#c: evelyn zabini

[zafarxtravers]

where: her parents home who: @zabinixevelyn

It was always lovely being summoned by the parents for a gathering. He could only imagine what it would be this time. Zafar had spent the last couple days after the wedding to figure out ways that this engagement could end without it looking poorly on him and his family, and he drew blanks.

Zafar showed up at the Zabini manor the same time as Evelyn, glancing over at her. "Do you know what this is about?" There was hope that the next time they had to interact would be a few weeks.

[thorfinnrowlex]

where: the garden kew, london who: @zabinixevelyn

He had watched her the moment she stepped into the reception, watching the tension between herself and her fiancé, and waited until he buggered off before making his way over to her. "You look breathtaking tonight, Evelyn." He stopped in front of her, holding out a glass of champagne. "Do you have a moment I could steal you away to somewhere a little more private? I promise to be on my best behaviour," a sheepish grin on his face. Thorfinn could do with a break from the crowds and was rather fond of the witches company.

[alectocarrowx]

where: twilfitt and tattings (women's lingerie section) who: @zabinixevelyn

Alecto was certain there was another place where the two could meet, a place that would require more clothing, but giving Evelyn was unattached, and the need for more lingerie, this seemed the best fit. The witch wanders around the closed section, running her fingers along a lace set.

"How has your week been, Eve?" Hazel hues glance over in her direction. "

[zafarxtravers]

where: zabini residence who: @zabinixevelyn

An owl had been sent prior to his arrival to Evelyn's home. His parents were so gracious in allowing him a couple days to take in his new arrangement. At first he figured it was some sick joke, considering the reputation and rumour that surround the Zabini woman. Yet when the owl from his beloved parents arrived, outlining the evening to be, he was ordered to produce a ring before going over.

He crumpled the parchment and tossed it into the fire. A ring? Merlin no. Zafar would do no such thing. His eldest sister arriving minutes later, ushering him out to collect one. Allowing her to choose as she pleased, already collecting his bride-to-be's ring size from her parents.

Standing outside her front door, he glances down at the box in his, the ring tucked inside, shoving it into his pocket, before knuckles rapped at the door. He planned to get this meeting over.

It wasn't that Evelyn was not attractive, because she was, it was the fact he could not stand her attitude and the way she acted. Now, she was going to be his wife.

[thorfinnrowlex]

where: three broomsticks who: @zabinixevelyn

Thorfinn didn't know how to feel about the plan, but he had to put his trust in Emma, despite the gnawing voice in his head. With the workday ending, he made a small stop before heading back to his manor, and found a table to the side. His drink was placed in front of him, glancing around the room when his eyes fell on the woman that walked through the door.

Evelyn Zabini

He was always quite intrigued with the rumours that followed her, feeling there was more truth behind them. Their eyes locked, his head gesturing to the empty sit beside him, if she cared to join him.

[zafarxtravers]

where: the garden kew, london who: @zabinixevelyn

This was going to be their first appearance out in public together, officially, as an engaged couple; apparently they were not going to be the only ones, thank Merlin. There was this small part of him that before this day reached, there would be a dissolvement of their betrothal, but all it had ignited, was their mother's planning fiercely. Surprised on how quick they wanted the day to come. He was hoping he could at least push it off for a few years.

Zafar had been away from his date for long enough, returning to her side with two glasses of champagne. "Yours appears empty." He holds out the other one. "You look beautiful tonight." He mentioned it slightly earlier, his attention falling on her ass throughout the night.

[zafarxtravers]

where: Shafiq Manor

Who: @zabinixevelyn

It has been a week since the announcement of their engagement and Zafar kept his distance from the witch, keeping himself busy with work and others in the comfort of his bed. He had no desire to see her unless necessary and tonight was one of those. The wizard was curious how she would present them in front of both sets of parents. This was a marriage neither of them wanted and yet, there would be no turning back.

The parents were off in the study having a drink, allowing him to retreat to one of the balconies off from the living room. One of his favourite places to keep when he was growing up. A glass of scotch in hand, sat in one of the two chairs available, staring out at the night sky. He glanced over when the glass door opened once more, letting his eyes rake over the woman who entered, seeing that she finally arrived.

"I take it the house elf told you where to find me." He was not going to allow how gorgeous she looked in that dress, plans already made for when this night was over. He at least did the gentleman thing and stood up to welcome her.

[zafarxtravers]

"I think our parents missed the part on where we said small." He let out a chuckle, taking another sip of his drink.

