for @quidditchleaguenet‘s september event - wizarding families - the Zabinis
As a woman with a whole wide web of connections, there were a lot of people in Gabriella Zabini’s life. She analyzed them, categorized them neatly into different types, depending on their area of usefulness. Some were high positioned and influential individuals in the Ministry, or some other industry (ex. fashion, journalism, potions) Some weren’t as well known or famous, but were useful regardless, and could help her obtain things she wanted.
Different types required different tactics, different approaches, different blackmail materials and different temptations. She’d always been good with this.
She’d learned early in life to not care about people personally. To her, it would only cloud her decisions, it would bring unnecessary worries, it would hinder her own plans. People were build up with calculations and analysis, and emotional bonds were only what happened between other people that could be used.
There had only always been one exception.
For all she never cared about other people, her son was a complete different matter.
She loved him, more than she’d ever loved any of her husbands. She’d protect him, she’d risked herself for him if needed.
Perhaps it was because he was her son after all, and inherited more than a bit of her beauty, her brains, and her personality. Or perhaps he learnt firsthand from her actions. She felt that his phase of innocence and naivety passed faster than it did with other children, as he quickly grew into the sharp-minded, sometimes overly mature adolescent in front of her. She was proud of his maturity and intelligence, though sometimes a part of her had always wished that he could stayed young and innocent and sheltered a little longer. Because she knew how dark the world could get out there.
“I’ll stay safe, mother, don’t worry,“ he said, perceptive as always, realizing her worries even when she didn’t say anything. He gave her a crooked grin, “After all, I learnt from the best.“
Sometimes, she wished she could shelter him forever. To protect him from the darkness of the world. And maybe with her wide connections, she might even succeed if she put her mind to it.
But she knew it wouldn’t be fair for him, as she looked into his eyes and realized that for him, liked for her, to be sheltered meant to be caged. Safe but boring and ultimately unsatisfying. Their kind weren’t meant to be caged birds, but rather spiders, gradually building up a web of connection, a web of schemes, a web of traps for enemies but would never trap themselves in it.
He enjoyed luxury and favors from people, yes, but he didn’t wanted them all to be handed to him by her. Because he enjoyed the plotting for those too, enjoyed the thrill of risks and manipulation of the process in gaining those.
Because ultimately, Blaise Zabini was her son, and they were more alike than different in so many ways, and she understood him, like she understood herself. She couldn’t protect him forever, but she didn’t need to, and she had faith in him.
People like them always found a way to land on their feet, usually not just safely, but also comfortably as well.