Oh The Thrills We Can Have ((Canon Characters))

[blaise]

Oh the joys of Christmas. The thrills of shopping and… well whatever having a break from school. Time to come home to meet whatever poor sap her mother had around her this year and laugh at his jokes pretending he would still be around come Easter. This year it was some model named Benjamin who was likely in his mid-twenties and spiked his hair. The man charmed the tips red for goodness sakes – he would not be around much longer. Blaise stretched his legs out straight in front of him and arched his back while stretching his arms in the air. He grasped the arm rests then and pulled himself out of the plush green leather chair he had been occupying by the fireplace in his study. The entire east wing of the manor belonged to Blaise so he could technically spend the whole break living out his life as usual without seeing them; but he would never do that. First off that was rude and certainly not how he was raised and second where was the fun in that? He missed his enchanting mother while he was away at school. She had raised him into the gentleman he was now and for that he owed her much. Not to mention after having been widowed seven times Blaise really was the only person she had. He didn’t doubt she would marry again of course but for the past few years she had simply been dating guy after guy that nobody expected her to marry – except the aforementioned males of course.

In his study was a closet containing jackets and such for Blaise to use when he was traveling by floo so he would not have to go to his room to collect one. Seeing as he was wearing black dress pants with a blue dress shirt Blaise decided to go with a black jacket with a black scarf and gloves. Blaise picked up the silver snuffbox that rested on his mantle and took up a pinch of the powder it contained. He tossed it into the fireplace, which then turned a lovely shade of emerald. “The Leaky Cauldron” Blaise drawled once he had stepped into the flames.

After a moment Blaise emerged in a small pub he knew rather well. He nodded at Tom, the barkeep, and grinned at Susanne, one of the waitresses. He continued on out the back until he reached a security checkpoint. He had to walk through a secrecy sensor as well as supply the officers with ID but the fact that he was a Zabini made the process go much quicker than it could have. Good blood, as well as a famous mother, really did have their payoffs. Of course he had to answer questions explaining that his mother was fine and her favourite colour was red but… such was the way things went.

Blaise’s first stop was Flourish and Blotts where he had no aim in particular. All he was really looking for was something to occupy his spare time over the holidays. The bell on the door tinkled as Blaise walked in and turned to his right. Over on the wall he saw a rather large red book with a silver dragon on the front. He picked it up and turned it over to read the back cover.

[Pansy Parkinson S7]

“Pansy! Did you get your cousin her present yet!?” Came a shrill voice from the lower levels of the Parkinson Estate. At first Pansy simply ignored it and kept on bossing Fima her house elf about in her room. “Change those curtain to a dark maroon color, make my sheets emerald green, no that’s horrible make them darker...” When a knocking came from her door, “Pansy!” Her mother’s voice shrieked and the doorknob appeared to giggle as if someone were trying to open it. Then a clicking noise and the door slowly swung open. “Pansy! Don’t you dare lock the door on me! Who do you think you are!? Just you wait until your father returns from his business trip! Fima! Out now! I asked you to do one thing on your holidays so far and you haven’t done it! Go get your cousin a present! You’ve only got two days left!”

Pansy rolled her eyes while her mother lectured her and she pointed to the bed sheets but Fima seemed to not be sure as to whom she ought to listen to, Pansy’s colored sheet request or her mother’s order to get out. In the end the elf simply stood there shivering and watching the exchange. “Whatever, I don’t care! I don’t even know that stupid little witch!” Pansy yelled back to her mother with a roll of her eyes. “It doesn’t matter! She’s family and you best get her a present! My sister says she quite enjoys reading books so why don’t you go get her something interesting, not a dictionary like you gave her on her birthday!” Pansy sighed in disgust and flopped down on her soft chair with arms crossed, “Why!? She doesn’t even speak English so why should I get her a book that she can’t read? If anything I should get that fat cow a box of candy, or course she’s probably got enough of those as it is.” “Just go get a present! And for the last time she’s NOT fat! You just seem to think anyone who’s bigger than you is fat!” With that her mother slammed the door and left Pansy and Fima in the room in silence.

