Chapter 1: Would you like a wife with your gelato?
Blaise sighed as he walked into his elaborate manor and caught sight of the one person that he had been avoiding all summer. The woman was clad in the most expensive and fashionable attire that money could buy, her midnight black hair put in an up-style hair do which made her sharp and beautiful facial features even more pronounced.
As she walked towards him, arms extended, she smiled, and said in an all too sweet tone of voice, "Blaise, darling, I'm so glad you could make it tonight for dinner. It had been so hard to reach you at work and it almost seems as if you've been avoiding me…"
Blaise kept his face emotionless but couldn't help but put a slight harshness in his voice when he said, "Now why would I do that, mother?" She chose to ignore the comment as she smiled and continued, "Charlie is waiting in the dining hall for us so please let's join him for a meal that will probably be most unsatisfactory as I have just fired the cook and I had to depend on our despicable house-elves."
Blaise nodded acceptingly now that he was here there was no way to escape from his mother or current step-father. It took a while for them to actually reach the dining room as the manor was so big with many marble staircases, hallways that could lead you to places you would never have guessed, and secret rooms discovered mostly accidentally. To Blaise's utmost relief dinner went quite well, that is until dessert…
Just as Blaise was about to finish off his strawberry flavored gelato and retreat to the comforts of his bedroom his mother said the one thing that he had been dreading all evening, "Darling, do you remember the subject we had been discussing the last time you were here?"
Blaise stared down at his gelato willing his mother's words to go away. The truth was that he remembered what they had been discussing-no more like arguing about last time he had seen his mother. That had been the reason for avoiding her these past months. "No mother, I don't recall the subject you are referring to." He answered in an innocent tone that fooled no one.
His mother's eyes narrowed dangerously as he glanced up at her and her faux smile dropped a little. But as she spoke, she still had the annoying false sweetness to her voice.
"Really" she said her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I would have thought you would have remembered." She paused and smiled devilishly which made her current husband wince slightly, "After all you seemed quite upset from that conversation."
"We were both quite upset after that conversation so it is better left alone, don't you think?" He said looking at Charlie, who stared resolutely at one of the paintings on the wall deciding that it was safer for him to keep himself out of the conversation.
"Ahhh, so you do remember what we had talked a bout?" her smile returned wider than it had been previously.
Blaise sighed, he was not in the mood for a battle of wits with his own mother, "Yes mother, I recall us talking about something on my last visit."
'And, have you thought on my request?" she asked her eyes looking straight into his daring me to give her an answer that she didn't want.
"It seemed more like a demand to me." He replied icily and with a sneer.
"Blaise Antonio Zabini! Don't you dare talk to your mother like that! I gave birth to you, do you have no respect?" On and on she went, ranting about all the things she had done for him, all 22 years of his pure-blood life. There was only one way to stop this and he knew how, just feared the consequences of it. Aw, Screw it.
"Mother!" Blaise exclaimed loudly startling her mother who was used to longer ranting time then very slowly he continued, "I will find someone."
His mother opened her mouth to speak but he interrupted her, "On one condition: I get to choose my own wife."
She smiled slightly. The look of shook slowly coming off her face, "As long as she is a pure-blood there will be no problems coming from me." Can you ever please her?