mourn.
Prompt: Blaise Zabini mourning the loss of his best friend Astoria Greengrass. Reposted from my old blog.
If I die young bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses. He had spent the night prior in the Greengrass Manor. There is no way in hell he was letting Daphne wander it alone the night after Astoria had passed. There were flowers and condolences overflowing in their lower levels. Walking by it, made his stomach drop every time he passed it. He wouldn’t be able to rest easy knowing she had to face all that alone. There was one box that was unlabeled but he knew exactly what was inside. Red rose petals. Astoria didn’t ask for much, only that she be buried in a white, satin dress and to be surrounded by red roses. It nearly broke him to read the letter but even more so to comply with her requests. It meant that she had put thought into it. She put some thought into her own passing. For someone so young to not only pass away but plan her own funeral was too much for him to handle. It made it worse when she took a part of him with her. He steadied himself with the railing on the staircase as he made his way upstairs to rest. He knew there was no rest before what was to come tomorrow but he will lie to himself for as long as he could.
Sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. The Greengrass family would rather die than float their beloved down a river but they did agree to playing sweet, love songs at her funeral. They wanted to remember the sweet, young girl that brightened everyone’s mood. Everyone who wasn’t family could only watch from afar. He had the duty of a brother thus he stood by Daphne’s side as the ceremony took its place. She looked at peace but he couldn’t overlook her youth. It was too soon.
And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom. Her pale skin looked translucent in the white dress that she wore. The rosy hue of the petals almost reflected off her cheeks. Daphne has picked out that dress. It broke her heart to have to oversee its creation but she knew her sister’s request had to be met. It felt wrong to not give her everything she asked of them even if it hurt them to do so.
I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger. On her finger was an emerald ring. When she was sorted into Slytherin, the youngest Greengrass wasn’t sure that she had belonged. The upperclassmen seemed too cruel for her taste. To convince her that she was a part of the house, Blaise got her a small emerald ring with thing snake as the band. He promised that in order to belong she had to look the part. He spun some tale about it being a royalty’s ring and that she was the crown princess of Slytherin of her year. Not a soul dared to challenge his claim and thus she was the princess. Whether or not she believed it was up to her. He smiled seeing the little jewel on her finger. Even in the face of death she wanted to bring some semblance of happiness to him.
There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever. Draco stood by his side. Never in his life had he seen him emotional and today was no exception. Their eyes were covered by dark sunglasses though the tear streaks were evident. They were men - Slytherin, pureblood men - so they stood tall, firm, and stoic as they watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground. He placed a hand on his shoulder as if to steady his friend but in reality he needed someone to support him. If they were alone, he would have collapsed onto the ground, sobbing. Over the years, Blaise had come to appreciate Draco. He loved Astoria the way she deserved to be love. Draco knew of the curse but that didn’t stop him from loving her. If anything it strengthened their bond. The bond between the men were also strengthened over the years. He was Scorpius’s god father. When the curse started to show its full strength, he vowed to Astoria that nothing in the world was going to harm that boy. Blaise was willing to fight until his last breath to ensure that boy’s safety. It broke what was left of his heart to know that Scorpius would have to grow up without his mother.
Who would have thought forever could be severed by the sharp knife of a short life. He didn’t remember how but he woke up in a bed. The last thing he remembered was leaving his room and sitting beside the tombstone. He sat in the cold mist talking to it about everything he didn’t get to say to Astoria. His tears were warm against the cold air as they rolled down his cheeks. He couldn’t fully grasp the concept that she was gone. Physically she was gone but her memory remained. Blaise was terrified that one day those memories would become distant. Would he be able to live with himself if he forgets her? Would be ever be able to do that? Right now it seemed impossible but so did Voldemort’s defeat. He didn’t restrain his thoughts. He let them wander into the darkest corners of his minds about the what ifs. Tears kept falling until he couldn’t cry anymore. His body has given up and it was at that moment he felt at peace enough to close his eyes. He didn’t remember how but he woke up in a bed.
