you're ruining my vibes

❝ I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence. Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence, drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments. Faded way too long, I’m floating in and out of consciousness. ❞ ( zach zabini. pureblood. twenty. knights of mortis. bartender. )

[zachzabini-blog]

valeriagoyle:

“You know, my brother owns this club, so if you don’t stop harassing me I’ll have you thrown out—-unharmed, if I’m feeling generous. Which I’m not.” 

Having stepped away briefly to grab their drinks from the bar, Zach returned to Valeria’s side before turning his head to the man. “I’d listen to her if I was you. Unless you’re interested in having your head put on a stake and fed to the wolves like a shish kabob.”

[zachzabini-blog]

goylc.

“Hmm.” She pondered, looking at him, then going astray again. “Have you seen any of my siblings there at any time? They’re like, taller, prettier versions of myself, so there’s really no way of missing them. I’m just trying to find a place where they don’t go, that I can go to myself, but these days it’s becoming harder and harder.”

Zach knew who the Goyles were. They ran in the same circles, after all, thanks to their fathers. “I have seen them from time to time, yeah. You’re probably better off trying to go with the Green Dragon Pub. I doubt that it’s classy enough for them to be caught there. It’d be a safer bet anyway, probably, even if the alcohol is subpar.”

[zachzabini-blog]

goylc.

“It’s not so much the Weird Sisters as it is having to deal with something that either never quite changes or simply won’t quit despite it being so bad just because it’s the only acceptable thing old people can listen to. I hear ya’, though. Bar? What bar are we talking about?”

"Listening to the same thing over and over gets old real fast. But that’s what we have to do, right? We gotta listen to the old folks because they always decide everything even though it should be our world, you know? The Three Broomsticks. Can’t exactly work at the other pub and hey at least it’s free booze.”

[zachzabini-blog]

goylc.

“Do you have any idea of how much I’d love to air muggle music on the radio? And I can’t. I can’t and that breaks my heart. Short rant. Now you, vent.”

Zach wasn’t up for venting about the real problems. Complaining about something as trivial of music was easier. “And do you know how much I wish that we could jam to some Drake at the bar? If I have to listen to the Weird Sisters one more time, I might croak.”

[kim-jisoo]

[nvzabini-blog]

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.