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This is about Blaise's vacation with his mother in Italy. They would originally be speaking Italian but I do not know any so let's pretend.
"What can I get for you?"
I looked up at the waitress, a pretty girl, she had dark golden-brown hair that curled slightly at the tips it was parted in the middle and was shoulder length. She had an even tan and captivating steel like eyes.
"I'll have pizza margherita and a glass of corvine would be lovely dear." My mother said, handing her the menu."
She nodded at me
"the same" I said, leaning over to get a better look at her. I pushed my menu away, "your name?"
"Enchante" She replied
I handed her the menu, "You are enchanted."
"Like I haven't heard that one before." She smiled and then left to put our order in.
"Do not talk to the commoners." My mother ordered. "Why are Zambini, we do not court simple servers."
"Yes Mother."
"We are here to meet my new boyfriend, Vito Russo. You are to be nice." She took a sip of water and looked above at the weaving grape vines."
"Here are your wines. Your pizzas are being made."
"What is your last name?" I asked quickly, there were no way such a beautiful girl could be just a waitress."
"Miretti." She responded
"Antonio's daughter?" My mother perked up and so did I.
"Yes." She responded, "I have to go, I have other customers."
"Interesting." My mother said, I wonder what she is doing here.
"You know her father."
"An old friend." My mother began to explain. "The last name Miretti holds high regards in Muggle and Magical Italy. They are known for the riches. I wonder why his daughter would be working as a waitress."
"Maybe we should visit him."
"Maybe, it has been such a long time."
"Your pizzas." She responded, "Mrs. Zambini, my father would be honor to have you over for dinner."
"Why are you a waitress?" I asked
"It is a great way to meet the elite. Not everyone can enter Il giardino dell'Eden. The people over there that I have been serving are a part of the old royal family that ruled before the Ministry became. Are you going to except the offer?"
"Let me think about." My mother smiled sweetly at the girl.
I turned to my wine, swishing it around before taking a sip.
"She would make a very good match for you." My mother observed.
"I wasn't looking for a wife, just a quick shag." I rolled my eyes
"Blaise! I did not raise you to be like this." She snapped, "I want the best for you and I believe courting Enchante while we are still here would be wonderful."
"I'm not that interested. Besides I hate long distance relationships." I watch as she moved to her other customers.
My mother rolled her eyes and opened up Il Mercury, there news.
I took out an unopened letter from Naomi. I got it a day ago and I still don't know why I haven't thrown it in the fire.
I looked up at my mother but she too busy reading to be bothered with me.
I opened the letter gently.
Blaise,
First, I must say I am so sorry for hitting you. I just thought we were going to be together after we did that. I was surprise that you didn't want me.
I mean, I don't get it, we flirt, we cuddle, we made out, although out the year and then the last day I finally gave myself to you and I…I just thought we would be together.
Please explain.
Enough about that, I am in China visiting my grandparents for the Summer but I heard there is to be a party at Sam's mansion right before we go back to school. She doesn't know yet but it would be nice if you would come.
Well…
Until we see each other again.
Naomi
I rolled my eyes. Yes, we flirted, we cuddle, we made out but that doesn't mean anything to me. She is beautiful and a wonderful shag but she is too model pureblood perfect and I don't want that. I want someone who will keep me on my twos. Even though I must admit I didn't think she would slap me that hard.
"Your pizzas." I snapped out of my thoughts to see Enchante, now she would keep me on my toes. "Do you have an answer to my invite?"
"Yes, we would love to join you and your family."
"Wonderful." She turned me to me. "I guess I'll see you there…"
"Blaise." I said
"Blaise." She said smoothly. "Enjoy your meal."
She walked away.
Draco would be very interested in this girl. She is a beauty and as Miretti she would be welcome in our class back home.
My mother and I ate our food in silence as I watch her run and bring out food for other people. I started to know some familiar faces, I've seen them in the news and heard them speak on the radio.
"Grazie" My mother and I left.
"I guess that changes our plans." My mother said, looking at her little planner.
"Dinner with Antonio is such a good offer that I simply cannot refuse but Vito will be displeased if I do not have dinner with him. Hmmmm."
"Just tell Mr. Russo that some business came up." I said with a wave of my arm.
Mother smiled and looked pleased. "Business, I've used that excuse before but what will happen if I use it again. Vito is captivated by me."
She brought out her wand and with a flick a note was being written behind us and an owl came to get it.
"I hope he responds soon." She said to herself.
We walk in silent down the alleyways. I don't understand why my mother still does this. I feel bad for Vito. He isn't a bad guy. A normal half-blood man, earns his money by hard work. Not attractive but my mother doesn't care, as long as he has money she will marry him then kill him off.
I hate it. She always tells me I need to court more women, get out there, but I don't want to end up like her, money hungry without someone to love.
"Enchante is your type." Mother broke through the silence.
