[mmezabini]

⧼   taraji p. henson, cis woman, she/her /   “desire” by meg myers + a swipe of lipstick the dark of old blood; heels muffled by ornate carpet as you step over whoever you must to get what you want; “will you step into my parlour?” said the spider to the fly–by now, people should really know to run when they hear your throaty, low laugh.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that MIRABELLA ZABINI? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the FIFTY-FOUR year old pureblood WITCH is a BEAUXBATONS alumnus who has gone on to be a SOCIALITE. i’ve heard they can be quite CHARISMATIC & LEVEL-HEADED, but i don’t know… they came off very SELFISH & MERCILESS in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? 

BIOGRAPHY

MADAME MIRABELLA ZABINI, never MADEMOISELLE. She is a married woman, after all, seven times over, even if she has never taken a single one of her husbands’ names.

Mirabella’s parents died when she was young, and so she was raised instead by a coterie of wealthy older relatives scattered across the continent who took varying degrees of responsibility. She adopted much the same indulgent yet hands-off approach with her own son BLAISE. One of the few lessons she ensured to impart to him: make sure they never see you flinch.

While she had her choice of schools, Mirabella attended Beauxbatons and excelled in her studies when she could be bothered with them. Men flocked to her, but women didn’t often miss her predatory streak, eyeing her warily in the corridors, clutching their books closer. She never had friends, but she had never wanted them. She knew what she wanted. 

Just out of school, she married her first husband, a much older man. He bored her to death, so she took all his money and then returned the favor. Her second husband was a little younger and even wealthier. He ended up in a coffin, and again she lined her coffers.

Third time was the charm--or dangerously close to it. He was painfully English, and they lived in a cottage, and she tried to love him. She gave their son a French name just to piss him off. When he died within a few years of Blaise’s birth, she was almost relieved. It might have broken her heart to do the deed herself. 

Husbands four through seven lasted between a few months and a few years. She gained properties in her name and stacks and stacks of gold. The whispers grew, too, but that never warned the men--and the odd, less canny woman--away for long enough. 

Some of the rumors are true, and she’ll never tell which, but she will insist until her grave that she has never needed a love potion or a locket or an Imperius Curse to make anyone do exactly what she wanted and nothing less.

She’s not beyond an Unforgivable, of course. She’s not beyond anything. And that boredom, always lurking below the surface, may drive her to new depths of ruthlessness.

She is currently a Death Eater in the inner circle. She wears a lion’s head ring, the new Dark Mark, since she remained neutral during the First and Second War and never took the tattoo. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

prospective spouse #8 - 30+, fc up to player. bring your oc or canon who just loves the danger. pretty faces and/or big bank accounts preferred (0/1)

her only child blaise (1/1)  - blaise zabini

any other blood relation [must be black] (0/1)

young female and nonbinary purebloods to bring under her sphere of influence in her social club, keres (2/unlimited, contact birdie via tumblr or discord for your character to join!) - penelope clearwater, astoria greengrass 

[mmezabini]

lildiggory​:

“ we only seem to ever meet in places like this, huh ? “ there is a certain amount of reason behind this, of course. they wouldn’t seem to frequent the same places. mirabella was pureblood royalty and nellie was it literally, as a member of the sacred twenty-eight ( or at least half of one ), but their standings in the wizarding world were very different things AND FOR GOOD REASON.

“ the harpies, of course, “ she said, though it was… completely obvious. if she realized her social blunder, she didn’t show it, cheeks perfectly unreddened ( metamorphmagus abilities at hand, really ). she’s spent most of her times in the stands, cheering, so much so that her voice was a half-broken thing. “ i really am. my best friend is on the harpies, you see. are you just an avid fan of sport ? “

“You have caught me twice under unusual circumstances,” Mirabella acknowledged with a tip of the head. Her best friend--then Mirabella remembered seeing Nellie arm-in-arm with someone very redheaded at the gala. Ginny Weasley, then. “I wish your friend luck.”

She wasn’t regretting it entirely, but she was hardly having the time of her life. “I would not go so far as that. It’s simply...something to do. But please, don’t let me dampen your enthusiasm.”

[mmezabini]

ofenchantment​:

anyone else might have been offended but it doesn’t make cassia smile any less, a soft shrug of her shoulders. “ sorry, i thought it looked okay.. might have been my mistake, fashion isn’t really my forte.”

