dorcas wasnât usually the one SEARCHING. instead, sheâd get the message and, more often than not, agree, mindlessly showing up for some entertainment - yet there she was, teasing smirk on her lips, a bottle of something definitely not as nice as what the other could buy in her hand. âiâm bored.â
beth was surprised to see the other, but not necessarily in a bad way. she returned dorcasâ smirk with a playful grin, eyeing the bottle for a moment and quirking up an eyebrow. âand waht am i supposed to do about that?,â she asked, humming a little in thought afterwards.Â
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  â the only thing you can learn from me and my endeavours is what not to do. â another sip of her wine as she continues laughing. reminiscing about adventures during hogwarts, and current liaisons. â i always fall only to then find myself restless and around that time something handsome passes by and⌠oops. â to make her point she takes another sip. red liquid disappearing quickly. â out of the two of us, you always had more control than i did ââ do. â
 she giggles in her glass before finishing it. âi wonât disagree with you on that.â she grabs the bottle of cider and refills her glass, before raising her eyebrows and looking back up at marlene. she raises the bottle of red wine, ârefill?â she shakes her head, then. âthe thing with boys is that theyâre quite frankly all a waste of time. the only time you should spend on them is time spent having fun or achieving something. put that on a pillow and remember it.â
     In eighteen years, Elizabeth Zabini marries and murders SEVEN husbands. Hereâs what they have in common: theyâre all rich and theyâre all stupid and she loves not one of them. The only man she loves is her son, and her love for him is perhaps the only pure thing about her.
    TWO ----- the soldier. ( november 1980 -- october 1981 )
She marries her second husband one and a half years after her first one died. Heâs around her age, charming and funny, and his arm bears a Dark Mark. He loves her, she knows this, and she pretends to love him, pretends to be so head over heels with her that she squeals and giggles when he picks her up and spins her around. He buys her pretty dresses and tickets to classical concerts and is a gentleman, in every sense of the word, but somehow understands her darkness too.
They marry in the fall, dark brown leaves sticking to her white dress, the smell of rain filling the air around them. He tells her how they healed each other in his vows, how they had both lost things to the war ( he his sister, she her first husband ) and she talks of how she finally feels at rest now that heâs on her side. Her words are sweet lies, but they could have been true, had she been someone else, had he been someone else.
Blaise calls him dad, and thatâs when she starts brewing her next poison. This man would not be her sonâs father.
He dies during the height of the war, during battle, and ends up in the newspapers, pictures of his head flashing with the words DEATH EATER FOUND DEAD under him. She supposes the Order claims the responsibility for his death and grins a little at the idea, because itâd been a slow-working potion that had slipped through his veins and clogged them up and killed him mid-mission, his face hid behind a mask.
    THREE ----- the journalist. ( july 1983 -- march 1984 )
She waits until she marries again, for nearly two years. Thereâs some whispers, people wondering if she was a Death Eater too, as her latest husband was, but she cries in agony at their accusations. Sheâs grief filled, to the public, shocked by her husbandâs role in the war. She starts charities to help survivors -- I feel so responsible, she tells the public, for everything he did while I didnât even know, so Iâm just trying to help -- and slowly heals herself for the paparazzi.
He comes onto her path through the media: he interviews her a few times, smiles at her words and calls her strong, which is funny, because he has no idea how strong she truly is. When she finds out heâs rich, too, that he comes from a long line of successful muggles, she makes her decision. They get married half a year after their first date and he helps her get rid of any rumours surrounding her being a blood purist, with his muggleborn blood status and journalist instincts.
Apparently itâs not that hard to recreate fatal muggle diseases. He falls ill after they are married for only a few months. âYou really have the worst luck,â he tells her, after they find out. âBut I will try not to leave you like they did.â Oh, heâs so idiotically blind, itâs almost laughable. She holds his hand through doctor appointments and makes sure that Blaise doesnât start loving this one too much, because he will die too, and not as suddenly as the others did. On his deathbed, he still doesnât get it, and he apologises for leaving her, for not fighting hard enough, and heâs crying. She plays along for a while, before leaning in and whispering in his ear that she killed the other two, and that sheâs killing him too, in his last moments of consciousness.