After several minutes of sulking, Pansy got up and snatched her wand from the dresser and threw on a large fur coat over her light silk green robes. “Fima! I want these colors fixed when I get back!” Pansy then stepped to her bedroom fireplace and grabbed a liberal amount of Flo Powder, far more than needed and threw it into the fireplace creating an enormous green flame, stepping into it she said “Leaky Cauldron!” And was gone in a flash.

The Cauldron was fairly busy and there was a large line at the exit of people being checked by security before they entered the alley. Pansy had no time for such nonsense so she found a couple of younger students who were apparently alone and she pushed past them near the front of the line, drawing a few complaints but Pansy simply ignored them all.

Once inside the alley Pansy made a detour to the fashionable robe shop that had been rebuilt but appeared to be the exact same on the inside, “they could have made this place look nicer, maybe put up high class signs, anything to keep the mudbloods out of this area” Pansy said to herself mainly but also loud enough for those around her to hear. The shop itself was of very high class and the price tags alone were enough to keep most out who couldn’t afford. Walking into the shop Pansy wasted no time as she instantly found an emerald green dress she wanted, and then a dark red robe that she thought would look very good on her. “Those two over there” Pansy said pointing to them as she caught the attention of a worker, “I want those two, you have my size, bill my mother, send them to my Estate.” She then walked out of the store while the worker busily began to place the order. Back outside, Pansy felt much better now that she had spent nearly 130 Galleons, so she made her way over to Flourish and Blotts.

The bookstore was not one that Pansy frequented often, in fact she’d only been in the shop once, and that was when she was following a stupid little Gryffindork to further torment the girl. The inside was stuffy, and full of books and hushed voices. Looking around she had no idea where to start, what would a fat cow want to read anyway? Perhaps a dieting book or a “how to speak English” book. As she stood at the entrance, off to her right she noticed a familiar person. Walking over to him Pansy smirked, “Zabini! What are you doing here?” She asked as she picked up a random black book that was titled “15th Century Dwarven History.”

[susanbones]

Susan yawned. Christmas shopping literally took every bit of energy out of her. Of course, this was going to be a rough Christmas. This was going to be the first Christmas without her Aunt Amelia. As she had wandered down the streets of the newly renovated Diagon Alley, she couldn't help but wonder where it had happened. It was not big secret that her Aunt had died in the attack, but she still wanted to know who and where. Susan had always been very close to her Aunt, and to have her now missing from her life at the most wonderful time of the year was almost unbearable. She could hear mother crying in the study last night. Apparently, without even realizing it, her mother had bought her now dead Aunt a Christmas present.

Carrying her heavy bags, she entered Florish and Blotts. The store looked as good as it ever did. You couldn't even tell it had been demolished during the attack. New books with uncracked bindings were stacked to the ceiling, and sales witches were busily restocking the inventory. Before, the shop had been covered by a fine layer of dust, but now, it looked spick and span. Walking down an aisle full of books that were marked as the History section, she quickly discovered a book on Muggle History for her father. Even though her dad was a wizard, muggle history fascinated him because it had greatly effected their world. Opening the book and flipping through the fine pages, she looked up long enough to see two Slytherins talking at the end of the row. Susan had never understood how a cow like Pansy Parkinson could attract such good looking guys, but there she was, talking to a guy she knew only as Blaise. Rumor had it, that his mother was some extraordinarily good looking witch, and it was very apparent that her good genes had gone to her son. For a moment, it looked as if he had looked straight at her. Blushing madly, Susan put her nose back into her book.

[blaise]

Blaise replaced the red leather bound book back on the shelf as he heard a familiar voice snap at him. “Pansy, darling. I happen to be looking at books, Dear. You know these things with the papers and the markings in them.” He said picking up a book at random, “These are called books. Most people can comprehend these markings and they represent the words that create our language. These books translate information and stories from one person to another. And just what is a lovely young woman like yourself doing in this shop Pansy? I cannot remember ever seeing you in a bookstore before.” Blaise said to her with a grin. He wasn’t sure what type of rebuke to expect from Pansy about his book comment. Although he did follow it up with a complement. Followed by another insinuation that he couldn’t read…

((Sorry it’s so short Pansy May fix it later but for now… Just sorry ))