It was awkward to feel awkward around Lestrange, but she was always the quiet one, he didn’t even know how she felt about his strange behaviour. “Of course he’s important. He’s probably tearing up the Slytherin box looking for you.” he chuckled at the thought. “Have you feeling like this often or it’s just a one time thing?” he asked, feeling like a healer.He exhaled a long painful breath of air, returning to bite his lip. It was frustrating that Lestrange had to see him like this, in such agony, but when did it start to matter to him. They were comfortably with each other ever since they met, like siblings that never fought. It was by chance that he treasured her so much because he never had any brothers or sisters of his own, and neither did she. He just felt like he could relate to her because her parents were almost as fucked as his. He didn’t feel alone, and that felt good. He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the dull mood. “Well good, because I honestly don’t think you’ll ever hear those words again.” he let out an empty chuckle. “Does your boyfriend know you weren’t feeling well?” he asked to change the subject.
Antonia wanted to say something when she noticed him biting his lip. There had to be something she could do except holding his hand, but she couldn’t think about anything that wouldn’t upset him even more. A smile flashed over her face at his words, though it was fading again when she heard his forced chuckle. “What?” She was slightly taken aback by his question. “Oh … uhm … No, he doesn’t. Well … I don’t even think it’s that important.” she shrugged.
“And sit next to her and tell her everything is going to be alright when we both know fucking well that it’s not? I run the risk of being attached to a dying soul, Nott. A risk I cannot take.” he explained coldly. “Ugh, women.” he sighed. “Good. As long as it doesn’t lead back to us. Also, we need blackmail, Nott. Dead men might tell no tales but we are leaving this one alive. Snap the wands and feed them to the giant squid.” he chuckled.Blaise blinked several times before looking up at Theodore, “Like I’d still be here if anything could be done.” he snorted. ”I need a cure for dragon pox, if you have some that’ll be pretty neat.” he said with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. Dragon pox, cruel, vicious little illness that eats off the health of the host bit by bit. “Not that I don’t enjoy the idea of her being sucked in and trapped and destroyed but look what happened to Marvolo, least we could do is not sure another one doesn’t end up like that. Oh, catch him when he’s sleeping then chop off his balls? I rather like that plan. We need to get a wand, Nott. Crucio-ing the bastard with our own will get us a one way ticket to Azkaban. As much as I know that the Dementors fancy me for my looks, I ain’t going there.”
Theodore blinked, looking back at Blaise shocked, “Oh, well, then shouldn’t you be with her, when it happens? Whatever, like I said, if you need anything then let me know.” Theodore shrugged, unsure about what exactly he could have said in that moment. “I don’t want her to end up like that, but she won’t listen, so fuck knows how to get through to her, before it’s too late. A wand? I can arrange that, I can get a random one fresh from the black market, untraceable, perfect for such things, I use them when off muggle hunting.” Theodore flashed a wicked grin, “Then just discard them when done. I would suggest the black lake as a good dumping ground.”
# HAHA HIS SISTER IS NOT A DRAGON WUDD. # Doesnt mean u have chicken pox makes you a chicken right # theodore
“Well it’s a good thing I’m used to being disappointed isn’t it. Yup, and I know getting me into trouble should be a bonus for your motives, so why wouldn’t you want to try.” he said bitterly. “I don’t have to play babysitter if you don’t play obnoxious bitch child. It’s a fair game, Marvolo, one of the very few left out there. And that’s only because you’re gullible.” he retorted before holding the cup and shutting his eyes, allowing the portkey to work his magic, and before he knew it they were in the sky, beautiful Tuscany sky, and he held on to her until they slowly descended to the ground. They were in front of a huge gate that lead to the mansion, and it was as he just remembered it. It was home.“Well you keep on wanting Zabini, but I am sure you will be disappointed. Well, get you, being so clever with the foresight, and the not trusting of me, practically a psychic, hey, can’t blame a girl for trying though ay? You don’t have to play babysitter, you are the one that fucking suggested going outside, leaving, so don’t make out like I am forcing you to babysit me because we both know that isn’t true. Oh, you don’t care? Could have fooled me.” Damia scowled at her and took a deep breath and then took a hold of the cup, waiting for the familiar pulling sensations to overwhelm her.
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Antonia kept quiet. She didn’t want to say something wrong or anything that could upset him so she hoped that it was enough that she was there, ready to help. But that was the problem. It was quite hard to help someone who obviously didn’t want to get any help. She thought back to the times when they were younger, when he had actually let her in. Even though those times seemed to be long gone she still cared, of course she did. She highly doubted that she would ever be able to stop caring, whatver might happen. She and Blaise had been more or less growing up together, he was like a brother to her so how should she stop caring? You couldn’t just turn your back on family. She returned his gaze with a comforting smile. “I know that.” Her smile had deepend while he had said those last words. “And I never doubted it, don’t worry.” she squeezed his hand lightly.
