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nadia zabini. 26. she/her. former slytherin. unspeakable. leader. research.

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lilyii‌:

Lily tutted at the sound of Nadia’s voice. “No need to be so uncouth. Don’t you purebloods normally take etiquette classes? You’d think no one had ever taught you to how to say please and thank you.” Despite her words, her tone of voice remained light, making it clear she was teasing. “Please” and “thank you” were words Lily seldom said herself if she could help it. It was rare that Lily wanted to follow orders, but she was reaching the point in her pregnancy where everyone thought she was too fragile to handle anything, and she hated feeling so useless. It was absolutely infuriating that even bending down caused her discomfort, but at the very least, her magic was somehow stronger than ever. She had no proper explanation for it, but something in her intuition told her it meant that her child would be incredibly powerful, like their mother and father. With the slightest flick of her wand, she was able to send the vial towards Nadia’s hand. 

“I wasn’t lurking, by the way.” she corrected. “I was on my daily walk and thought I’d let you know that Teddy’s been asking around for you. You know, he doesn’t ever seem to shut up about you these days. It’s like you’ve got him under your spell. Seduced him with your feminine wiles and your – ah – ineffable charm.” She waggled her eyebrows, a smirk bubbling at her lips.

“Actually, purebloods are taught that we don’t have to say please and thank you to the proletariat, Potter. Right after we learn to use the blood of the innocent to keep us young. Do keep up.” Perhaps the quip would have been less humorous if it weren’t for their circumstances, but as it was the morbidity was oddly appropriate. Nadia Zabini was currently digging up plants in the dirt by their schoolyard Quidditch Pitch while a very pregnant Lily Potter helped her store them; all set to the lovely backdrop of an uprising of the undead. It would be funny if it weren’t so dire.

She didn’t quite smile, but something about her countenance relaxed at the mention of Teddy, while her conscience twinged with something akin to guilt. “I didn’t realize he’d returned for the  night.” She hadn’t seen much of him---of anyone---lately, by choice. Burying herself in research kept her head clear of thoughts and people she’d rather forget, but in doing so her relationships had undoubtedly suffered. 

She stood, brushing the dirt from her hands onto her robes. “Well, his taste certainly can’t be questioned.” Nadia’s tone was amused with more than a hint of smugness, and playful in a way that had been missing for a while. “Something I have to credit Andromeda with, because no offense, but I’ve seen the way your father dresses. Hopeless.”

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damienflints‌:

date: october 13, 2028 time: 3:30pm location: Hogwarts grounds, near the (former) quidditch pitch who: nadia zabini && damien flint

Damien was patrolling. He was patrolling quite a lot, lately. Which, really, made a lot of sense considering the role he had chosen for himself during the crisis. Still, as much as he liked to think of himself as brave, bold and courageous, he had to admit that being alone outside with a chill wind making him feel cold down to his bones (ok, so maybe his fear had something to do with that, too) wasn’t an ideal situation for him. The atmosphere of it all did remind him of something, though. When he was sixteen, he had snuck out of the Flint residence to meet up with one of his “secret” muggleborn friends to go see a muggle movie; that movie had the exact same vibe as the Hogwarts did at that moment, and Damien couldn’t help but hum the theme song of the movie, which’s name he could not remember, as he looked into the forest. So deep into his thoughts, he didn’t even realize there was someone else close by until Nadia’s voice brought him out of his train of thoughts.

“Sorry. Got lost in my thoughts and what not; I didn’t mean to bother you” he said with a small laugh, shaking his head and then running a hand through his hair. “But seriously, though, does anyone walk around with vials? I mean, unless they’re planning on doing something very specific that requires the use of a vial? Uh. Maybe a potioneer. Or a vial-person. A pharmacist, perhaps?”

“Isn’t getting lost in his thoughts the exact opposite of what we want in a guard while on patrol?” Nadia did not look up from the plant she was pruning leaves from, her tone more condescending than accusatory. Her point was valid, but it was not particularly worth starting an argument over; she would let the truth of her comment speak for itself. “I don’t know what a pharmacist is, but I do have a mastery in potions; there are vials in that bag there, by your feet. Hand me one, will you? These plants are quite delicate and only bloom under particular conditions, I’d rather not waste any.” She finally spared Damien a glance, inclining her head in the direction he’d just come from, “Anything interesting to report?”

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date: october 13, 2028 time: 3:30pm location: Hogwarts grounds, near the (former) quidditch pitch who: nadia zabini && open

The wind whipped against her cheeks as Nadia strode across the grounds—-a far cry from the well-kept lands of her own time at Hogwarts, she still wasn’t quite used to the sort of wildness that had spread over the grounds around the castle, but it did have its perks. Mainly, the small thicket of starthistle she knew to be just on the other side of what used to be the quidditch pitch. And while normally she’d wait, have someone bring her the plant she needed… even she needed a bit of fresh air sometimes, and this way her research wouldn’t have to wait. She stopped as she her destination, stopping down so deft fingers could pluck the plant in question from the grass. Though she was focused on her task, her mind remained alert, and she glanced over her shoulder, sensing a presence behind her.