Mirabella could have said That much is evident. But instead, she bit her tongue. “It looks better worn than it does in the shop window,” she offered as pleasantly as she could.

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oflcvenders​:

Lavender liked window-shopping. She so rarely had the money to splurge on nice robes, so she often made do just peering into stores, especially when winter came, dreaming about buying the lovely clothes on the mannequins.

She heard the woman next to her speak, but she didn’t really register what was said until she paid proper attention to one of the outfits in particular. Oh. She looked down at herself, it was a startlingly similar styled coat, Lavender had to admit. “I didn’t buy it.” She replied. “My grandmother knitted it for me. You know what they’re like, and besides, I’m heading to hers for tea, if she doesn’t see me wearing things she made, she’ll think I hate them.”

“How...sweet,” said Mirabella with a strained smile. She wouldn’t know. Her grandmother had never knitted her anything. A Zabini matriarch did not knit, crochet, or embroider. 

She smoothed her smile forcibly. “It is a lovely day for afternoon tea with family, though. Miss...Brown, isn’t it?” Her family was respectable enough but unremarkable. What was remarkable was what had happened to her at the Battle of Hogwarts. She had been...bitten by Fenrir Greyback.

Her views on werewolves weren’t public, but they were not favorable.

[mmezabini]

open starter - diagon alley

Mirabella shook her head slowly as she studied the mannequin in the shop window in Diagon clad in an...ensemble. Was this what passed for wixen winterwear in London? She would have to return to Paris, most certainly, or Milan, if she didn’t want to be the laughingstock at the Zabini family holiday celebrations. 

“And who exactly do you suppose that would suit?” she remarked acidly to the person standing next to her, looking into the same shop window--only to realize, when they turned, that they were wearing an unnervingly similar outfit. She cleared her throat delicately. 

“Ah.”

[mmezabini]

kn00xx​:

“I’ve met up with some of them, yes.” Knox had yet to see Tracey, perhaps she’s still somewhere around the world while she is stuck here. “I’m glad to have caught up with them. I believe the feeling is mutual.” She removed her hands from her pockets to mess with her family crest ring—it was out of habit and sometimes she never noticed it until she caught herself. “And how is Blaise? I haven’t seen much of him since I came back.”

Knox knew somewhat of the Zabini family relationship, though she wasn’t ever close enough to her son to know the messy details. 

Mirabella’s eyes dropped to Knox’s ring. At least she still wore that and hadn’t abandoned all traditions. When she asked about Blaise, she smiled. “He’s doing excellently. A successful barrister now. I’m very proud.” It had never been we with Blaise--she had done all the shaping of him herself. Better one effective parent, Mirabella felt, than someone getting in the way of what her son could be. 

[mmezabini]

ofzvbini​:

           𝖍𝖊  𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖊  𝖔𝖋𝖋  𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙  𝖙𝖍𝖊  slightest  bit  of  smugness  at  her  reaction  and  felt  a  little  flush  of  warmth  in  his  chest  .  ❝  i  learned  from  the  best  . ❞  he  threw  her  a  playful  wink  . it  was  a  point  of  P R I D E  for  blaise  to  see  her  eye  roll  ,  the  amused  annoyance  .   mirabella  afforded  few  her  indulgence  and  knowing  that  he  held  such  a  prominent  place  in  her  life  allowed  him  to  ride  a  high  of  superiority  over  most  of  the  people  in  their  lives  . 

           the  drink  did  help  ,  somewhat  .  some  faux  gryffindor  courage  he  managed  to  dig  up  from  the  depths  of  his  stomach  where  his  heart  usually  lived  .  not  that  he  was  scared  of  his  mother  ,  in  particular  .  it  was  the  situation  as  whole  .  he  never  liked  not  knowing  where  exactly  he  stood  .

