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Chapter 7
Studying Dumbledore's cluttered yet tidy office, Blaise came to the realization he was not in trouble. Having Draco as your best friend meant he had been here countless if times, both for marvelous slytherin achievements and naughty crimes against fellow Hogwarts attendees. He now knew the signs to predict what he was in for before Dumbledore even spoke. For one thing, if there was fresh licorice in the pan, it was a good sign. Old Albus got the munchies before a big interrogation was underway. Also if Dumbledore was early it was bad news. Blaise smirked when he observed the licorice pan filled and the absence of the grey man. He slinked back in his seat and closed his eyes. He pondered what a fool he had made of himself before Luna. Blaise didn't cry, tears were never an option. He didn't cry at the death of his own bloody father, of course the old bastard never bothered to make much of an impression other than the early morning sluts he shooed away before Blaises mother awoke, but never missed Blaises gaze through his bedroom window as they hobbles down there long stone driveway to hail a taxi. Blaise scoffed at the memory of all the different bleach blonde witches his father collected, and how he realized at such a young age that love must not exist. Now his thoughts drifted towards the blonde witch that had all but seemed to crack his rough exterior. After their embrace in the hospital, Madame Pomfrey had scurried in and shooed him away before he could get a single word in to Luna. Of course it was quite the blessing, for shame and confusion had overwhelmed him after she had wiped his foreign tears away. Blaise was also ordered to Dumbledore's office after he finished diner, He avoided the great hall, for he knew gossip had already spread, and instead tried his luck at a food spell, which worked remarkably well. After he finished up in his room, he had made his way to Dumbledore's office. He sauntered in with indifference that could only come from Blaise, though he knew not what awaited him. Blaise was unnerved about his recent feelings. His usual cool and painfully cold heart was feeling things that were not usually welcome. What is it about this one loony bitch that's got me all fired up he thought to himself. He internally cursed himself for calling Luna a bitch, and then once more cursed himself for caring. He heard someone inter the room, and Dumbledore came in to view with his usual dopey smile plastered across his wrinkled face.
" ahh Mr. Zabini! What a very, pleasurable encounter to meet you here. Licorice?" Dumbledore offered as he brushed past the pan nabbing a few for himself, and making his way to the front of his desk where he proceeded to sit down.
" I'll pass thank you, sir." Blaise said. Dumbledore nodded his head and popped a few pieces in his mouth all while studying Blaise very intently. With a gaze this intense, most young witches and wizards would grow nervous and squirm under it, but Blaise remained cool and returned the look dead in the old man's eyes. Dumbledore chuckled a bit, which caused Blaise to internally eye roll.
" Blaise, how have you been feeling lately" Dumbledore inquired in the way old people ask questions when they already know the answer.
" Fine, sir." Blaise replied curtly. He could feel this conversation already had a planned path and wished Dumblely Dore would just go ahead and take it so he could get out of here.
" Mr. Zabini, what happened in your potions class was impossible." Dumbledore said with a smile. "You see even a welled trained potion professional could not have calmed Miss Luna down or even reach her with words as you did." Blaise leaned forward, now interested with the course the conversation was taking. " You surely had me befuddled , so me and your professors did some heavy work to discover what could have gone on. We did in fact, find an answer, and I hate to say it Blaise, but your life is going to change. "
Blaise was of course taken aback by the bold statement, but regained himself.
" Sir? Im sorry I don't quite follow." He said clearly annoyed by Dumbledore's tendency to speak in riddles.
" Blaise are you familiar with the term Veela?" Dumbledore said getting more and more excited with every word he spoke.
"Yeah" he said "there women with extreme powers of seduction, who can make any man fall in love with them, they sprout wings when there angry and they choose mates for life correct? There's a long line of them in the Zabini family tree. "
"Correct Mr. Zabini, though a few things you have wrong. The Veela does mate for life, and when it finds it mate it becomes completely infatuated with them for life, all it lives for is that person, it lives only for their love, and to love it. The Veela does not choose its mate; that is done by higher powers. If the mate does not let the Veela mate with it for life with the Veela ritual, the Veela will die. Very romantic indeed. Also Mr. Zabini, Veelas were originally only female, but through time have had male offspring which have shown their mothers powers. The Veela is awoken on a witch or wizards 18th birthday, which I believe for you, was not more than a few days ago, 10:00 pm? I'm very pleased to tell you that you have inherited the gift, Mr. Zabini."
Blaises world froze, his heart all but stopped beating. He was calculating and mulling over the presented data. Then it hit him like a hard brick.
" luna" Blaise gasped aloud slapping a hand over his mouth.
Dumbledore nodded his head.