"I highly doubt you know my type." I curtly responded.
"I do." She said, ignoring my tone. "You like beautiful girls with dark long hair, the blondes are not your thing. You like small petite girls that have a little curves but not much. You also like women to be a bit of a spitfire. You like to be kept on your toes, like your father."
She hardly ever speaks of him. I know he was rich, pureblood from Niger. He died of a freak accident that Mother didn't cause surprisingly. If I had to bet, he was the only person who loved her and who she loved back.
"So you do know but that doesn't mean she is like that."
"If she is anything like her mother then she is perfect for you."
We saw an owl hoot happily over to us, dropping a letter into my mother's waiting hand.
She opened it and smiled.
"Good, he doesn't mind, we will just spend all day with him tomorrow." She turned to me, "He cannot wait to meet you."
"How nice."
"Please Blaise, try to be happy for me. I might have found love."
I rolled my eyes but didn't say anything. I don't like to admit it but my mother is a sick twisted but cunning lady. She was in Slytherin, a perfect and then Head Girl in her year.
My mother apparated us to their front door at 7 o' clock sharp. If there is one thing my mother was good at, it was always being on time.
"Antonio!" She cried, walking up the stairs to great the man who was standing in the door way. "How is Fabiana?" She looked over his shoulder.
"She is wonderful, thank you!" He laughed, "She is just making sure the house elves don't mess up."
"That women, she still doesn't trust them after all this time?"
"No, we have many that she has to take care of and she is worried about the food. We know how picky you are about what you put in your mouth."
My mother laughed and then turned to me, I was still standing there waiting to be introduced.
"Where are my manners!" My mother laughed again, "My son, Blaise."
"Enchante's age?" He asked, looking me up and down.
"Yes." My mother then whispered something in his ear.
"Actually that is what we will be discussing at dinner." He turned around.
"Enchante, please welcome Mr. Blaise Zambini in our home."
"Father." She responded before walking down to greet me.
She was wearing a beautiful dress made out of silk. It was a deep purple, simple cut with a black belt to make her curves more noticeable.
"Nice to see you again Blaise." She said
I offered my arm. "Enchante"
"Raphael!" She called quickly, pulling me so we walked faster
"Who is Raphael?" I asked
"My older brother." She responded. "But don't worry he won't hurt you."
"I am so scared." I rolled my eyes as a young man walked down the stairs. He was wearing a dark purple dress shirt with black pants and formal shoes.
"You must be Blaise."
I shook his hand, he was very firm.
"Yes."
I could tell Raphael was sizing me up but it didn't matter.
"Where do you go to school?" I asked
"Conservatorio di Ecate della Stregoneria" He answered, "I am starting my last year."
"Hecate's Conservatory of Sorcery" I mused, "A small private school in the crossroads of Olympian and Titan."
"Yes. I see you have done your homework."
"Of course." I turned to Enchante "You go there as well."
"If you have done your homework you would know that I don't." She responded
"You go to Athena's Temple of the Magical Arts." I responded. "it's an all-girl school in Athens Greece. Why so far?"
She shrugged "Just wanted to be different."
"Why not go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic?" I asked her
"Mother is not found of public schools like your Hogwarts." Raphael replied, "She doesn't like mixing with half-bloods or mudbloods."
"Why not stay in Italy?" Enchante asked
"My mother went to Hogwarts, she thought it would be wrong for me to not go." I replied, "I don't know much about your secrets but we have four houses at Hogwarts and our house consists of purebloods only."
"Interesting." Enchante mused before turning to see her mother walk over to us.
"Raphael, Enchante!" She called, "Come time to eat."
We walked over. Her mother had golden blonde hair that was pin up, Enchante had her mother's structure and eyes but not hair. She also wore deep purple and looked very regal as she sat across from Antonio.
"Children." He nodded as we took our seats.
I was seated directly in front of Enchante who sat next to her bother.
Antonio's wife clapped her hands as house elves began to pop bringing us our first course.
"It smells simply divine." My mother commented looking at the soup.
"it is Avgolemono. A greek soup, I thought you would be bored of Italian." She turned to her husband.
"O, yes." He got our attention. "Isabella. I know that you have not spoken to young Mr. Zambini about this so let's start from the beginning.
Mother turned to me, "Blaise, as you know your father was the youngest son of the Zambinis and his wife, a Nigerian. I met him while visiting in Roma, It was my last year and I was here on Hogwarts usual exchange program."
"Yes." I said
"Well, Fabiana was the student and friend who housed while I was here." Mother paused, "We joked about our children getting married."
Enchante coughed loudly on wine. We paused looking at her. I couldn't help but raise my eyes; I could hardly believe a good purebred daughter would behave this way.
"Are you alright?" I asked
She ignored me, regaining her voice, turned to her parents and shouted, "You can't be serious!"