           ❝  matyrdom  would  not  be  a  color  that  suited  either  of  us  ,  i  think  . ❞  he  sighed  ,  slumping  back  into  his  chair  and  hardly  paying  attention  to  the  game  .  there  was  a  different  GAME  at  play  here  .  ❝  the  courtroom  feels  safe  for  now  .  it  leaves  me  open  to  … options  .  we’ll  see  where  the  chips  fall  from  there  . ❞ 

            which  was  such  a  blatantly  untrue  statement  .  the  chips  would  not  fall  where  they  may  .  the  chips  would  be  carefully  guided  ,  landing  only  where  either  of  the  zabinis  would  want  them  to  land  .  the  were  planners  ,  influencers  ,  and  they  would  end  up  exactly  where  they  wanted  to  end  up  .  the  die  were  cast  .  now  all  that  was  left  was  for  blaise  to  figure  out  where  he  had  placed  his  bets  .  

Was that fondness Mirabella was feeling at her son’s smugness? Perhaps a touch. Confidence was no sin, as long as he kept his head, and she hadn’t known him to lose it, not since he was a little boy. Yes, he had learned--in some ways, more quickly than she had, reaping the benefits of the mistakes she had made and taught him to defend against, to watch for. She watched him charm many and fall for none--or at least seem to fall for none, which was almost as important. 

No, he shouldn’t follow exactly in Mirabella’s footsteps. She had even named Blaise to remind herself of how they must both be better than her past--that pretty Frenchwoman who was half the reason she taught Blaise to keep his heart locked in his own chest rather than give it away. His father, perhaps, was the other half of the rationale. 

“If you should ever feel less than safe,” she began after a moment, her eyes remaining on the game but her hand drifting over to cover Blaise’s, the heaviness of her new ring strange in the bright sun, a strange weight over her son’s knuckles. “Do come to me, darling.” 

She had protected him before by her own subtle means, and she was prepared to take risks to do so again--though perhaps not so much as the mothers of some of his peers. She was no Lily Potter, no Narcissa Malfoy, no Molly Weasley. But thankfully, Blaise wasn’t neither a Potter nor a Malfoy nor a Weasley. He was a Zabini, and she had taught him what that meant through actions and words. Blaise would pass on her name, not his father’s, and he bore the standard well.

[lildiggory]

closed event starter / @mmezabini​ !

“ madame zabini, it’s nice to see you again ! “ if nellie had the ability to feel self-concious, she might, because mirabella always looked so put together, AND NELLIE WAS DECKED IN GREEN SPIRIT CLOTHES. she was, however, still happy to see the other. she thought she was so fascinating. “ how do you fancy the game ? “

[mmezabini]

“Nellie.” How unexpected. And unusual. Not shifting from her seat, Mirabella simply tipped her head back to study her, rather like how the young wix might study one of her magical creatures. Nellie Diggory was wearing an entire shop’s worth of Holyhead Harpies merchandise and an alarmingly enthusiastic expression to match. 

“Shall I guess which team you’re supporting?” The words were wry but not irritated, somehow. “My interactions with people off the pitch have been more interesting than any of the gameplay. You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Mirabella felt slightly older just looking at her, which she never liked.

[toujovrspurs]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   the burren, quidditch league final   ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:   @mmezabini​   !

“i’m surprised to see you here, mirabella.” to be fair : narcissa was equally surprised at her OWN presence. draco had asked her to attend games such as these before, but she had always been rather good at finding an excuse for why she wouldn’t be able to attend. on the off chance that he or lucius could drag her along with them, she usually chose to stay inside of the family tent and partake in one of the numerous other activities she rathered to watching a game that held so little interest to her. but lucius was gone, now, and draco only HAD her. he might not be a child anymore, he certainly had enough friends - the other womans son included in the number - to replace her, but there was a certain… maternal obligation that had driven her to join him, and to try and look as if she were enjoying it. “but then again…- i did hear from a little bird that you were absent from that tragic benefit concert because you were attending the weird sisters farewell. taking 2020 to relive the glory days, are we?”

[mmezabini]

“Likewise, Narcissa,” said Mirabella neutrally. She raised her eyebrows when Narcissa brought up the benefit concert. “It was unfortunate what happened that night. It’s interesting that you mention your surprise--I was admittedly surprised at the guest-list for that event.” A guest-list had turned into a casualties list, come morning. “In the glory days, a benefit concert for a werewolf charity would have hardly been so well-attended.” 

Of course, werewolf antipathy was unpopular these days. So it was possible those purebloods in attendance had been merely giving lip service to the mainstream discourse. Costly lip service, considering what had happened. 

Nevertheless, she smiled lightly. “Surprises aside, it is lovely to see you. Have you been--enjoying the atmosphere?” She said it as though it were dubious that anyone could enjoy it.

