Title: A New Species
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter
Summary: Hagrid discovers a new species of Boggart, one that enjoys imitating Hogwarts students.
Characters: Millicent, Blaise, Mary-sue Blaise
Author’s Notes: Why? Why do so many authors give Blaise a sex change and a makeover now that we know he’s a guy? Canon Blaise is hot!
A New Species
“Who the hell are you?”
The girl smiled, showing off her perfectly even, white teeth, and tossed the end of her strawberry blond braid over her shoulder. “Blaze Zambini. And you?”
Blaise Zabini looked at the girl’s clingy, black silk robes, sneering at the green snakes stitched along the seams. Completely impractical. Her three inch heels, shiny leather handbag, and diamond necklace and earrings were also instantly labeled as impractical. “What kind of moron dresses like a cheap hooker for Potions? Other than Pansy, I mean. Are you trying to give our house a bad reputation?”
The girl’s smile faltered, for just a second, and Blaise could briefly see the image of braces on the girl’s teeth. ‘Score!’
“This dress is the height of fashion, you ill bred twit,” the girl shot back, her hands shaking ever so slightly as she smoothed her dress over her chest in a weak attempt to distract him with her cleavage.
“I’ve seen better on Flobberworms,” Blaise said flatly, eyeing the girl’s chest with distaste. “I suggest you get yourself a set of Whipwitch unders. Moon swears by them.”
Blaise imagined he could hear the long squeak of air leaving as her chest deflated to something closer to training bra size when compared to the mountains from before, and her hair lost its sparkle as her elaborate braid unraveled. Even her golden honey eyes started to have hints of dull brown.
‘This is getting to be too easy,’ he thought with a silent, disappointed sigh. Behind him, Millicent snickered.
“I-”
Blaise didn’t give the girl time to recover. Leaning in to take a good look at her necklace, he sneered at her, adding distain to the disgust. “Is that glass? What are you, a Mudblood? You should know Slytherin doesn’t allow your kind to live long in our house. We killed a first year girl just last week when we found out what she was,” he said, having no trouble saying the lie with a straight face.
The girl sniffled and pushed her lanky blond hair out of her face. “I hate you,” she hissed.
“Did you know Potter’s a poof?” Blaise said casually, going in for the kill. “He broke up with the Weasel girl last week for the twin Weasels.”
The girl wailed. In a puff of black smoke, she disappeared, leaving behind her dress and heels. Blaise poked the puddle of silk with his shoe to make sure she was really gone. The one the week before had simply shrunk, and he had only found out later when he discovered a lump of black goo on the bottom of his shoe.
“What are those things?” he asked Millicent, after confirming the girl was no more.
“Hagrid thinks they’re a new type of Boggart.”
“Who the hell are you?”
The girl smiled, showing off her perfectly even, white teeth, and tossed the end of her strawberry blond braid over her shoulder. “Blaze Zambini. And you?”
Blaise Zabini looked at the girl’s clingy, black silk robes, sneering at the green snakes stitched along the seams. Completely impractical. Her three inch heels, shiny leather handbag, and diamond necklace and earrings were also instantly labeled as impractical. “What kind of moron dresses like a cheap hooker for Potions? Other than Pansy, I mean. Are you trying to give our house a bad reputation?”
The girl’s smile faltered, for just a second, and Blaise could briefly see the image of braces on the girl’s teeth. ‘Score!’
“This dress is the height of fashion, you ill bred twit,” the girl shot back, her hands shaking ever so slightly as she smoothed her dress over her chest in a weak attempt to distract him with her cleavage.
“I’ve seen better on Flobberworms,” Blaise said flatly, eyeing the girl’s chest with distaste. “I suggest you get yourself a set of Whipwitch unders. Moon swears by them.”
Blaise imagined he could hear the long squeak of air leaving as her chest deflated to something closer to training bra size when compared to the mountains from before, and her hair lost its sparkle as her elaborate braid unraveled. Even her golden honey eyes started to have hints of dull brown.
‘This is getting to be too easy,’ he thought with a silent, disappointed sigh. Behind him, Millicent snickered.
“I-”
Blaise didn’t give the girl time to recover. Leaning in to take a good look at her necklace, he sneered at her, adding distain to the disgust. “Is that glass? What are you, a Mudblood? You should know Slytherin doesn’t allow your kind to live long in our house. We killed a first year girl just last week when we found out what she was,” he said, having no trouble saying the lie with a straight face.
The girl sniffled and pushed her lanky blond hair out of her face. “I hate you,” she hissed.
“Did you know Potter’s a poof?” Blaise said casually, going in for the kill. “He broke up with the Weasel girl last week for the twin Weasels.”
The girl wailed. In a puff of black smoke, she disappeared, leaving behind her dress and heels. Blaise poked the puddle of silk with his shoe to make sure she was really gone. The one the week before had simply shrunk, and he had only found out later when he discovered a lump of black goo on the bottom of his shoe.
“What are those things?” he asked Millicent, after confirming the girl was no more.
“Hagrid thinks they’re a new type of Boggart.”
Tags: fic react, gen, hp, one shot