do what it takes to survive

nadia zabini. twenty-two. unspeakable. there is something about having soft petal skin and still showing sharp teeth.

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lloydxgoyle:

“You only have yourself to blame,” Lloyd smoothly retorted. Standing from his seat, he glanced at Nadia with a smug smirk decorating his lips as he buttoned up his dinner jacket. “Why you were so keen to dine at a M.B.F. place is beyond me, when your best-friend has the best chefs under his thumb, but now you know… betraying me never ends well.” He teased, pulling out her chair as she stood up, and holding her coat open. “Remind me the next time I’m bored,” he leaned closer, voice carrying sinister undertones, “That I have a place to burn down.”

Betraying me never ends well. Nadia ignored the unintended double meaning behind his words and instead smirked, “As always, I was only looking out for your best interests---” Loyal, loyal, she was loyal, “----isn’t this place, for some unknown reason, considered your competition? Perhaps it’s mediocrity is somehow appealing to the masses.” Her smile widened at his words, her eyes showing only a keen interest and excitement when what she was truly feeling was dread at the horror he could inflict if left unchecked, “And maybe afterwards they’d put a worthy business in it’s place. But for now I’m ready to take advantage of those chefs you were bragging about earlier---shall we?”

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lloydxgoyle:

“Are we leaving, or do I have time to leave my mark?”

As annoyed as she was, Lloyd getting the chance to react on her behalf was the last thing she wanted. “As amusing as that would be, I’m starving---this is a waste of our time; there are better restaurants, anyway. Let’s just go.”

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tiredshouldered:

“Would be quite hard to forget that, and I wasn’t going so far as to think that the waiter might poison you, but if you’re so keenly observant that you can tell if your food has been spat in or otherwise physically tampered with, then, by all means continue.” James’ face pinched and he canted his head, “I know that there are those out there that like to make a jester out of me, but I think I’ll pass on that and leave it to the expert.”

“Spitting in my food would be terribly common, I’d almost hope for something a bit more interesting. Maybe a hair removal potion, in which case you’d probably benefit more from the chance to start all over when it comes to that.” She motioned vaguely to his messy hair, taking a quick sip of her drink, smiling at him over the glass, “How lucky are you to get to work with me every day, James Potter?”

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albvspctter:

      “I think THAT,” Albus started, deciding to intervene when the employee’s face began to resemble a lobster, “would be mine. Easy mistake to make. I’m guessing this is yours, then?” he questioned, holding out the order he’d received.

Nadia peered into the offered bag, giving a nod, “Because the names Nadia and Albus are so easy to confuse.” She cast a sideways glance at the employee, letting him know just what she thought of that. Turning back to Albus, “You know, I get enough of you Potters at work---I’ve already filled my quota for the day. Now things are all thrown out of balance.”

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spitfxre:

“I think you’d want to watch what you’re saying to someone who could just as easily spit in your drink when you’re not looking. Terribly sorry this isn’t a five star fucking hotel, your majesty.” 

“Which is why I plan to watch you as you make my drink, correctly this time. If a little constructive criticism gets you this riled up, maybe the service industry just isn’t for you.”

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esmegreengrass:

“Yikes!! Totes ma gotes my bad, homie,” Esmé said frantically as she DESPERATELY tried to get ahold of herself when she faced the other, “er, you’re going to have to repeat your order for me, if that’s ……. alright?                                               – Please??”

“Merlin, Esme, you---what?” Nadia had grown used to some muggle slang, thanks to Lance, but this was something else, “I said I’d like a pumpkin pasty and a cup of cider, to go.” She ought to have kept quiet after that, but couldn’t contain her curiosity, “When did you get hired here anyway?” And then (for appearances sake or not, she didn’t know) she tacked on, “This place is really going to the dogs.”

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rory-flynn:

“That’s my order.” Rory stepped up behind the girl, coffee clutched in his hand. “This one must be yours. Decaf with 100 sugars?”

“Yes, well---” Nadia snatched her drink, “Hyperbole aside, try not to take my drink next time, Flynn. I’d have thought a writer for the Prophet would at least know how to read the name on the side of the cup.” She paused, brows furrowing, “Actually, your illiteracy doesn’t surprise me at all.”

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tiredshouldered:

Watching as the disgruntled waiter headed back toward the kitchen without another word, James leaned over slightly, addressing his coworker, “I’d mince your words a bit better if I were you. He is the person who handles your food before it gets to you, after all.”

Nadia couldn’t keep the smirk off her face as the waiter took her plate back to the kitchen, eyes snapping back to James’ as he spoke. “In case you’ve forgotten, I do have a mastery in Potions----I ought to be able to tell if my food’s been tampered with and if it is my words will be the least of his worries.” She looked thoughtful for a moment, “Or, I could always have you serve as my food taster----what do you say, Potter? Up for the challenge?”

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“This.... isn’t what I ordered. Is ineptitude a theme here or is it just you?”

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Nadia Zabini | Moodboard

Growing up, my backyard was a forest of blackberry bushes. I learned early nothing sweet will come to you u n t h o r n e d.

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The eldest son of Blaise and Maria Zabini, Elijah was also perhaps the most amiable of the Zabini siblings----at the very least, the most approachable. With a self-confidence that didn’t demand he put others down, Elijah had an easy charm and charisma that made him well-liked wherever he went. Unfortunately, when the war started, he was not as loyal to the Knights of Mortis as they would have liked, and he became one of the first casualties of the war for his hesitance to act.

The middle child, Nadia is simultaneously more decisive than her brothers, and more volatile. An extraordinary sense of pride (learned from her grandmother), Nadia doesn’t take kindly to slights---real or imagined, and while she may seem unfeeling is extremely loyal to those she does care about. Though she was raised with a slight prejudice against muggles, it was mostly familial obligation and ambition that led her to joining the Knights of Mortis, and since the death of her brother she’s become disillusioned with the cause and now works to bring them down from the inside.

The youngest Zabini, Zach has Elijah’s charm and Nadia’s pride as well as a effortless and relaxed confidence all his own. Keenly intelligent and clever, Zach is smart enough to keep his head down in regards to the war, involving himself just enough to not rouse suspicion for a cause that he has little vested interest in. The only things he’s truly loyal to are his loved ones and himself---finding enjoying life’s pleasures to the fullest to be a much better way to spend his time than fighting in a war.