     FOUR ----- traveller. ( july 1986 -- december 1989 )
Elizabeth Zabini is a cursed woman. At least, thatâs what the press say about her: her first husband died of a heart attack, her second one during the war and her latest of some muggle disease called cancer. Something must be wrong with her; sheâs either really unfortunate, or a golddigger. Thereâs nothing they can prove, though, and anyone who even tries to accuse her of anything, will meet a crying, grieving Elizabeth and the hard words of her lawyer/best friend. Husband number three comes into her life at a gala in Italy. His accent is thick, his eyes are a bit dangerous, and he asks her if itâs true, that sheâs cursed. She asks him if he cares to find out. They scream in Italian when they fuck that night, and he asks her on a date the next day, and she says maybe. She asks him if he wants to go for dinner a month later and he apparates all the way to Wales to meet her.
He fits her lifestyle, her plan. Heâs richer than her, drowning in money, having had a life much more lavish than she has lived. She has fun with him, Blaise has fun with him ( though he knows better than to call him dad, as that makes Bethâs eyes flash dangerously ). They marry eventually, their wedding plastered in international tabloids --- ITALIAN BUSINESSMAN MARRIES ZABINI, WILL HE TOO FALL VICTIM TO THE CURSE? --- and causes jealousy by every woman, man and child reading it, because itâs the most beautiful wedding yet. She wears a dark red gown -- sheâs tired of white by now, sheâs no longer clean -- and they go on a honeymoon more marvelous than any before. Itâs the first time sheâs away from Blaise and itâs hard, and when she comes home she clings to him. Theyâre married for three years and the tabloids think that sheâs finally broken her curse, and she smiles and nods and says she hopes that itâs true.
They go on trips multiple times a year, because they can, and see such wonders of the world. She loves it. Not him, of course, but she loves it. She also loves the idea of using something different than potion, just this once, and when they look over the Latrabjarg Cliffs in Iceland, it takes just a small sting of her wand, just a tiny push, and heâs screaming and falling and heâs unable to grab his wand. She looks down at her hands after heâs crashed and feels pure power. She goes home donned in black, but her soul is red. Itâs on fire, burning her up and eating her whole.
    FIVE  ----- the oldest. ( march 1991 -- december 1991 )
The word golddigger is used more and more to describe her, so Elizabeth decides to give the gossipers something more substantial to gossip about. She cries in interviews, because her Italian husband had shown her so much that she hadnât seen before ( not that she had needed him for that, really ) and starts her search for her next husband. She finds herself a widowed man, decades older than her. Heâs already ill, already going to die, dragonpox and old age having him in his clutch. And so, if he dies, thereâs no way they can blame it on her.
He falls for her, like they all do, all too easily. Heâs old and frail and heâs been widowed for years and years now, tells her he never thought about finding love again until she came in his life. Their engagement follows quick after their first meeting -- Beth wants this one to be quick -- and they marry quietly and quickly. Her dress is green this time, to represent the youth she has and he doesnât. She hopes people see this marriage for what it is: a quick way for her to earn more money. She hopes the rumours spread more, because sheâs untouchable, leaving no trace whenever she kills, playing the role of cursed, unfortunate woman all too well.
She doesnât let the dragonpox kill him. She does that himself. Again, itâs her bare hands that do it --- poison is effective, but itâs less exciting, less dangerous. Her manicured fingers wrap themselves around his neck, his eyes growing wide as she kisses his cheek, leaving a red mark on his dry, wrinkled skin. She charms away the bruises once heâs stopped breathing and sends for their healer, weeping desperately, clinging to her husband, knowing that the gossip will be MAD the next day.
    SIX ----- the threat. ( june 1992 -- october 1993 )
He intrigues her in, in the way she usually intrigues others. Heâs sneaky and playful, breaking all the rules that society has made for people like them. He laughs, is someone Blaise gets along with so well that she starts to think that maybe she should stick it out, for her son, whoâs never met his dad, whoâs never had a man stick around long enough. She marries him in the summer, when Blaise is back from Hogwarts, and heâs happy, and thatâs all that matters. She decides to try, for Blaise, who is only twelve, still so young, in need of a man, perhaps, to give him guidance ( looking back, she realises how idiotic that thought was ). The three of them have a summer for the books, one where she -- for the first time -- feels like that sheâs created a family.
