because he was perhaps the last person Harry would have expected, in fact, hardly existed outside of Hogwarts in Harry’s mind, and secondly because the man’s elegance seemed entirely out of place amongst the rusticism of the garden (Harry immediately felt poorly dressed and shabby in comparison). He couldn’t really recall a single interaction he’d previously had with his classmate of six years. “You’re a guest?” Harry asked without even thinking about it, a note of skepticism that may have been unintentionally insulting. He backtracked, “I didn’t know you were friendly with the Delacours. But they are …” Haughty? Sophisticated? Unapproachable? “… French. And you seem … well-travelled, so I suppose that makes sense.” 

One is unlikely to forget seeing HARRY POTTER scrawled on a guest list. Monsieur Delacour had beautiful handwriting, but even his neat penmanship couldn’t conceal the celebrity acquaintance hidden amid names of no interest. Blaise was not surprised by the association between the Delacours and Potter ( the beautiful always attract the famed, as human nature intended ). Even without Harry’s status, the Weasleys had a habit of worming their way into everything and, try as he might, Blaise could not help the note of disdain that lined his voice as he uttered each member of Weasley & Co. to his calligraphic Quick-Quotes Quill. 

Staying far away from the proceedings was the safest way for him to avoid the tabloids. The headlines would write themselves; DISGRACED EVENT PLANNER SLANDERS OUR HERO’S CHOICE OF SHOES. DARK-LORD ASSOCIATE, ZABINI ( 22 ), ATTACKS THE SAVIOUR OF THE WIZARDING WORLD ( VERBALLY ). Blaise was busy building a reputation; that of business and benevolence, detached from his past. Though it was rather hard to detach himself when the magic community was so bloody small. Here he was, a sea away from France, observing the wedding of a Delacour. As much as Potter’s ignorance was in full bloom, he was right; French connections ( so to speak ) were at work. 

Blaise folded his arms as best he could with his left hand still holding the neck of the Prosecco bottle. Woe ( and blessed ) was he, to rest under the radar of their saviour. ❝Potter,❞ he said. His drawl never had the same zing as when Draco would spit it, but it felt nostalgic all the same. ❝Your obliviousness may have offended me, were I not so envious of your ability to reign above yet never look below. How are you enjoying this evening’s events? What are your thoughts on the napkins, the canapes, the floral arrangements? Most are imported, though I’m sure that’s no surprise what with how well-travelled I am.❞

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seerparvatii‌:

Parvati had been beaming from ear to ear since the start of the wedding.Weddings were some of her favourite events.She loved the idea of two people dramatically and publically declaring their love and vowing to spend the rest of their lives together.She knew that most of the time that plan didn’t work out in practice but she wanted to be an optimist and also saw weddings as a good excuse to buy a beautiful dress.She was especially excited and honoured to be at that particular wedding because it was a loyal client of her side but hopefully future main job (fortune telling).So far Parvati had spent the wedding in the middle of the dance floor and mingling with strangers but she could help but be curious when she spotted somebody sneaking off into the garden.Why would somebody want to leave in the middle of an amazing party ? She followed the figure out because his motivation for leaving couldn’t be anything good but also because she was too nosy for her own good.However , when she realised who the person was her mood turned sour.“Of course you think it’s ok to leave a wedding early and hog the good stuff to yourself."she huffed , folding her arms.

❝This good stuff was hand-picked by my hired sommelier and, as the organiser of this entire sordid ordeal, I decide if my exit is to be considered late, early or ( as it is )  the perfect time. Your indignation doesn’t surprise me, though. I imagine this is all to your taste.❞ 

Blaise didn’t put a lot of energy into memorising the whereabouts of Gryffindors. He’d heard whisperings of Parvati ( as one does, living in the same city as so many of his peers ) working as a shop assistant or something similar. Unless she was assisting in the sale of luxury invitations, their paths had no need to cross ( except, of course, for the fact that life had decided they must ). 

❝Are you having fun, Patil? Tell me, what joy could I possibly gain from a wedding such as this?❞

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susnbnes‌:

ANOTHER DAY, another co-worker getting hitched. Susan couldn’t say she was all that close to the woman, but she was invited. Manners dictated that the very least she could do was show up, leave a gift, and dip out unnoticed not long after. Which had been her plan, but somehow a group of the Wizengamot crew started doing shots of Firewhisky and she found herself.. enjoying the company. Or maybe that was the alcohol, she wasn’t exactly sure.

