- Freeze The Moment' Scarlette

[brooke]

` and i am a weapon
A N D I T ' S N O T M Y F A U L T I T ' S

H O W I ' M P R O G R A M M E D T O F U N C T I O N

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Frustration. “I want the new department opened before next month which means you have a dead line. I’m giving you until the 30th then I want you and your ‘crew’ out. Remember, we both get something out of this. You get the check and I get the new department.” Why did people have to make things complicated? Brooklyn had set a task, a task which she expected to be accomplished but it seemed there had been ‘distractions’ What could possibly distract a team of men from doing something they excelled in and lets be frank, the job was just to add an extension to her store in London. Damn, she could probably do it herself if she wasn’t so busy. She already knew what ‘distracted’ the men, a bloody cup of tea and who knows what else? For all she knew the men could be wasting their time lying on the floor asleep and if that was the case, she’d be deducting a large sum of money from that check she promised them. Men for crying out loud! They where just so…frustrating.

Home. It made her warm inside. Home is where she belonged, the very placed she constantly yearned to be. Brooklyn had many homes scattered around Britain; being as successful as the witch was she moved around the country a lot, promoting new clothing lines. Despite how many homes she had, despite how fancy they may be, the Zabini Manor would always be her true home. Sliding into her latest Mercedes; a car that the girl had grown to love, Brooklyn started up the engine, hurrying to get home. Slamming her foot onto the peddle, the car went at its fastest as it sped down the empty street. The rules of muggles meant very little to her, if they meant anything at all really and not once had she ever followed them so today would be no different in her opinion even if a police car had decided to follow her for a chase, she could easily lose them.

Tuesdays. Not her favourite day of the week. Every Tuesday was the same for Brooklyn; she hurried home, slipped into a nice bath, changed into something comfortable and hanged out at her family home, content as ever. Pulling up in the driveway, she grabbed her handbag and threw it over her shoulder while lifting a few bags of clothes that she had bought herself. Being the same size and her younger sister, Scarlette, it was really unnecessary to call the clothes her own considering a lot of the clothing she bought she always found her sister wearing them too. Especially her revealing clothes that weren’t particularly her favourite and Brooklyn was happy to let her sister wear them and flaunt her stuff. Since leaving Hogwarts, Brooklyn had changed her style of clothing for revealing to a mature, sophisticated look and it certainly suited her.

Hello. Entering the manor, she forced a smile onto her lips as her brown eyes caught sight of her mother, Pansy. The two hadn’t been on good terms lately but it wasn’t really affecting nor bothering Brooklyn as long as she had her father she was content. Daddy’s girl, she could admit to what she was. Brooklyn had always loved her father, she had him wrapped around her finger at an incredibly young age, he was like her best friend and she could practically tell him everything…well, almost everything. “Hello Mother, nice to see you to.” Sarcasm dripped from her voice as she rolled her eyes and then a true, genuine smile came to her lips as she laid eyes on her father. “Daddy!” Approaching the aging man, the witch dropped everything and embraced him tightly, “I think you’re aging Dad, I can spot a few strands of grey hair on that head of yours.” She joked lovingly with her father and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Who’s home?”

“Everyone.”

Sisters. Entering Scarlette’s room, Brooklyn grinned, “Well my darling sister, I am home! And yes, I know you’ve missed me lots and lots and lots.” Laughing with joy, she climbed onto her sister’s bed and wrapped the blankets around her small body.

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1024 with coding. . WORDS
reserved . STATUS
scarlette zabini . TAG
I suck at starting threads lol . NOTES
lily allen, the fear . LYRICS
the amazing RACHELHERE . CREDIT

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[scarlette]

X

she screams for more
more than just some blue eyed metaphor
and the trouble is, the trouble is, she's always searching

At home it was still rather quiet, one of those days that just happened to bring peace and solace to the young woman. The Zabini house was usually full of excitement but this morning it was rather quiet which was unusual but a nice change. As far as the brunette was concerned. Having a house dominated by women, well it could get pretty chatty and loud very quickly. Any bit of excitement caused an uproar. Not to mention the mansion echoed to beat a darn. Even in the room the young slytherin could hear everything that was going on in the house. Which meant that when it was time to get up, it was time to get up even after the years she could manage to sleep through all the racket. In truth the young woman didn’t even know who was home, having her breakfast in bed had gotten her this lack of knowledge. On summer vacation she would laze around her room until noon then get up and leave. It wasn’t like she had stayed home much anyway. So her parents took what they could get and at least she was at home.

Cornflower blue eyes wandered around her room. The coloring on the walls was a light pale green which met a beige colored rug. In the corner there was an oak colored vanity with a silver round mirror. Actually all of her furniture was a dark oak. It managed not to clash with her choice of pistachio coloring. She had two large dressers and a night stand by her bed. Of to the left there was desk with chair and a large closet. On a large circular bed sat a lanky brunette. At sixteen she was a looker but still had a lot of growing up to do. Then again she was young and she had the time. Naturally she was in no hurry, to grow up that is. Scarlette was having far to much fun being a sixteen year old. There wasn’t much for consequences and she got what ever she wanted. From an early age she had been spoiled, like all of her sisters for that fact.

The Zabini’s spared at nothing for their daughters. All of them were special to Patsy and Blaise, there was favorites between mother and father. As far as Lettie was concerned she could just play the field. Although if she was to choose it would be her father. In her mind her mother’s marriage to her father was fake. They had gotten a house hold of children out of it, no sons which was saddening for Blaise. But a bunch of girls, four for that matter. In her mind daughters naturally flocked to their fathers. Mostly for shopping, at sixteen she had no source of income so she relied on her father. Blaise never asked questions so she never had to explain herself and there was never a budget. For a fact all of her dressers and the closet was over stocked. Shoes, purses and clothing. It was all really a mask for the second eldest daughter. In a way she wanted more, she cried out and never got the help she wanted.

A note pad laid out before her and it had been for most of the morning. Writing poems had been a favorite past time of hers and she had been having problems lately. The words just wouldn’t come to her and it was troubling. Although she had put her poetry and writing on the back burner for some time. It wasn’t a complete surprise that her way with words had eluded her. With a sigh of frustration she tossed the notebook across the room and flopped back on her beds. Lost is a sea of white pillows and a fluffy white comforter. The sea of nearly black hair waved around her almost concealing her face. From down stairs she could hear a bit of ruckus but she ignored it. It would be the same old same old as far as Lettie was concerned. The Zabini manor would never stay quiet for long and the brunette cursed from under her sea of white. No wonder she couldn’t work this place was like a mad house never quiet or sound. There was always a large amount of noise which made it always interesting.

There was a click at her door and she scowled from where she was immersed. No knock, well that is rude she thought to herself. Of course that was before she heard the sing song voice of her eldest sister before she appeared in her bed. Typical Brooklyn, she thought to herself but smiled as she sat up. “Just about as much as you missed me” she said while giggling along with her sisters contagious laughter. Snuggling into her blankets she looked to her sister with those blue orbs. “What brings you home” she asked with a roll of her eyes. As far as she was concerned she couldn’t under stand why she was home. If she had the chance she would be gone all the time. But that wasn’t the case, this was her jail.
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