"Enchante!" Her mother said, "Please don't be like this."
"No, no, no, no!" Enchante got up.
"Sit down." Her father said sternly.
"Father, you can't." But she sat down, looking defeated. "We hardly know this people…and we are not even old enough."
"Please Isabella, continue."
"As I was saying, we joked about our children getting married, of course you beat me, getting married to Antonio and having a child soon after." My mother gave a warm smile at Raphael. "Awhile after I had Blaise and you had Enchante. Fabiana and I talked about getting you two together but Enchante, being wild like your mother decided to go to Athena's Temple of the Magical Arts, a wonderful school and Blaise started Hogwarts."
Fabiana took the stage. "Daughter, I know this is a lot to take in but please be calm. When you decided to apply to Athena's Temple without telling us, signing a bond it them if you got in you would go for a year. You have to reapply every year. Now, first Isabella and I agreed that Blaise could transfer to Hecate's Conservatory of Sorcery but as we both know you are not there. We thought maybe you could transfer this year to Hecate's Conservatory and Blaise could join you."
"But, with Blaise as a rising star in United Kingdom elite group of pureblood offspring, including the famous Malfoy family, we decided that you are to transfer to Hogwarts." Her father finished.
"No." She said, this time getting up.
"Excuse me." Her mother looked embaressed by the way she was acting.
"I'm not leaving my friends." Enchante said, "Athena's Temple is Nonnina's school. I never got to see her when I was little and I really love seeing her every day in the hallways and the dining hall."
"I know you have a strong connection with her but I feel this will be the best." Fabiana said, "You will be with Malfoy, Greyson, and you will be with a Sterling"
"I don't care." She replied, getting reading to leave.
"If I may make a suggestion." I cut in.
Antonio nodded
"Enchante, I believe you should sit and listen to this."
Her eyes narrowed but she sat down.
"I believe we are far too young to be engage, I believe talk for it is appropriate but let's not get carried away, if we do get married, and I move to Italy to be here, I will not have the same advantages, if Enchante moves to England with me, the same problem. We could transfer but it very uncommon and we just met today, I am sure your daughter is a jewel but we might not get along. I feel like we should make ourselves known to the public that our families our thinking of bonding each other."
"How would we do that?" Fabiana asked
"My friend, Draco Malfoy is having a get together right before school starts. If Enchante came on my arm it will show our interests."
"and since I am a ball to celebrate my engagement, Blaise can join us." Raphael said.
"Perfect!" Fabiana said, she turned to her daughter, "Does that make you happy?"
"Yes, mother." She said to sweetly. Enchante went back to picking at her food.
We ate in mostly silence after that, every once in a while, her parents will try to get her to talk to me but she would just answer curtly and glare at me from her long lashes.
After supper, Enchant, Raphael and I went to her gardens to chat while our parents talked.
"That was a good idea." Raphael said, when we got out of earshot. "I was afraid father might whip out his wand…"
"I can handle any pain." Enchante snapped, tugging at her hair. She was beside Raphael, and had refused my arm.
"Curcio is not a fun spell to be under for anyone." Raphael reminded her.
She cringes but said nothing else about it. "So Blaise, this party at Malfoy's house…"
"Draco is taken." I laughed, if she was trying to get me jealous, she is doing an awful job.
"O, I just heard that the Malfoy's son is extremely good looking." Enchante tried again. "I have a friend who's cousin is in England and she swears that is all her cousin talks about. She is in your grade at Hogwarts, her name is Pansy Parkinson."
I almost chocked on my wand. "Ah, Pansy, yes I know her."
"Are you not friends?"
"We are in the same close group but no, not friends, she is not dating Draco either."
"Then who is?"
"Alice Sterling." I replied
Raphael said "I've heard her, the Sterling incident ran all the major headlines for weeks. I never knew they had a daughter."
"Yes, they do." I said, "She is extremely charming, a burst of fire."
"I bet you would snatch her away if you could."
"Of course. She even dating the ever so famous Harry Potter."
"She sounds like slut who likes the rich and famous." Enchante said, I could make out a hitn of jealousy. I smirked at it.
"I wouldn't say that, she has no flaws except for maybe being too nice, she is beautiful in a whole other level. I always thought Maria Greyson was a beauty and she is but not like Miss. Sterling."
"Raphael, please leave us to chat." Enchante said, Raphael nodded before going off to the fountains.
"I know what you are doing." She said, "Trying to make me jealous."
"It is working."
"There is a high chance I will be married to you," She explained "I rather not being kissing thousands of girls on my wedding day."
"Who said anything about kissing?" I asked, before stepping closer to her.
"Well, I just mean…"
I took lifted her chin so I could look into her eyes. I couldn't help but compare her eyes to Naomi. I know I shouldn't be but they were just so different.
We stayed like this for a while before she blinked and her eyes harden.
"You are thinking of someone else."
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