Zafar had to admit that Evelyn looked beautiful in her dress, curious how the night would end, though he had an inkling feeling he wouldn't be the one taking off her later; even if he wanted to be. "They will have to keep with my fake smile and be pleased with the work they did." It wasn't her fault either they were not married.

"You do know they will be calling us up soon for the first dance?"

Evelyn had never been a fan of weddings, especially her own. She couldn’t stand having to make the rounds, feign niceties with all the family that had come for their special day. But Merlin forbid they allow for a small wedding where it was over quickly. She’d finally managed to slip away from the latest distantly related couple who had to stopped to speak with her, and went to snatch up another glass of champagne.

She took a moment to appreciate the silence, surveying those around her and wishing that the night would be over. Spotted Zafar she made her way over to him, a smile on her lips. “I imagine I’m enjoying this as much as you are.” She gave him a knowing look. “But I suggest you at least try to fake a smile. Our parents are watching.”

[thorfinnrowlex]

The idea of settling down never did phase Thorfinn. He knew it would happen when the time was right, and he always thought it would be with Athena. He cared about Emma, and wanted to give them a fair chance to see where things could go between them. His parents seemed to fancy her, certain his mother just wished for him to marry any and give her a grandchild. "It will come when the time is right." He liked to believe at least, before his father was involved. The blonde finished their drink. "I should get to what I am meant to do. It was nice to see you Evelyn."

“Mmm not ready to settle down yet are you.” Evelyn certainly knew the feeling, she had never wanted marriage. However she had known what was expected of her and had not made a fuss, it was only tragedy that both of her late husbands had met unfortunate ends. She wondered how Emma felt about Thorfinn not being eager to marry. She’d have to catch up with Emma soon, see how her friend is doing. “Good, then we won’t have any problems.” She smiled sweetly at him as she lifted her glass and finished off her drink. “Better them than anyone else then.” They were a waste after all, no real loss if that was his choice.

[thorfinnrowlex]

It did not surprise Thorfinn that Evelyn was friends with Emma, considering how close the pureblood society was, everyone was connected in some way. "Here is hoping I can hold off a little longer before I'm married." That was a conversation Emma and him were having, knowing that her career was important to her, it allowed him to remain without a ring on his finger for a while longer. "I always treat them right." He pointed out, taking a sip of his drink. This was his first relationship since Athena, and the women between, they were always treated in a respectful way, tied to his bed and at his mercy. "Someone has to deal with it." It was in no position to offer it to the witch beside him.

Evelyn had always known what was expected of her, and each time she'd accepted it quietly. Or rather on the outside it had seemed gracious acceptance. She had fought against the idea of monagamy and matrimony in her own quiet little ways. After all, she had a proper image to hold, regardless of what may go on behind closed doors. "It's the pure blood way, it would be a shame for the family names and way of life to disappear." There was a hint of amusement in her voice. "Emma?" She rose an eyebrow as she sat back, shaking her head. "She's a friend. You better treat her right Rowle." Otherwise she could think of a variety of ways she could suggest Emma handle him. "Mmm poor mudbloods, having to be the victim of all that pent up frustration."

[alectocarrowx]

There was a twinkle in her eyes. "I always do love a challenge." A teasing tone to her voice, Alecto knew better than to intervene with the Dark Lords wishes. Evenlyn was few that was able to see this more playful side of her. A quick glance down to the bags in her hand, the other did make a valid point, but was certain they would last longer, her usual standard limited. "There was always something appealing about your home." Usually meant less clothing and hands that wished to explore.

END

"I'm not sure even if you have the power to tell the Ministry that they must give me a night off." Evelyn reminded her friend with a laugh. "And while it may be tempting to try, I'd rather like to keep my job." It had been beneficial in her work for the Dark Lord after all. She laughed as Alecto reminded her that she got bored easily, a fact she was well aware of. "Well add what you already have to what you've just bought...it should get you at least through the week." She teased Alecto as she followed her out of the shop and out onto the street. "My place it is. Plenty to drink there." She assured her as she slid her arm into Alecto's and the two of them apparated back to her place.

[zafarxtravers]

The voices around him started to fade out and he was left with the thoughts that bombarded his head. This was it, there was no escaping the reality that would be hitting him in three weeks. He needed more time to think of a logical way to get out of this and that would no longer be viable.

"No need to worry dear, we have already spoken to Leta Rosier. An appointment has been made." His mother interjected and if he was coherent enough, he would have rolled his eyes. "We will let you know what we need approval for, otherwise, do not fret." Why would he want any say in his wedding, he never really did in his life, being the eldest heir.