Once the majority of the guests became much too intoxicated to hold steady conversations with, Susan found herself standing awkwardly off to the side. The only reason she decided to stay was to keep an eye on anyone who may need help getting home, given things were beginning to get out of hand. It is in that moment she decides to step outside before things became any worse. As soon as she’s away from prying eyes, the pin that held her hair up is pulled out and she removes her heels. For a moment, the redhead allows herself to breath, freeing herself from the stress of keeping up appearances. 

It’s not until he speaks that she realizes she’s not alone, prompting her to step out of the shadows. She and Blaise never interacted in school, at least not by immediate choice, so she fails to recognize his voice. Once their eyes meet, the facade is back on. “Apologies, I didn’t realize you were out here.” A polite, knowing smile tugs at her lips as she holds her hands up in mock surrender. “Won’t be long, promise. I’m surprised you’re out here, I figured you’d be inside admiring your work.”

Sarah. Sharon? Her name was on the tip of his tongue, but Blaise ( wont as he was to review each guest list ten times over ) could not place it. ❝Take all the time you need,❞ he said, if only to give himself time to recall her face. Whoever she was, he couldn’t blame her for stepping outside. He could barely entertain the thought of returning himself, waltzing with an inebriated family member to the energetic wailings of Celestina Warbeck. 

❝I admired all that I needed to. The tablecloths are stained, the flowers picked apart or thrust behind the ears of some giggling groomsmen, and my song selection ended the moment their first dance started. It is not my party anymore.❞ He inspected her ( her? Sue – SUSAN BONES. that’s the ticket, Blaise; now don’t let your triumph show ).

He tilted the bottle towards her as an offering, and as a secret toast to himself. Making acquaintances. Changing perceptions. That’s what the past few years had been about and, undoubtedly, what his future held. ❝Bride or groom? ❞

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ofmalfcys‌:

Draco merely side-eyed Blaise for his remark about the dreary curtains. Blaise and him both knew there was no such thing. Draco knew of his many shortcomings and his inability to tell colours apart was one of them. It was why he labeled every ingredient and potion alike with great care. It was also why his mother, who had the best taste in decorating, picked out the curtains and everything else for the penthouse alongside Daphne. It was a thing of beauty for those that had an eye for it, Draco was sure.  “Don’t even get me started,” he told his friend. “One more word and Daphne may think it’s time to redecorate. While I am happy to fund that project, I don’t think we need new curtains just yet.“ It’d be redecorating for the sake of it. Not that Draco minded that, though. It would just be more handy to redecorate when he did inevitably make some stuff, curtains included, explode. Late night potion experiments were not always the grand idea he thought it to be. He shook his head a little at the sight of Blaise swiping the surface of the counter, but refrained from commenting. “Wouldn’t want you to stop being able to shake hands with your clients,” he commented instead as he moved away from the counter and into the store, intending to get Blaise the potion he requested, only to pause at the next question. “I don’t close, the store -” he started and sighed. “Six. We close at six. Is that convenient for you? Do you have a place in mind?” 

❝If you DO redecorate, you simply must make an event of it. I know the perfect caterer for simple canapés. Imagine it: pulling the curtains back to reveal new curtains. Copious amounts of dry gin. Pansy and I could write up the guest list.❞ It was all facetious, but a hint nonetheless. As much as Blaise’s silence suggested a want for solitude, he adored socializing, especially with those he considered friends. He grinned at Draco’s’ subtle exasperation; he was a darling, and Blaise made a note to cease his endless ridicule or else face dinners without the man. If only he wasn’t having so much fun. 

❝Six! My favourite hour. The hour that sounds the trumpets for evening to enter. Six o’clock is more than convenient. Meet me at Buon Sapore at precisely six-forty-five and look for the best table on offer. I shall be waiting.❞ He removed a business card and quill from his pocket, quickly writing the address. His manners arrived a moment after. ❝How does that sound ❞ 

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aastorics‌:

ASTORIA SUPPOSED she could now consider herself truly a part of her department — the bank of thirty-or-so Ministry-appointed barristers who argued cases for the Wizengamot — now that she’d been invited to her first wedding by a colleague. Gillian Fawley — now Aubrey — really had a knack for letting her hair down. She’d never seen the woman so much as smile during their time together in the Wizengamot offices; now, Astoria was fairly sure she was two drinks away from cajoling her husband into doing the limbo. The ceremony had been beautiful, of course, and Astoria was happy to find an excuse to leave her work at the office for an evening, but she didn’t know many people at this wedding, and she wasn’t eager to spend her time pretending to laugh at the jokes Gillian’s uncle was telling. 