For over a year, it feels right. Blaise is happy, seems less angry with her. He doesnât know, of course, what happened to the other five, but heâs not stupid. Sheâs glad that heâs got his suspicions, because that means her sonâs not an idiot, like most men are. For over a year, she can pretend to love this man and not get tired, but then she finds him snooping, sneaking in her belongings, flipping through files and papers and potion ingredients, and suddenly she gets it, and curses herself for her stupidity.
Sheâs been beaten at her own game. Well, almost. She doesnât tell him that sheâs seen him, doesnât tell him that she knows that heâs playing her like sheâs playing him. No, she waits, patiently, until summer has passed and Blaise is at Hogwarts again, starting his third year, far away. She slips a poison in his drink during breakfast on a plain Tuesday morning and tells him who she is --- ELIZABETH ZABINI, someone who will not be beaten at her own game --- and she snaps his wand in two, restrains him in his chair, asks him whoâs put him up to this. She drops veritaserum in his throat while he begs for water. She receives her answers and then watches him die, a satisfied grin on her lips.
     SEVEN ----- the almost. ( may 1994-- april 1996 )
She doesnât take too long to marry again. She knows now, that people are watching her, and she wants to get under their skin. Thereâs also someone new presenting himself to her and she finds herself falling for him. Before, when she felt herself falling for someone, she turned in the other direction, but this time she did NOT. This time, she wraps her fingers around his wrist and pulls him into the office of the host of a party, pressing herself against against him, kissing him and fucking him until the sun rises.
They marry while Blaise is at school, weeks before Voldemort returns. He has a Dark Mark on his forearm, and itâs been burning all year and heâs been worried, but sheâs not. Sheâs untouchable, no matter what, and when he does return, she simply feels ecstatic. Maybe this means more power, more opportunities to get away with things, more everything. Blaise comes home and likes him well enough --- not as much as the last, he says, but heâll do --- and she presses a kiss on his forehead.
She falls for him. Really, she falls hard. She can almost call it love, and thatâs dangerous. She cannot have that. Heâs the hardest one of all, the hardest one to kill. Heâs the one who makes her decide to not do this again. Heâs the reason why she remains a widow after that: sheâs tired of the constant process, of the chess, is hungry for another game, or perhaps just a little break. She kills him all the same, though, slipping poison in his breakfast and watching him die while she lies next to him, trailing his stomach, watching it rise and fall slower and slower with every minute that passes. She weeps for him as he dies, but she had no choice --- she doesnât let them live. Thatâs the rule. Thatâs how it is, thatâs how it will always be.Â
And so he dies, and her tears are, for the first time, not completely insincere.
     AND THEN THEREâS BLAISE.
         She hopes he knows. That he understands. She has told him about her childhood, about the nights spent on the street or in shit hotels because there was no roof to claim as her own. She has told him of how she doesnât want that for him, and she thinks he understood, but she cannot be sure, because heâs her son. Heâs learned to lie from one of the best liars out there: Elizabeth Zabini. But she knows he loves her and that she loves her, and in the end, that is all she needs in order to be his mother.
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He regarded her with a tilt of his head, studying her face, amused. He had to start relying on that more and more, what he could see, not what he could hear. For a time Liam started to wonder if she knew. But then again, maybe she was just playing the game. That was what they were both here for anyway. He didnât doubt she knew that much.
âItâs not like you to pay that many compliments all at once. Are you playing at something, darling?â
âThese days, simplicity is hard to come by, so itâs a compliment, do not worry.âÂ
That was true, in a sense, though this wasnât too simple: being around Liam took a certain sense of wariness, of choosing her words and facial expressions cleverly. She liked that though: it was a game of chess with him, and they both knew the other was playing. It was practice, good fun, and hopefully, one day, handy.