He exhaled a long painful breath of air, returning to bite his lip. It was frustrating that Lestrange had to see him like this, in such agony, but when did it start to matter to him. They were comfortably with each other ever since they met, like siblings that never fought. It was by chance that he treasured her so much because he never had any brothers or sisters of his own, and neither did she. He just felt like he could relate to her because her parents were almost as fucked as his. He didn’t feel alone, and that felt good. He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the dull mood. “Well good, because I honestly don’t think you’ll ever hear those words again.” he let out an empty chuckle. “Does your boyfriend know you weren’t feeling well?” he asked to change the subject.
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Blaise sighed. If he had to tell anyone it had to be Nott because Nott was one of his closest friends. “Well, seeing that she is my half sister, yes, I suppose she is important. Her name’s Camille.” he told him. “I bet he told her that she was different and that he’ll never pull that shit with her, and being who she is she’ll just go with it because that’s how bints are, they like to put trust in people and expect the same fucking thing. Well I’d be damned if I said this but if there were anything coming for her she would deserve every bit of it.” his lips curled into a sadistic smirk. “And let me miss out on all the fun? Why would I allow you to do that?” he chuckled. “That might be the reason I’m doing this but don’t tell her that, her head’s big enough. So, when where and how? We both know I’m not one to plan anything.”
Theodore’s gazed softened as Blaise spoke, his anger quickly being replaced with sadness for his friend. “I’m sorry, is there nothing that can be done for her? If you need anything just let me know, I am here, as you well know, whenever. I am sure he pulled the wool right over her eyes and by the time she realises it will always be too late and she will be trapped and then he will destroy her. As I said, she deserves it, she made her bed, she can lie and be raped in it. Oh fear not, I shan’t tell her your reasons, though I doubt she would believe me at the moment ever if I did, she isn’t exactly thinking clearly. Well, as for the when, I think I can get his dorm mates to fuck off for a while, I know them all, so that will leave him in his dorm alone, they won’t help him, not when I tell them what he is. As for the how, as I said, a Crucio here, a few well placed punches there, a few slashing spells, you know, use you imagination.” Theodore smirked wickedly, and cricked his neck.
Blaise blinked several times before looking up at Theodore, “Like I’d still be here if anything could be done.” he snorted. ”I need a cure for dragon pox, if you have some that’ll be pretty neat.” he said with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. Dragon pox, cruel, vicious little illness that eats off the health of the host bit by bit. “Not that I don’t enjoy the idea of her being sucked in and trapped and destroyed but look what happened to Marvolo, least we could do is not sure another one doesn’t end up like that. Oh, catch him when he’s sleeping then chop off his balls? I rather like that plan. We need to get a wand, Nott. Crucio-ing the bastard with our own will get us a one way ticket to Azkaban. As much as I know that the Dementors fancy me for my looks, I ain’t going there.”
Daphne tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “Depends on what you’re up for. Why don’t you take a wild stab at my little secret, and we’ll put your little brain to work. Or maybe, it won’t be such a challenge at all, if you think you know me so well.” She didn’t bat an eyelash as he rested his hand on the wall above her, keeping her eyes locked on his own.
“If a guessing game is what you’re up too then I’ve overestimated you, you are rather tedious. I know who you are, but I don’t know what you’re up to, just that it’s no fucking good.” he bit down on his bottom lip, trying to figure her out.
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“Happy and healthy? Fuck, well you don’t want much do you? Not much at all. I would stay you know, if they needed me, if they truly needed me, I would. But they don’t, Gemma has Theodore, Theodore will look after all of them and I know they will all be well cared for. The worst thing is I get this, and he gets to just live, he doesn’t care, it doesn’t effect him, but me, it’s here, all the time, all the time crushing me and I can’t fight it anymore. Oh Blaisey you wound me. You don’t trust me? Why ever not?” Damia cocked her head and looked at him with an innocent look plastered across her face. She inhaled deeply looking up at the sky as they entered the gardens, she had missed being outside.
“Oh, I want so very much, Marvolo. You have no idea.” he clicked his tongue. “You’re fighting it right now, so let us not talk about this ‘anymore’ business.” he said lazily. Of course I don’t trust you. I sure as hell don’t like playing babysitter but I’m not willing to be responsible if you run the fuck off, which I’m expecting. I know we mutually care as much for each other, which is not at all, so I’m not risking being caught just for you, princess.” he hissed. He unwrapped himself from her arm and bent down over and pulled an picked up a cup with the tip of his wand. “Come on.”
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He looked at Lestrange, losing himself in his thoughts. It was most peculiar how he could find himself relating Lestrange to Camille, when they are both total opposites. Lestrange was soft and kind, genuinely nice, while Camille was passionate and carried herself with envious confidence. What if it were Lestrange who was in Camilles place? Would he still be this way, pretending not to care, pretending that she was just another person. Guilt and shame filled him when he thought of it, he couldn’t not care about Lestrange, it was like a built in function. “She is.” he replied. He chose not to fight her words, knowing she would never agree to his statement. “Hey,” he started softly. “However I act towards you… I mean however I pretend like I don’t care about you.. I er, do, okay? Don’t doubt it.. Yeah.”“It’s fine.” he lied. Of course it wasn’t fine. It was far from fine. He wanted to lay down on her lap and wish his troubles away where she just kept quiet and listened, but they were no more children and emotions were for the young to play with. “She has erm,” he swallowed, turning away to look at the fireplace “Dark hair, soft and silky just like yours. Her eyes are pretty much like mine except for her pretty eyelashes. She smiles more than I do and, and she has a heart.” he turned back to look at Lestrange. “She has a heart, Lestrange. If anyone deserves to die it should be me before her.”
