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"Hello Professor," Blaise Zabini said with a smirk as he entered Snape's office and sat down opposite Snape. "And how is your day so far?"

"Excellent," Snape sneered dryly and shoved a set of pamphlets across the desk at Blaise. "Now Mr. Zabini, I feel that you should take a look at a few of these. With your potions and charms marks, I feel you'd be excellent at…"

"Oh, I already know what I want to be Professor…"

Snape shuddered at the déjà vu he was currently experiencing.

"…I want to be a rapper," Blaise finished matter-of-factly and pushed the pamphlets back at Snape. "I originally wanted to be a rockstar, but honestly, I just don't think girls like the skeletal look anymore."

"Now Mr. Zabini, let's look at our real options shall we?" Snape placed his index finger on the pamphlets and pushed them back to Blaises side of the desk.

"I'm sorry Professor," Blaise said with a tight smile as he also placed his index finger on the pamphlets and pushed them back at Snape, "but I already know what I want to be."

"And I'm sorry Mr. Zabini, but rapper is just not in these pamphlets," Snape emphasized his sentence with a forceful shove at the pamphlets. "Please make another selection."

With a glare planted firmly on his face, Blaise plucked the offending pamphlets from the desk and began sorting through them. "Unspeakable, no," he threw the pamphlet behind him. "Auror… No-o," he sing-songed and threw that one too. "Healer," he threw this pamphlet as well. "I don't think so. Ministry official. Hmm… No."

Snape glared at Blaise.

"Look, Professor," Blaise ground out, "I already know what I want to be. I've already bought all the emerald green bandannas in Hogsmeade, cleaned out Malkin's furry Kappa hats, and bought a very large pair of jeans that I plan to wear around my perfectly sculpted arse."

By this time, Blaise Zabini was leaned over Snape's desk, practically growling at his Professor. Snape hadn't felt this threatened since, well, about twenty minutes ago when Draco Malfoy had announced, quite forcefully, that he wished to be Witch Weekly's Most Deliciously Delectable Wizard. But seeing the most calm and collected Slytherin he'd ever come across hunched over his desk about to claw his eyes out, was much scarier than anything young Mr. Malfoy could ever be.

My Gods, the boy's eyes had actually gone black with fury.

"Furthermore, I plan to become With Weekly's Most Deliciously Delectable Wizard at least four times in a row. And don't think I can't do it," Blaises eyes narrowed even farther. "Draco may be all glitz and glam, but the boy likes sparkles. Not that I myself don't indulge in a bathtub full of Sparkel Water every once in a while, but I don't think Witch Weekly would choose him if they knew just how extreme he takes his love of all things shiny."

Snape shuddered at the implications of what Mr. Zabini was saying.

"And if you don't stop trying to suppress my expression through hard-core beats and horrible cursing," Blaise slapped the desk with his palm, "I shall be forced to bust a cap in your arse. Do you understand me Professor?"

"Mr Zabini…"

"Do you understand?"

"I really think…" Snape cleared his throat. "I really think that you should look at the pamphlets. I feel that you would do quite well as the bad cop half of auroring…"

"Bust a cap!" Blaise screeched, his eyes wild.

Snape leapt back in his chair yelping, "What the hell does that even mean?"

"Well…" Blaise leaned back an inch or two, a confused look on his face. "Well I'm not exactly sure. But it's something bad. And it'll kill you… I think."

Thinking that he'd finally gained some ground on the younger Slytherin, Snape leaned forward, smoothing his robes as he did, and glared. "You don't even know what it means, do you?"

"Of course I do," Blaise glared. "Well I will. Just as soon as I consult the Ebonics Dictionary Pansy gave me for Christmas this year."

"You have a dictionary?" Snape chuckled. "One great rapper you'd be."

Well shit, the Zabini boy's eyes had gone black again.

"I'm the shizznit," Blaise whispered dangerously, and bent forward over Snape's desk again. "Don't make me get my crew on your arse. Big Fin is a master at exploding things and P. Parky, man she'll scratch your eyes out… Bitch."

"Did he just call me a bitch?" Snape muttered to himself and then yelped as Blaises hands met with his desk one more time.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes!"
"What am I gonna be when I grow up then?"

"A… A rapper?"

"You bet your arse Bitch," Blaise said, sending one last glare at Snape before turning and storming over to the door. Just before he pulled it closed, he leaned in, and, with a smile on his face, said quite pleasantly, "Thanks Snape. I appreciate your help."