âOh, can I not be in a good mood without you suspecting something? I can hold my thoughts on you back, though, if you hate compliments so much.â
âItalian coffee with a beautiful womanâ even the busiest man in the world would have to be mad to say ânoâ to an offer like that.â He regards her carefully, a smile tempting to crescent his features. It went without saying that she was stunning, and yet her air demanded the words be spoken.Â
Oh, she had heard it before --- beautiful --- from mouths of admirers, from strange men and people she knew. It made her feel powerful every time. âAnd heâs clever, too,â she said, because this choice of his was wise. âSit, Iâll get my House Elf --â he was her ( dead ) husbandâs, technically, but those were details. â-- to make us a proper cup.â A smile, then. â
laughter spilled from ruby painted lips as doe eyes studied her friend. â frankly, dear, i donât even know what love is. â the question is truthful but accompanied with a smirk. a sip of her red wine taken as doe eyes scan the room. â even if i am very good at making men love me. â
ânor do i, and i have no interest in finding out,â she said, her laughter joining that of marlene. âoh, you are. itâs quite a thing to witness, in all honesty.â she cocked her head to the side, took another sip from her drink. âsome days i think i could learn so much of you, and then i remember that this is a skill we share, honed together even, perhaps.â
â oh, little blaise caught the flu ? i do hope heâs well and recovered now â though iâm sure he has, as he must have inherited his motherâs exemplary constitution. â dolores winked at her friend, a little laugh trailing the end of her remark. it seemed as though everyone around her were having babies, friends or otherwise â and though dolores could act absolutely besotted over them for short periods of time, she found the buggers quite honestly disgusting, and could never imagine having one. in truth, she didnât know how elizabeth handled it. dolores listened with a careful pause, seemingly deep in thoughtful consideration at elizabethâs next words, before her lips quirked into a small smirk of their own. â all iâm saying is that they ought to have better things to do with their lives. and even if i do work with some of them, i mind my own business, â itâs a lie said through sweetly smiling teeth, â so theyâd have nothing to do or ever want from me. â
âoh yes, heâs all better now, thankfully. i have to admit that iâm not the biggest fan of my son when heâs so fussy,â she said. it was tiring, sometimes, being a single, but it brought her such pride, and she would never want it any other way. âbesides, i hate to see him in pain.â who could have known, that she had a protective and maternal side? elizabeth had been surprised by it, at first, but she didnât know better now. blaise was all that mattered, in the end. sheâd kill the whole world if it meant he could breathe another breath. âoh, thatâs absolutely right. whoever has the energy to do such things is surely living a pointless life,â she said, nodding along in agreement. it was a lie, of course; while she didnât know anyone in this new group, she knew plenty of death eaters. she thought their lives quite meaningful. âat least i know youâre not idiotic enough to be affiliated with such rogues.â
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âloneliness is about the scariest thing there is,â she said, a deep sigh spilling past her lips, as if sheâs heavy with grief. she was supposed to feel that way, and to benjy, that was how she would appear. âi just miss him, you know?â
âYou donât have time for a cup of coffee?,â she asked, a tiny smile curling her lips, eyebrows raising themselves. She liked Evan Rosier, was intrigued by him, and there was never any harm in developing her connections to purebloods like him. âIâll have you know that I have an excellent espresso machine, and beans imported from Italy.âÂ
âiâm gonna kill them all.â she was laughing, the sounds echoing of her lips, but her words not fully a joke. in this drunken state -- champagne still stuck on her lips -- it was nothing but funny, nothing but a wonderful, hilarious thing to imagine. âone day, emme, iâll kill them all.âÂ
âBeing with you makes things simpler. For a little while.â The lie left her lips so easily, so sweetly. Itâs not entirely untrue, though: the physical aspect of it all, that did give her a sense of escape, it did allow the clock to freeze for a mere second and her worries ( which she had little of, in all honesty ) to drop off her back. âÂ
âlove makes you do the wacky,â spoke beth, as if she was really onto something here. she swirled her cider, took a sip. âi mean ... damn it ... is anyone really the same when theyâre in loooove?â the answer was no, of course, which was why sheâd written off romantic love as a waste of bloody time; sheâd better things to do.Â
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