The cool autumn air rustled the witch’s carefully styled hair as she stepped outside into the garden, attempting to get a handle on the anxiety that rolled around her stomach and made her heart race. Astoria took a deep breath with each step, trying to think of a good way to find Gillian, press a kiss to each cheek, and leave in style when she heard a voice — a familiar one, at that! — sounding out from beneath the large oak tree with lights wound around the branches. “Blaise,” she greeted softly, stepping closer so the light reached her face and she could make herself known. “I should have known tonight’s festivities were your handiwork — well done! Should I leave you alone to your…” she gestured at the bottle in his hands. 

ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ in a fleeting moment of indecorum didn’t phase Blaise. One might assume he’d hurriedly swing the bottle behind his back and stutter through a tall tale of how he’d found himself in this position ( the lonesome author of this bedraggled evening, lost in cheap alcohol ). Quite the opposite. Everything Blaise did, private or public, was executed with class. He could fall down a flight of stairs into a pool of deep-fried chocolate bars and adult magazines and still exit the scene with enviable sophistication. Tonight was no different. 

He raised the rim of the bottle to his lip and took another sip, buzzed enough to not wince at the sharp twang of discount booze. Astoria Greengrass was an interesting Slytherin. The sorting hat was a divisive and chaotic system to let loose on adolescents, but Blaise took from it what he could: her role in the Wizengamot alluded to ambition, her neutrality ( ultimately ) wise. 

❝Astoria,❞ he said, with a small bow. ❝You look wonderful this evening; a rose between thorns, which I can freely admit now that the event is almost done with.❞ Holding in critique of  the night’s unalterable variables ( such as the best man’s love of pineapple and cheese sticks ) had caused almost physical pain. ❝Your appreciation is most welcome. Flatter me some more and I may invite you to take a sip of his putrid stuff. Else, I’d welcome the company. Or, are you heading home?❞

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blaise: luna, pansy, ginny.

seamus: ginny, open starter.

[kehlso]

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giinweasley‌:

THE YOUNG WEASLEY HAD A LOVE-HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH WEDDINGS. on the one hand she believed that the celebration of love was much needed in today’s trying times…on the other hand, she absolutely detested the fact that she had to wear a dress. she felt like she stuck out like a sore THUMB, wishing that jeans and a t-shirt were socially acceptable wedding attire. instead, she was wearing a red dress that seemed to be a bit too tight for her liking, insisted by fleur delacour, who was in charge of her cousin’s wedding that ginny HAD TO ATTEND. plus, though she’d NEVER admit it aloud, weddings reminded her of harry, remembering a point in time where the two heavily considered wedding after the war. god, there wasn’t enough alcohol at this thing. that was until she spotted a familiar and annoyingly handsome blaise zabini. fuck him, honestly. for looking so good and KNOWING that he looked good. but what interested her more than the man himself was the bottle in hand.

“come on then, you know what they say about being a greedy arse.” she was stealthy, appearing out of nowhere and snatching the bottle from his hand. a smirk was evident upon freckled lips as she took a generous swig from the bottle, completely unladylike and her mum would be absolutely horrified. “fancy seeing you here, zabini.”

Fascinating. Just when he thought this charade of a reception couldn’t lack any more grandeur, the little Weasley had arrived to knock it down another ten notches. And yet, she was an almost welcome distraction from the impending disaster inside. Not that he’d make this known.

❝ No, I don’t know what they say about being a ɢʀᴇᴇᴅʏ ᴀʀꜱᴇ, ❞ he said, the words sounding foreign on his tongue. She was crude as ever, and a sight to behold in an uncharacteristically stylish dress. ❝ Is it that a greedy arse makes way for a large one? ❞ He mused, allowing himself a moment’s glance. Ginerva Weasley was a truly beautiful woman, just not a classy one.

❝ Keep the bottle, I insist. ❞ He was in public, overseeing the fruits of his labour, and he would not let himself be caught sharing a single beverage with this infuriating mess. Perhaps he would have to make his way back to the bar for another, though, as the thought of staying became more and more tempting. ❝ Should you not be inside, dancing and such? ❞

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ofmalfcys‌:

  Draco sighed and rolled his eyes the moment that Blaise spoke, but the gesture was fond, just as he knew the words were too. He leaned his elbows on the counter and leaned forward, studying Blaise just as Blaise was studying him.”I don’t know what’s customary behind a counter, actually. You apparently know more about it than I do.” He rose his eyebrows at that remark, as though challenging Blaise to find an answer to that, before backtracking. “I’m trying to be nice. Whatever that is. It’s stupid busy for September and the franchise owner is out sick. I’ll be back to experimental potions in my penthouse in no time.”   All joking aside, Draco didn’t think that Blaise walked past the store in Diagon Aley, glanced inside and saw a familiar face with blond hair, so he just had to go in and gloat. “But can I get you anything? Now that you’re here, we should probably compare agenda’s and see when we can go grab dinner and go for drinks.” 

