"I am filled with a
desire for clarity and
meaning within a
world and condition
that offers neither"
In a large and luxurious Manor, in one of the many room, on the top floor, standing beside a large window, there a dark boy wearing a nightwear, it was late midnight, yet the boy was wide awake, his mind clouded with thoughts.
...
Sighing, I summoned a house elf, "Sasha.." I muttered quietly.
Pop
A young female house elf popped in due to my command.
"Yes,young master?. How may I help you, sir?" Said the excited house elf, the elf was dressed in a kid sized maid uniform. Why? Well mother and I found it displeasing and disgusting to have our food and chores be prepared by dirty house elfs.
"Get me a glass of water and a light meal, Sasha.."
"Yes, right away, young master Blaise" Sasha said excited,even though it was midnight.
Pop
Sighing again, the reason why I was kept awake was because of thoughts about the future, my future, you see even though I am talented,smart,intelligent, cunning, what use would that be if I don't use them!. Sure, I'm aware that I am only a soon to be second year, I may not be in my level for that, but screw that! I wanted wealth, power and the likes, I can't just waste my year, time is ticking, I need to get started on something. I mean my mother could provide very well for us but so? I don't care about that I am Blaise Zabini,heir to The Ancient and Most Noble House of Zabini. If I can't prove and provide for myself what the hell can I do then?.
What to the I could easily go to work in the ministry of magic after school, but is it really worth it? I mean I rather not surround myself to idiots of different sizes.
Another path that may welcome me, could be.... business..but of which kind?
Pop
I saw the things I had ask from appeared on a tray, glad I was really racking my brain, grabbing the glass of water, I sat down on my desk, sipping the cool water.
A business doesn't sound like a bad idea, what goods should I sell? Will I be the producer or the middleman?, no I wouldn't rely on anyone, I will be the producer, what the producer of what product?
Well, potions is a good idea, I could sell and make potions of all kinds the safe kind though, can't get involved in the Dark too much right?
Chuckling, I could make and modify existing ones, it was a good thing that this was just the first week of the summer holiday, that means I should use my time wisely.
Grabbing a journal, I wrote down some potions that existed and their flaws, what was needed to be corrected and improved, Even though I don't have a potion mastery degree, I don't think anyone would find out, i will make sure no one finds out. Too risky.
Hmm?, what is it that people care about the most nowadays?, I got it Looks, every one cares about it, if you are ugly, none would like you, but if you are pleasing to the eyes, you get popular and liked.
*(Looks it's everything people, but for the sake of this fanfic and Blaise's business, looks are everything)*
So maybe I could make a potion, that enchanted appearance or possibly revise aging, maybe both?
...
I spent the whole morning on the ingredients and potions production process, I had forgotten on thing, where the hell am I going to sell them, knockturn alley is a big not, maybe later in the future but not right now, which leaves me with Diagon Alley.
"Sasha," Pop "Prepare a small breakfast and a formal outfit, I am heading out, I'm make sure to not inform my mother..."
"Yes, young master, you can leave it to Sasha!" Pop
After eating breakfast, I immediately headed to my room, thankfully mother was out, I went to a cabinet beside my bed, pulling out a ruby gemmed ring, the design was simple, but the function was the important thing, it was a ring that cast a glamour on the wearer, me. I can't go to buy a shop has a barely a teenage kid, right?
After, getting dressed in a simple suit that was well fitted on my body, I wore the ring and started to design my new appearance, I chose to shorten my hair and tinted it light brown, I changed my purple colored eyes to golden ones, I changed my facial structure a bit, and I also changed my height to a decent one, 5'9. I looked like a gentleman who was in his 20's. Smirking at myself, I grabbed my wand and a messages bag, different from my school one but similar.
I went to the parlor, standing in front of the fireplace that was connected to the floo system. Grabbing a handful of floo powder, throwing it in, I calming stated
"Diagon Alley!"