Antonia slightly shook her head. Of course it wasn’t fine but she didn’t really know what to say. She saw that he was heaving trouble with whether he should talk about it or not. Sometimes she wished that it would still be the way it used to be, when they had been little children. Back then Blaise had trusted her more, told her more about how he really felt. But now it sometimes felt as if he didn’t talk about anything anymore, he just kept everything in, shutting her out. Still she just wanted to be there for him and she hoped that was enough. It probably wasn’t anyway. All she could do at the moment was to hold his hand and hope that it would comfort him at least a little bit. “She sounds beautiful.” Antonia said softly. When he turned to look at her she felt a sting in her heart. She didn’t remember him ever looking so lost and sad before. “Don’t say that, please. You don’t deserve to die.”
Blaise sighed. If he had to tell anyone it had to be Nott because Nott was one of his closest friends. “Well, seeing that she is my half sister, yes, I suppose she is important. Her name’s Camille.” he told him. “I bet he told her that she was different and that he’ll never pull that shit with her, and being who she is she’ll just go with it because that’s how bints are, they like to put trust in people and expect the same fucking thing. Well I’d be damned if I said this but if there were anything coming for her she would deserve every bit of it.” his lips curled into a sadistic smirk. “And let me miss out on all the fun? Why would I allow you to do that?” he chuckled. “That might be the reason I’m doing this but don’t tell her that, her head’s big enough. So, when where and how? We both know I’m not one to plan anything.”“Dying relative? Anyone important? You sure you ok Zabini?” Theodore raised his eyebrow looking back at him intently. “Oh, I won’t be visiting her, I told her as much. I will help her with anything, anything that doesn’t involve him. If he beats her or rapes her or both that is on her head and she can fucking well live with it, she deserves nothing but contempt for staying with him, she knows what he has done yet she choses to ignore it. She may as well tell him that it is fine for him to go around raping and beating girls half to death because that is what her actions tell him anyway. I don’t need you for anything Zabini, as I said, there are others who will help should you wish not too. I thought you of all others would enjoy it the most, besides, I thought you would want to for her. If I am wrong and you don’t wish to, as I said, there are others. However, yes, I think in this instance, your temper will hold you better than mine.” Theodore sighed, and shook his head, “I am too involved, I care too much, it clouds my judgement.”
“Well is being healthy and I don’t know, happy maybe? Because how the fuck are you considered alive if you’re not happy?” the phrase ‘people die all the time’ triggered thoughts about Camille. Weak, dying Camille not much different from Marvolo. ‘Irreparable’, he almost rolled his eyes. She had yet to see irreparable yet. “Like I’d trust you if he Apparated or took the Floo.” he said coldly without the usual snark he had in his voice, walking them outside to the gardens. He had hidden the portkey under one of the benches with a Disillusionment Charm.“No, not everyone, because that includes me, the guy who ‘input unwanted shit in your system’.” he faked a feminine accent, chuckling. “It’s the fact that you’re conscious that proves you’re still alive. I think… You have to know, that, we don’t want you alive, Marvolo, we want you well.” he reasoned. He rested his hand on hers, after he was sure she wasn’t going to kick his shins and run off. “No one is incapable of living, if we were we wouldn’t be alive for so long.” he said rather cheerily. “Well, living is about giving. We give care, and company, friendship, love, support. Don’t you think it’s fucking coincidence how those two words are just a letter away? Kidding. In a way, dying is taking back all these things and more. It’s pain and suffering. You say it’s the easy way out for you, but not for everyone else.” he shrugged, it was just an opinion. “Well, you did ask.” he stated as a matter of fact-ly, “Also, it would be quite rude if I didn’t give you another choice. Who knows, the gardens might be too intense for you.” he chuckled. “Joking, now come on, I set up a portkey already.” he told her. He had to think of the different means of transport which had to consider the fact that she was weak and they had to get back before curfew.
“Well? What is well. I don’t even know the meaning of the word anymore, well just doesn’t exist to me. Why is it so wrong that I have had enough of life? People die all the time. People get killed all the time, they get murdered, there are suicides, death is as much a part of life as anything, so why it is so wrong for me to just chose this way out? Really, I am doing you all a favour, because you don’t have to put up with my shit anymore, I am just saving you all the mind numbing process of attempting to fix my ever growing problems, I don’t wish to be a burden, thus it is easier to remove myself from the equation. So in a way, yes, it is the easy way out for you all, because you get a bit of sadness then you get to move on. You don’t have to try and fix me when I am irreparable. Oh yes intense gardens I am sure it will blow my mind.” Damia rolled her eyes, tutting loudly. “Portkey?” Damia’s face fell slightly, but she kept it composed enough so as to not let him see. A portkey was no good for escaping, she needed a floo network. “Well then Mr know it all I suppose you better lead the way.”