“If you’re going to lurk, make yourself useful and hand me a vial. I’d like to get back to the castle and get started on the next round of trials.”

[summersblood]

Margo, have you cried yet… for Eliot?

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NADIA ZABINI really is the spitting image of AJA NAOMI KING, right? For someone only TWENTY-SIX years old, NADIA has been forced to endure so much. Yeah, that PUREBLOOD has been scraping by at the sanctuary since APRIL 2028, working as a LEADER/UNSPEAKABLE in the DIVISION OF RESEARCH. SHE identifies as CIS FEMALE and is known to be ARROGANT and VINDICTIVE but also RESOURCEFUL and POISED. Best of luck surviving through this.

(tw: sibling death under the cut)

Nadia Vedetta Zabini was born on November 14, middle child and eldest daughter to Blaise and Lynette Zabini, and eldest granddaughter to the infamous Amalia Zabini. The Zabinis are an old pureblood family from Italy, with Nadia’s grandmother having attended Beauxbatons but having relocated to Britain shortly before falling pregnant with Blaise. The Zabinis, as a result, split their time between the two countries, though Blaise and his family live in the UK, while Amalia has retired, in a sense, to their Italian vineyard.

Nadia grew up with extremely high expectations placed on her, mostly by her grandmother. Her parents, Blaise in particular, were a bit absent in terms of child-rearing so most of raising of Nadia and her siblings, Elijah and Francesca, fell on their grandmother. They never wanted for anything in a material sense, and with their grandmother around they certainly were not neglected, but they were also expected to live up to their family name, not live off of it. Nadia was taught to have exacting and high expectations for herself, and for those around her. She was also instilled with a huge sense of loyalty to her family, and is willing to do nearly anything---or go through nearly anyone---to keep them safe and happy. She loves them all, despite having a fairly strained relationship with her father and sister that makes it particularly hard to like them sometimes. Her father’s absentee parenting style has made him seem more of a peer than a father or authority figure, and Nadia has a lot of buried resentment for his absence in her life in that sense, though it would take a LOT for her to admit it out loud. Francesca is equal parts disappointment and anger---not only are her younger sister’s.... habits and hobbies decidedly beneath what a Zabini should be taking part in (so publicly, anyway), it seems to her that Frankie (note: Nadia will never, EVER call her Frankie) doesn't even want to be a Zabini---and for someone who values familial loyalty, that’s a bitter pill to swallow.

Sorted into Slytherin, Nadia worked her way through Hogwarts, earning a reputation for a sharp tongue and quick mind. She was Prefect, then Head Girl, and quickly got an offer from the Department of Mysteries to work as an Unspeakable after graduation. Her immense talent for potion making and creating meant that was mostly what she worked in at the DoM. After the initial outbreak, Nadia was put on a task force of Unspeakables dedicated to finding a cure or vaccine to the zombie infection, but after the fall of the Ministry (which she was thankfully absent for) she attempted to flee to Italy until her townhouse was overrun with zombies. After sending a Patronus for help, Teddy Lupin arrived to help her and her family to safety, but she and her father had gotten separated from her older brother, and in the chaos Elijah was turned, and nearly turned Nadia too, if not for Teddy’s quick wand. Francesca, Nadia had not heard from since before the outbreak started; until she arrived at Hogwarts, Nadia had no idea whether her sister was alive or not.

Since arriving at Hogwarts, Nadia has taken charge of the search for a cure in the Division of Research, helped immensely by the research the Unspeakable had already begun at the Ministry before it’s destruction. Though no cure has been found yet, focusing on that is a way of keeping Nadia’s mind off the loss of her brother, or the seemingly hopeless situation they’ve all found themselves in now. She’d buried herself in her work and tried her best to isolate herself from everyone---Nadia considers most emotions to be a weakness in any case, and had done her best to bury her grief so she can’t fall victim to it.

Nadia is, on the surface, haughty, elitist, aloof, and almost practical to a fault. She’s driven and ambitious with a natural, prodigious talent for potions and also is fairly handy with a wand. She’s vindictive and arrogant and is sometimes mean just because she can be. However, she’s also smart, determined, willing to do whatever she can to make those she loves happy—-while it’s a small list, they get to see a softer (albeit not great at showing affection) side of her. She’s fairly judgmental and not afraid to snap at someone if they irritate her (which is fairly common). But she is dedicated to the safety and survival of the people in the castle----as it’s the best means of her and her remaining family to survive themselves.

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Quotes from awesome female characters: ↳ ❝ I do not respond to threats. I make them. ❞ - Jessica Pearson from Suits

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You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via wordsnquotes)

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storyofthislife:

When a girl says “first of all” run away, migrate, bc she’s done her research, she has sharpened her winged eyeliner, she’s guna destroy you

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[redsatinsheets]

asking for a man’s opinion????????? never felt that, never experienced that. sounds fake and made up.