In most cases, it vexed Blaise to have his snide remarks so easily discarded. With Draco, it was a comfort; he was a hard one to crack and, throughout the years, Blaise’s efforts had become less and less sincere. That didn’t create cause to stop, however. One must keep their friends on their toes in order to help them grow. 

❝ Oh? Might I suggest, during your next batch of penthouse experiments, you tip the cauldron onto those dreary curtains of yours; perhaps you’ll be lucky and they’ll set on fire. ❞ He stepped closer to the counter now, leather-clad fingers swiping the surface to inspect for dust largely out of habit, not snobbery. The Malfoys could be trusted with cleanliness, if not wars. 

❝ You have an excellent moisturising potion that I’d be lost – and rather scaly – without. I pray you have it on stock, or else I won’t be able to shake another hand this week. ❞ He smiled, charmed by the invite; Draco was an excellent dinner date and he’d been dying to try the new Italian on his street. ❝ What time do you close? ❞

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THE WORST THING about planning a wedding was not being able to choose the guests. Blaise had almost complete control over everything else. Absolute obedience wasn’t in the contract, per se, but you’d be foolish to ignore his judgement - a fact he always made very clear in his opening owls. This particular party was a tad too kitsch for his tastes ( he had to spend two weeks convincing the bride to choose real flowers over fake, for merlin’s sake ), but everyone looked happy. Bar him, of course. 

He needn’t stay much longer. The music was turning from slow and classy to rowdy and tuneless. The bride and groom were lost in each other’s arms, and the open-bar had ended hours ago. That hadn’t stopped Blaise snatching up another bottle of prosecco, if only to help him cope with the amount of badly fitted suits he’d had to witness today; was he truly the only person on Earth with taste? 

Blaise bowed farewell to one of the bridesmaids, who had been eyeing him with a certain hunger, and dipped into the garden. Though he was loathed to admit it, you couldn’t go wrong with lights thread between the branches of an elegant tree. Here, out of the eye of any onlookers, he sipped his drink straight from the bottle. Then he heard a rustle, and realised he wasn’t quite alone. ❝ Come out, come out, wherever you are, ❞ he said, tone more indifferent than intrigued.

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ofmalfcys‌:

the local branch of malfoy apothecary in diagon alley was unusually busy for september. the summer hires had already moved on to other jobs and draco refused to let the potioneers at work do work in the shop because that wasn’t what they were hired for. the diagon alley and hogsmeade malfoy apothecary locations were in his hands now, and that meant when the franchise owner of the diagon alley store needed the day off, it was draco who had to take over. that was fine. he was bored anyway, and he enjoyed the reaction faces people had when they realized a malfoy was standing behind the counter of malfoy apothecary.  

he was just updating his journal at a quiet moment when the door of the store opened yet again. that was to be expected. looking up, draco expected a tourist getting some last-minute supplies before heading home, but was instead met with a slightly familiar face. “welcome to malfoy apothecary,” he greeted dryly, unable to apply a bit of sarcasm to his undertone. he was raised to run the business empire, not greet people in the local branch of the store. “is there anything i can help you find, or are you just browsing?” 

Customer service was Blaise’s favourite part of the job; schmoozing money out people’s hands was a delightful exchange of power that never got old. He wouldn’t liken his role to that of retail, though; he liked to keep his hands figuratively dirty, not literally. Apparently, the same couldn’t be said for Draco. 

Oh, how the mighty had fallen. 

❝ I’m just admiring your wares, ❞ Blaise drawled, eyes scanning Draco from top to bottom. ❝ Is it not customary to wear an apron behind the counter, Draco? I’m sure you’d look just ravishing if you truly paid the part of plebeian. ❞ In actuality, Blaise required his monthly top-up of Malfoy Apothecary’s unbeatable moisturiser; the only thing dry about Blaise should be his wit, not his skin.

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INTRO; BLAISE.

has ROME FLYNN been spotted at diagon alley? no, that was BLAISE ZABINI, the TWENTY-TWO year old SLYTHERIN alumni. HE works as an EVENT PLANNER, which makes sense because they’re SHREWD and GREGARIOUS, but also VAIN and ACQUISITIVE. they sided with THE DEATH EATERS during the second wizarding war and i hear they listen a lot to IV SWEATPANTS BY CHILDISH GAMBINO these days. ( meg, 23, she/her, gmt, n/a )

here he be, international man of mystery and meg’s son #2. i missed releasing this for the intro by ten minutes!! fool am i.

