This turned out way different from what I imagined. The numbers on the top gives some sort of order to the story.
Written for the Magical & Mundane Literature class.
WC: 1216
Extra prompts: (character) Blaise Zabini
(Scenario) Being in a coma
(Action) Asking for Help
vi.
He holds her hand as he watches her body – and mind – losing its war against death.
Thinking back, he is the one to blame, really.
He never did a damn thing to help anyone around him, so he is not surprised to learn that karma is a thing, and it is a bitch.
He just wishes that he'd discovered that sooner rather than later.
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ii.
He watches, with half-lidded eyes, the commotion in front of him.
Apparently, one of the students - from his house, of course – sent a another student to the infirmary. They were battling and one of them delivered a nasty spell that left the girl (Ravenclaw?) with his body full of blisters.
He saw the whole ordeal but, as expected, didn't do anything to stop it.
The Zabinis are not known for helping others in need of assistance so he doesn't know why everyone is looking at him like he should've done something back there.
After sixteen years of minding his own business, he is not going to change that now.
(As he thinks about it, he is the living proof that one doesn't necessarily learn from their mistakes.)
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v.
The Death Eaters came, along with Voldmort, and destroyed everything around him. He is not a fan of Muggle-borns, but it doesn't mean that he likes this mess that the others have left.
Now, according to the letter in front of him, if he decides to return to Hogwarts he will have to, along with the others who decide to return as well, help reconstruct the school.
He rolls his eyes at the letter because really.
He is not going to lift a damn finger to do anything about it.
(When he arrives at the platform, he dismiss the way the others are looking at him because c'mon.)
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i.
He thinks that his mother is the one at fault. Or maybe his Father. His absent, piece of shit, so called Father.
When he was little, he remembers how he used to scream "Dad, Daddy!" all over the place, hoping that, by some miracle, he would appear in front of him, telling him that it'd all be okay, that he didn't have to worry about a thing.
But it never happened and, as usual, he was left alone with his thoughts and tears.
"Man up, boy", his Mother used to tell him, "He left us to fend for ourselves, so I need you to stop crying. I need you to learn that we can count with anyone but ourselves. Do you understand?"
Oh, how he understood her lesson.
Not only he understood it loud and clear but he also made sure that others learned it too.
(Even if they didn't want it. Or ask it, as he thinks about it.)
He tried to be a better person. He did.
But every time he saw the way Lucius looked at Draco, with nothing but pride on his eyes, or how Theo's father was always there for him, he saw red and decided that, if no one was there to help him, he was not going to help anyone.
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iii.
"You know, Zabini, one day you are going to regret it."
He just looked at his female companion as she throws her hands in the air, cursing the living shit out of him.
"You just can't expect to walk through life with not a care in the world. Even I have to admit that we need others, so how come you can't do the same?"
"It's really simple, actually," He adjusts the collar of his shirt and throws a dismissive glance towards the brunette, "I just have to stay out of everyone's way and mind my own business. If I don't do anything that requires someone else's help, I'll never have to ask it."
Pansy just looks at him with an unreadable emotion on her face, "That's a sad way of living."
He shrugs because it's the only way that he knows how to.
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iv.
Everyone watches as Draco storms into the Dungeons, cursing the fucking Potter kid.
"What did he do this time?" Adrian asks, not once taking his eyes of the chess game in front of him. Nott is a damn good player and he just needs one slip to win the game.
(He finds it ironic that the Slytherins love to pay the muggle version of the game. He's not going to point that out though.)
"What he always does!"
As he starts to complain about how he's being punished just because he tried to prank the other boy, Theo makes his move, saying, "Draco is the living proof that karma does exist, don't you think? Check mate."
Adrian groans as he tries to understand what happened.
"I don't believe in karma", Blaise says with an even tone.
Theo pats his shoulder before leaving. "You should. It's going to catch up with you, someday."
He just closes his eyes, hoping to take a nap before they have to leave for class.
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vii.
"Let me guess," He hears the door closing behind her "You asked for her help and she didn't do a damn thing about it."
He raises one eyebrow at her to indicate that he is listening.
"I'm not here to punish you, Blaise." She sits at the couch on the corner of the room "I'm just here as a friend."
He nods, squeezing the hand of his Mother even tighter.
"I've asked for her help, you know." He says to no one in particular, even though he knows that the brunette is listening "I said that my Mother is dying and she that that's just life running its course. She didn't even stop to look at her. She has been in a coma for Merlin knows how long so what's the big deal, you know."
"What did you expect? That she came running to your aid just because you said please?" The woman scoffed at him, opening her purse to take a magazine out of it "That's not how the universe works, Blaise."
"You know I don't believe in karma, Pansy."
"Well, you should." She licks her lips before turning the page "Just because you don't believe it, it doesn't mean that it does not exist. Just like Draco, you are a living proof of it."
"But I've never do— I've never cared enough to do a thing about anyone."
"Can't you see that that's the point?"
Without arguing, he just looks at his Mother again "So now is the time that I have some sort of epiphany and learn from my mistakes and such?"
"Hell, do you think I know?" She doesn't raise her eyes from the magazine "I'm just stating the facts."
"That's why you're here? To point out how I've been a jerk my whole life?"
"No. Like I said, I'm here as a friend."
He huffs, not letting go of his Mother's hand, "Yeah, well, I don't need a friend."
"Too bad. The principle is the same here. Just because you don't need one, doesn't mean I won't be one for you."
She smirks at him and he thinks, as he listens to the steady beat of his Mother's heart, that if karma is a thing, that he must have done something right to deserve having someone like her by his side.