[mmezabini]

kn00xx​:

“I’m sure you do.” Knox sent her a forced smile of her own. No matter how much she looked up to her, the older woman thought the same as any other pure blood family. It was all fake at the end of the day — perhaps she was being overly cautious—but it was the truth, wasn’t it? “I’ll tell her as much. That Madame Zabini said hello, and how she sends her upmost genuine regards.”

The subtle sardonic part of her wasn’t missed and she made sure of it. At a certain point she was allowed to snap. Knox could continue to pretend that what everyone says under their breaths doesn’t bother her or she could bite back in her all but aggressive ways with a forced smile on her face and a fire in her coal like eyes. “Long term no, I plan to continue my travels someday.”

It was obvious how very pained the forced politeness was from Knox, which rather amused Mirabella. Lie down with dogs, get up with fleas--if she didn’t disavow her mother’s ways, she would never be accepted in any part of wixen society that mattered (to Mirabella, at least).

“How lovely. I’ve traveled a great deal. London holds only limited charms, I agree. But it must be nice to see your old cohort from school.”

[mmezabini]

ofzvbini​:

       𝖋𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖔𝖓  𝖜𝖆𝖘  𝖆  𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍  𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖗  𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖈 .  clothes  were  easy  .  blaise  dealt  in  clothes  and  compliments  every  day  of  his  life  .  ❝  i  had  to  show  the  rest  of  them  how  it  was  done  ,  didn’t  i  ?  ❞  he  preened  ,  making  a  show  of  peacocking  for  his  mother  by  holding  out  the  flaps  of  the  jersey  to  showcase  the  whole  outfit  .  ❝  though  i  can’t  have  done  it  without  your  generous  contribution  of  genetics  ,  so  i  must  thank  you  for  that  . ❞

       blaise  poured  himself  a  glass  of  his  own  ,  taking  a  sip  as  his  mother  asked  him  questions  .  he  had  a  feeling  he’d  need  a  little  bit  of  liquid  courage  before  he  jumped  into  this  balancing  act  .  ❝  oh  ,  i  wouldn’t  do  very  well  under  anyone’s  thumb  that’s  for  sure  .  i  might  be  supporting  the  cannons  today  ,  but  i’m  not  quite  keen  on  being  cannon  fodder  . ❞  he  smiled  ,  more  dry  than  actually  amused  ,  though  his  tone  remained  as  light  as  it  had  at  the  beginning  of  this  conversation  .  ❝  i’ve  done  a  good  job  so  far  of  remaining  above  it  all  .  no  public  loyalties  ,  no  personal  ties  .  much  nicer  to  be  shut  into  my  cushy  office  like  the  lazy  thing  i  am  while  still  holding  a  nice  spot  in  public  opinion  .  ❞  

          there  was  never  any  confirmation  for  any  of  blaise’s  suspicions  about  his  mother’s … social  life  ,  but  there  was  a  never  a  n e e d  with  blaise  .  what  else  was  he  to  make  of  his  mother’s  quaint  little  collection  of  porcelain  dolls  with  spines  of  steel  ?  something  was  brewing  and  even  if  blaise  never  found  out  for  certain  ,  the  possibility  was  enough  to  keep  him  on  his  toes  . 

Mirabella looked rather amused and indulgent at Blaise’s show in a way she did of very few. “A Zabini, through and through,” she told him. His next joke was enough to make her roll her eyes, though. Puns, really. 

She could tell that he was ill at ease. While she had never intended to encourage him to feel uncomfortable around her--she was his mother, even if she hardly acted like it--she supposed she had perhaps too finely tuned his sense of caution. 

Now he was always looking for hidden meanings behind her words. Mirabella wondered whether she shouldn’t be more straightforward with him, but after all these years, all these veils and shadows, was that even possible? 

“I agree, darling,” she told him firmly. “History remembers a martyr. But survivors remember history.”

Of course, now that she had elected to throw in her lot at last with Bellatrix’s iteration of the Death Eaters, she might have chosen a side for them, they who were accustomed to being elegant spectators looking down on the mess from above. Yes, she would have to tell Blaise...And perhaps it was a sign of how well she had raised him that she couldn’t decide how exactly he would react.

