Disclaimer: It's not mine, and I'm growing bored of repeating it.
Blaise Zabini - Holidays
He didn't believe in holidays. For him, they just didn't exist.
Every year, his mother would go away somewhere exotic with her current husband, and come back a few weeks later with a new one.
The old ones always died of heart attacks.
She would hand him an expensive present, not wrapped, because she didn't know how, and would plaster a big smile on her face.
Waiting.
For him to plaster an equally big smile on his face.
Smiles always left his muscles aching and sore.
His life was full of instability and holidaying men who died of heart attacks.
A/N: Woot! I mean... Huzzah! Ninety-seven more drabbles to go... Please REVIEW to make it worthwhile.