"Yes, the two of you should leave, we can sort it out from this end." It appeared Mrs. Travers was keen for them to spend more time together and it was that part that snapped him back to the present.

"I think that is best." He spoke, letting go of her hand taking a moment to finish his drink before standing. "It was nice seeing everyone." It definitely was not, but those were words he could not utter. He offered his arm for Evelyn, leading them to the door of the study, needing to leave and the second they were alone, he dropped his arm from hers.

"I will send an owl on when I will pick you up to go." Three weeks, that was all he could think about. "Goodnight." And with that he apparated out of the manor, needing a drink.

Less than a month. It would appear her parents were more eager than they had let on to have her married again. Less than a month and she’d be forced to marry again, and she was beginning to have doubts that Zafar would call it off. Though she still hoped he might, she knew he was just as unhappy about this arrangement as she was.

As Zafars mother spoke, all Evelyn could do was nod, her body working on automatic even as her mind was whirring. She grabbed her glass of wine and took another fortifying drink even as she tried to think of ways out of this. Finally she looked up as the location was mentioned. “Well then, I suppose I should quicken my search for a wedding gown, yes?” A small laugh, attempting at a joke. While they might have bought it, the words felt bitter on her tongue.

She hid the surprise from her features as Zafar took her hand. Normally she would have ripped her hand away, but even in her state of shock she knew they needed to present a united front. “I’ve heard Palermo is beautiful this time of year.” Another forced smile. “I only wish we could have had more time to prepare for this trip. I think we both have arrangements we’ll need to make at work. But it will be nice to get away.”

Lies, lies, and more lies. She hated the idea of having to go away for a weekend. Though she supposed away from prying eye, at least there would be no need to play a part. “I know we haven’t been here long but perhaps we should get going? That way we can get things settled with work. And I certainly will need some time to pack.” A conspiratorial smile shared with the woman, an act as if to say she was all in and wanted to be prepared for a weekend with Zafar.

[alectocarrowx]

"The next event, I shall make sure you are not working. Who else will keep me company at the bar." The sly smile forms on her lips, sliding over the coin to the woman behind the register, taking the handle of the bag in her delicate fingers. "I am merely adding to the collection I have at home. I get bored easily." Alecto preferred to keep her options open, ready for what any night might be presented in front of her. "You know me too well Evie, I always prefer somewhere private." There were two reasons for it, she was rather fond of the company in front of her, and wished not to certain other's in her presence. "Shall we head to yours?"

"Well I can only hope that work won't keep me too busy that I'm unable to join." It was a precarious balance of her work with the ministry and her work for the Dark Lord. It kept her busy, but she had no complaints when it came to proving just how valuable she could be. "Appearances are everything." She agreed. It had been ingrained in her from a young age and she still found it as words to live by. A laugh slipped past her lips when Alecto settled on some sets finally. "Only six?" She teased. "A drink sounds lovely. Off to the pub or somewhere more private?" An offer for Alecto to choose, though there's a coy smile on her lips.

[zafarxtravers]

Zafar knew he would have to keep a close eye on Evelyn, no closing both eyes when around her or perhaps giving too much trust in what she had to offer. He would continue to push the agenda, and his antics, that soon this betrothal would be nothing more than a memory. There had to be a better witch to compliment him.

Amber hues glance down at his chest, catching glimpses of where scotch adorned his skin. "You are the one trying to get me undressed." Languidly raising his faze to meet her. Zafar took great care in his body, worked on relentlessly, in many aspects, considering what he did required him in top physique. "I wouldn't be surprised if they were trying to, at least my sister." He was joking, but he did have some concern about his older sister, not pleased that the inheritance came down to him, being the eldest son.

Disappointment hit the wizard and her calm demeanour after his incident, the rage that she contained and how she used her magic to clean up the mess; tragic that she was incapable of having fun. His only concern dealt with, knowing he had no intention of sharing a bed with the witch in front of him until it was absolutely necessary. "Perfect." He goes to stand up, reaching for his blazer to slide back on. "Neither of us have to be eager to share a bed, but given matrimony traditions, it is expected." If his family wanted an heir, he would make sure to give them one. "In such, I do wish to seek the company of another." One he planned to see after this visit. "Right, apparently our families are hosting a dinner in two night, celebrating our engagement. I will collect you before going over, make an untied appearance." A beat. "Unless you wish to tell them you want to call it off."