[mmezabini]

aastorias​:

“ it certainly has been an interesting… experience so far. ” she said, trying and failing to hide the bitterness that had seeped into her tone — oh, how she longed to be in the comfort of her own home. each time the chilly autumn wind blew, astoria pulled her jacket tighter against herself. if there was one thing that astoria hated, it was the cold. she took a sip of her alcoholic beverage, internally kicking herself for not opting for a coffee like mirabella had, longing for another source of warmth. “ how have you been, mrs. zabini? it’s been quite a long time since you and i last talked. ”

“You seem as though you’re regretting it.” As much as Mirabella wasn’t enjoying herself, she found some comfort in someone who was finding the experience even less pleasant than she was. Nevertheless, she flicked her wand to cast a Warming Charm. So unfortunate, this hereditary curse of the Greengrasses. She raised her eyebrows at the use of Mrs. “I’m not married, darling. For that reason alone, I’ve been well.” Oh, she had jokes. 

“And you, Astoria? I’ve hardly seen you since the gala.” She had only spoken to her date that night, since Astoria had been working much harder than him.

[mmezabini]

kn00xx​:

And there it was. The tension falling back on Knox’s shoulders. She should’ve expected this, especially since pure blooded families would be attending this event. Some gave her subtle scowls while others sent her pitying looks, which usually meant they felt awful about how her mother—a known blood traitor—had raised her offspring and also married a blood traitor with a very tainted family, one that was destroyed years before she was born. She didn’t care for them though, instead she enjoyed making them squirm whenever she walks by with a subtle confidence, as if she were proud of her background.

“As well as any sick woman would be in a time such as this.” Knox replied with a quick glance towards the older woman. At her last sentence, Knox noticeably grimaced but covered it back up with her usual blank expression, “I wouldn’t be here if not for my mother.” She simply puts.

“I wish her only the best,” said Mirabella with a calm smile that held very little feeling behind it. Well, she didn’t wish her dead. She simply thought that she and her choices were rather embarrassing, and she had made it very difficult for Knox to achieve greatness beyond her. 

“So are you enjoying it? Operating a small business? It doesn’t sound as though that is your long-term goal.” Of course, for her to give up the plant shop, her mother would either have to get better or die. A callous question at best.

[mmezabini]

ofzvbini​:

           ❝  𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗  ,  𝖞𝖔𝖚  𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜  𝖞𝖔𝖚’𝖉  𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊  the  stars  even  if  you  were  dressed  in  house elf  rags  .❞  he  retorts  ,  smooth  as  glass  .  he  ducks  down  ,  pressing  a  polite  kiss  to  her  cheek  .  ❝  how  could  the  rest  of  us  compare  ?  ❞

          it  was  a  passing  fancy  in  the  sport  as  a  child  but  watching  it  now  ,  he  knows  he’d  never  been  the  sporty  type  .  even  as  a  child  ,  he’d  quickly  grown  tired  of  getting  dirty  when  playing  outside  .  he  was  never  very  fond  of  looking  out  of  sorts  .  ❝  i  don’t  make  it  habit  ,  but  i’ll  come  when  invited  . ❞   he  sighed  as  he  settled  into  the  chair  next  to  her  ,  gesturing  to  the  table  next  to  him  to  offer  her  a  glass  of  wine  .  ❝  though  i  suppose  events  like  these  makes  sports  fans  of  us  all  .  ❞ 

             it  felt  almost  strange  ,  to  speak  with  his  mother  about  something  as  inconsequential  as  S P O R T S  when  there  were  heavier  things  hanging  over  all  their  heads  .  it  didn’t  bother  him  ,  however  .  he  refused  to  let  it  bother  him  .

She smiled indulgently at the compliment and tilted her cheek towards Blaise to accept the kiss. “You do come closer than most. After all, few can pull off...that shade of orange.” Mirabella hadn’t deigned to wear any gear in support of either team, instead donning a set of semiformal dress robes in a muted autumnal color, though she had elected to wear boots rather than heels to preserve her toes and arches.

“Hm.” She abandoned her coffee in favor of the glass of wine, though she didn’t drink yet, merely peering down into the depths as if it might offer her some answers about what, exactly, she was doing here. “How have you been keeping yourself occupied otherwise these days, darling? Continuing to stay above the fray, I hope.” A delicate furrow between her brows. “I can only be grateful that you chose to stay away from the Auror Office as well as the Quidditch pitch. Your current position is well-suited to making your own way rather than being turned into a political pawn, puppet, or simply a sacrifice.”

