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Volume II: Burn

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307202,1341 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Mommy Dearest

March 26, 2005 5:24 PM

Ever since the fight he and Draco'd had, Blaise had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He wasn't going to stop selling his mother's potions or lending out artifacts, but he could probably but back. He had two stops to make today, and he needed to pick up some of his mother's potions. She normally owled them, but Blaise wanted to go home for a bit.

Living with Hannah had its ups and downs. Only having one bathroom was difficult, and not having house elves to wait on his hand and foot was a bitch. Even at Hogwarts he hadn't worried too much about the state of his room or about his laundry.

As Blaise apparated into the foyer of the Manor, he took a deep breath and looked around. There was also something be said about the architecture and the open air of a large space. He'd never done well in tiny spaces; he became bored too easily.

One of the house elves appeared instantly. Diddly had been one of his mother's newest house elves when he was born, and so they'd more or less grown up together. That meant instead of utmost respect from one of now leader house elves, he was treated the equivalent of a very irritating boss. Instead of being woken in the morning by a soft announcement, he was often woken by sharp pokes, water pouring over his head, or even the mattresses floating and dumping him on his arse.

"Is Master back?"

"Just for a moment. Where's my mother?"

Diddly crossed his arms and pointed in the general direction of one of the dungeons. Blaise rolled his eyes as the house elf pouted and popped away. While he'd wanted to bring along his house elf, he needed someone to keep an eye on things at the Manor while he was gone.

When dungeons had been rigged for his mother's potions stores and labs. He'd been decent with potions in schools, but he didn't have the patience for it, something his mother always chastised him for. Speaking of his mother...

"I didn't expect to see you here. The Manor has been quiet since you've gone. Still staying with one of your sisters?"

He snorted. It figured that she had no idea where he was staying. "I stayed in France for a week before coming back. Did you think I may the trip to England to fence for you every few days?"

"The next batch is on that table there."

She hadn't even looked at him, and Blaise curbed the urge to drop a bottle just to see her reaction. "I don't know when I'll be able to sell them after this round."

Calanthe stopped stirring her potion and looked at Blaise. "And why would that be?"

He'd been pondering it since the fight. Maybe a break would be good. "I'm just going to step back for a few weeks, that's all. It's not like you need the money. You can jack up the prices when I do start going out again. People will want them so bad they won't even care."

"It's not about the money," she replied, casting a stasis charm over the cauldron as Blaise snorted.

"Like hell it's not."

"What happened?"

Of all days for her to realize something was wrong with her son, she chose today. "Draco found out and we had a row."

Calanthe's expression showed she was unimpressed. "Draco had a tantrum and now you're going to stop working?"

"It's not a job and you know it. I didn't say I was going to stop all together. If I let up for a bit it'll get him off my back," Blaise explained. His mother's facial expression never changed and he sighed. "What?"

"You have family duties that Draco clearly does not respect. I don't want to see you abandoning those because your friend doesn't understand."

This was going to turn ugly. Blaise already knew that coming in to this, but she was making this extremely personal. "What I do could hurt him, Mother. I've been trying to watch what I give out, but I can't monitor everything."

"I've noticed," Calanthe said. "You're slacking off."

"What the hell does that mean?" he snapped.

"You're not stupid, Blaise. You know exactly what it means."

Blaise had to take a few deep breaths to calm down. "I don't have to do this at all. They're my things that you decided to start lending out and I don't have to take your potions out for you. You can do that without my help. If the customers are male and half-way decent looking they'd fall over themselves for the hell of it."

Calanthe had turned around to go back to her potion but stopped, slowly spinning back to him with narrowed eyes. She was getting angry, and when they got angry at each other, it never ended well. "Watch your tone. I'm still your mother."

"Like you give a shit. I'm your damned errand boy."

"How dare you speak to me that way. First you abandon Ella and now you're developing an attitude."

Blaise laughed outright at that. "Abandon? I abandoned her? She went through my mail and accused me of cheating on her when she's attached to the prick of a show worker we met half a year ago!"

"I don't know why you're throwing your life away. It's never too late to ask her back. She accepted you; she accepted what you did and understood that."

He stared at her strangely. "I'm not amulets and poisons, mother. That's a hobby I do on the side. She didn't get me. She understood what I did to keep your bitching at bay and I had to do the same for her. You're both like a screaming banshee."

Calanthe turned her back on him which normally meant the end of the conversation. That was her signal that she was done talking to him, and if he had come any day before yesterday, he would have taken her potions and left. Now he was pissed.

"This conversation isn't over."

"Yes it is," Calanthe said with finality. "You are what you do, Blaise. You knew Draco wouldn't like what you did, but you still did it. You say one thing and do another. You know as well as I do that you'll be with Ella in a few months. Your fights never mean anything."

"You know, I got tired of being the one to leave when Ella and I had a fight, which was why I kicked her out of the Manor and barred her from the wards. I've been avoiding this place because of you. Perhaps I should do the same."

Calanthe didn't even bother with the stasis charm as she spun around with wide eyes. "I am your mother."

"You're not a Zabini," he said simply. "This is tied to Zabini blood, and since you have none, if you're not out of here midnight tonight, the wards will bounce your arse right out of your precious dungeons and I'll burn everything you leave."

Blaise was still mad, so he purposefully left the potions on the table and walked out of the dungeon. He should have known his mother wouldn't let him leave after an announcement like that though. She caught him right as he hit the edge of the apparation ward. He had half a mind to leave anyway, but stopped.

"Are you trying to ruin my life?" she snapped.

"The way you ruined mine?" Blaise asked honestly. "As of right now, I don't particularly care to see you again. You have until midnight."

The look on his mother's face would stay with him for a very long time.
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