If this was how her future marriage was to be, she knew it was doomed before it even began. It was infuriating how easily she let him get beneath her skin, no matter how hard she tried to remain calm. Magic or not, she could think of a variety of things she'd like to do to him at the moment. None of which he would enjoy. Alas, if she were to kill him now there would be questions and she would not benefit from it. Other than the pure joy that he was no longer around to infuriate her, of course.

She rolled her eyes as he removed his vest, using it to wipe away the alcohol. "Why am I not surprised to find that you'll use any reason to remove your clothing?" It was almost just as infuriating to see that he looked good underneath the vest. The plains of muscles in arms and chest fully on display. A waste on him. There was a moment's consideration to call for one of her elves to come and clean the mess, but she didn't bother. He could sit with it. "Well then how unfortunate for you then that your parents don't listen to gossip." She paused to consider before shrugging. "Or perhaps they do and decided to marry you off to me anyway."

She refrained from flying into a rage as he taunted her, the glass of wine straining the front of her dress. Setting her glass aside she used her wand to easily lift the stain and mess, making it look as though it never happened. "While you may resort to showing off, I hardly find it necessary. If you're hoping to see me without my clothes I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken." She waved her hand, dismissing the added terms. "I have no intention of ending my own relationships, I don't expect you to either." It hopefully meant he would leave her alone. She didn't even want to think about having an heir, especially not with him. "You flatter yourself in believing I'm eager to sleep with you Zafar. I have no interest."

[thorfinnrowlex]

Thorfinn indulges in his drink, listening to Evelyn speak. A pureblood society had high expectations for them, more than he cared to admit to, and knew his time was limited. He was impressed, for her age, going through two husbands, yet he had not had one wife. "It appears most of us have expectations to adhere to, regardless of how we feel." It was common knowledge now, there was no reason to keep identities a secret. "Emma Vanity." She was attractive, driven and, what mattered to his family, pureblood. "Since I can't do it in my normal manner. Take it out on some mudbloods."

Evelyn took another drink from her glass, shrugging as she set it down once more. "I care little. I am aware of what is expected of me after all. A husband, a child to continue the Zabini name. I have little interest past what is expected of me." Romance, a real marriage where she was expected to be monogamous, that she could happily pass on. It wasn't her fault her first two husbands had been poor choices. The first too old to really be worth anything, and the second far too controlling for her liking. Perhaps the next husband would be more worthwhile. "And which one is that?" She was curious to know who was worthy enough to stop his playboy ways after all. "Is that so? And how do you hope to do that?"

[zafarxtravers]

There it was, the reason the two of them were lured into the lion's den, and what they thought could be pushed off, or even dissolved, was being thrown in their faces. Three weeks, they were being given three week to sort all this out, correction his mother and Evelyn's, and he would become a married man.

Zafar had to give credit to Evelyn for trying to buy more time, when in truth, he knew better than try to convince his mother otherwise. She was stubborn as a mule and he let more silence linger, taking a sip his firewhiskey.

"We thought it was best to do it quicker. I know my boy never cared for weddings. Your mother and I are certain we can have something beautifully pulled off in three weeks. There is a nice ring being married on the twenty-first of September." A beat. "We've already booked the location."

Absentmindedly reaching out to take her hand and give it a squeeze. There were not going to win this. That was certain. It didn't stop his mother from continuing to speak. "You two are also going away tomorrow for the weekend in Palermo. We both think some time away would do good for you both."

This time Zafar did say something. "Mother, I have work." He felt the glare of her eyes on him, taking another sip. "Fine." He felt like a child being scolding.

Evelyn snorted in response to his comment, not deigning it with a response as she led him down the hall to her parent’s sitting room. She couldn’t stand Zafar most days, but at least there was no having to hide who she was with him. There was no having to feign the well behaved fiancé, as least not when it was just the two of them. It made it far easier than her last two marriages where she’d constantly felt as though she were playing a role.

She made herself comfortable with her drinking as Zafar claimed the seat beside her, hoping the two of them could be out quickly. Hearing Zafar’s mother speak about picking a date, she stiffened, turning her attention on the wedding. “Of course, places get booked so quickly after all. I’m sure the two of you wanted to snag something perfect before anyone else got it.” Sickly sweet words forced out with a smile as her eyes strayed to Zafar, afraid to hear the answer to his question.

Finally she let her eyes drift back over to their parents, who seemed to be a united front in this. She began to take a drink of her wine when her own mother once more spoke up. “September 21st.” Her mother was practically beaming. “The two of you won’t have to wait long to be officially married.” Evelyn choked on her drink at the date, looking up startled. “So soon? Why not next fall? I certainly would hate for you all to be rushing to get everything ready in such a short time.”