✧･ﾟ: starter headcanons

blaise is not a changed man, but he is a clever one. he’s opportunistic & cares greatly for his image. there’s no money in being on the wrong side of the war, so he’s been spending his time ‘ repenting ’ for his sins via corporate dinners & business deals.

blood status? no matter, so long as you’ve got cash in the bank & know how to dress.

the only things sharper than his suits are his cheekbones.

he has always had a keen eye for style & adores his job. whatever the event, blaise’s self-named business ( zabini events ) will make it grand & gorgeous at an unreasonable price.

blaise has got a strong & silent charm about him; he lets his sharp suits & expensive watches do the talking. when he does speak, it’s cool, calm & calculated.

he’s very open about his sexuality; brazenly bisexual & an admirer of all things beautiful.

✧･ﾟ: basics

full name: blaise zabini. nickname(s): zabini. date of birth & age: 22nd november, 1979 ( twenty-two ). place of birth: lyon, france. adalene zabini ( mother ) fled to the uk after the death of her second husband & settled in notting hill, london ( w1 ). current residence: terraced house in south kensington, london ( sw7 ). parents: adalene zabini, mother ( forty-one ). blaise's relationship with his mother is poor, but not outwardly so. they simply don’t speak often &, when they do, it’s purely professional. his mother has been married & widowed eight times ( most recently, during the second wizarding war ). his father died two weeks after his birth; he doesn't care to remember his name. siblings: none. one child was enough for adalene. other family: eight deceased step-fathers, each died under mysterious circumstances & richer than the last. blaise calls each new step-father ‘ clyde ’ ( to their faces, behind their backs & to his mother ) as he has no interest in getting to know them beyond a curt handshake at christmas. gender: cismale. sexual orientation: bisexual.

✧･ﾟ: magical relevance

blood status: pureblood. hogwarts house: slytherin. wand: 12”, elm wood, dragon heartstring. patronus: jaguar. boggart: himself, homeless & diseased. strengths (magic): arithmancy, transfiguration. alliance: the dark lord ( formerly ). neutral ( outwardly ).

✧･ﾟ: personal

hair colour: black. eye colour: grey. height: 6'2". clothing style: blaise is rarely seen in anything but tailored formal-wear. on a normal day, you’ll find him in a neatly pressed, long-sleeved shirt, thin tie & suit trousers. occasionally he'll accessorize with a waistcoat, slim-fit blazer or designer overcoat. he adores expensive watches, silk pocket-squares & pointed, leather shoes. though most assume him to stick with classic, black ensembles, his favourite designs are dark blue, grey, maroon, green & purple. his lounge-wear consists of designer grey sweatpants, no shirt, & a silk housecoat.   jewellery: blaise has a collection of very expensive, designer watches in gold, silver & black. he wears a gold signet ring and occasionally carries a pocket watch. faceclaim: rome flynn. good traits: shrewd, gregarious, meticulous, organised, stylish, charming. bad traits: vain, acquisitive, judgemental, haughty, patronising, private. habits: silent judgement & observation; adjusting cufflinks & straightening tie ( he’ll likely straighten and prime the outfits of his close friends, too,  before they enter a public space ); requesting to sample the wine ( even in more common establishments ); unknowingly sniffing or smirking at others expense; cleaning cutlery before eating; repeatedly checking the time; checking the surface dust at every venue/home he visits.

✧･ﾟ: connections

dinner date - blaise only samples the most upscale restaurants london has to offer. though he presents himself as a very private person, he never dines alone.

close friends - those that have the privilege of speaking with blaise about something other than business.

client - blaise can never turn down a good business opportunity, no matter who offers; if your char has a wedding/birthday/baby shower/corporate gig coming up, zabini events is the place to contact.

professional date - they often attend networking events & balls together, drinking wine and snickering at the competition.

flirting with - perhaps they keep bumping into each other, are in the same circles, or are mates who ( when left alone ) can’t help but test the waters.

loosen upper - i’d love to find someone that just wants to loosen this lad up & bring him down to earth. they somehow get blaise to try a cheap pint, throw a dart, go to a grimy club or jump on a broomstick.

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[znkos]

blaise zabini → url edit for @zcbini

Even you think she’s good looking, don’t you, Blaise, and we all know how hard you are to please! I wouldn’t touch a filthy blood traitor like her whatever she looked like.

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