Blaise knew about Keres, knew the names and faces of a number of her proteges, but he had never been privy to a meeting. She had also never told him in so many words about the other meetings she attended now. The time would come to draw him into the fold. For now, selfish as it was--and everyone was selfish, some just pretended otherwise--she would prefer that he stay safe.

[mmezabini]

kn00xx​:

Upon seeing Madame Zabini, Knox’s stature unconsciously straightened in her presence. It was as if she was in the company of royalty, well at least that’s what the older woman always gave off. Knox admired her in a way, someone who was confident and quite powerful. It was something Knox wished she possessed. The confidence part, she nearly got down, but powerful? She was far from it.

She hummed, “Well, then, I’m glad you decided to grace us with your presence.” Knox kept her eyes on the field, “How have you been these days? Last I saw you was about six years ago, I believe.”

Mirabella could see how Knox straightened--and she approved. Of course, she should be standing so tall all the time. All this slouching was dreadful.

“I’ve been well. Quite well. These are strange days, certainly,” Mirabella acknowledged. “And how have you been? How is your mother?” Thalia was a blood traitor, to be sure, and she had made the unfortunate choice to raise Knox with much the same views. “It’s lovely to see that you’ve returned to us.”

[mmezabini]

whtheatricalities​:

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“Focused and careful,” the blonde repeated in a level tone as she stared into her vanity, searching for any flaw in her little guise of innocence and finding none. One hand draped languidly, beckoning the cats to return to her only to be met by utter ignorance. “As I have been and will always be, of course — though it does leave little room for the interesting,” continued Zephyrine, eyeing Mirabella in the mirror’s reflection knowingly, almost expectantly. The spoils of victory would be claimed by the slow and steady, or so the old adage went, but the girl couldn’t help but crave a little bit more than what the world — or, Bellatrix — was willing to give. 

“I never realized that doing my job so well would result in me growing so…bored,” she stated plainly, before continuing, “I’m practically restless for something interesting to come along. Although, perhaps it’s up to the artist to take matters into their own hands and determine the interesting for everyone else.” Directed at any other, the words might have been a way for Zephyrine to bare her teeth without so much as a smile, holding the threat of adding fuel to an untended fire — but, in the presence of Mirabella, it was simply a decidedly delicate way of saying: Choose my prey, and I’ll show you a predator. “What would you advise, Madame Zabini, as the cure for boredom? A further pursuit of patience? Or the execution of creation?” 

Mirabella watched Zephyrine study her appearance. She was image-conscious; with the layers to her disguise, more than few outside this room understood, she had to be. But there wasn’t a single fine pale hair out of place. Upon noticing this, Mirabella seemed to relax as well.

“Believe me, I understand.” After all, Mirabella had actually killed out of sheer boredom before. However, that was the death of one or two small men. There were larger stakes at play here. The future of wixen Europe, perhaps. She nodded out the window to the city below. “Circumstances are changing, and we may be called to duty at any time.”

She leaned forward, as if to add a further layer of secrecy to this private meeting. “And what act of creation might you engage in?” she asked with curiosity. Mirabella usually didn’t speak so explicitly, but everything could come crashing down around Zephyrine so easily, and it would be a shame to see. “Bellatrix does intend to sow chaos--but with a controlled hand, and no one knows all of her plans. Macnair went against her, and she disposed of him without hesitation. I should not like to see such a fate for someone with a future so bright.”

[mmezabini]

closed event 7 starter for blaise [[@ofzvbini​]]

“I was going to invite you to sit beside me, darling, but I’m afraid you might be outdoing me with your outfit.” Mirabella looked up at her son wryly as she reclined in her seat in the stadium. 

She hadn’t ever taken Blaise to a Quidditch match growing up, though as a boy, he used to claim that he would be a professional player someday. She had his nanny take him once or twice, she believed. “Do you go to many matches these days?” They didn’t often discuss sports when they had the chance to converse. 

Perhaps she should be keeping him closer these days, now that there was so much movement from Bellatrix. After all, Blaise was her own blood, pure and true, and she did much to prevent her blood from being spilled.