Chapter 5
She gotten into the Varia! She’d told her mamma and frati she could do it, but me frati had always seen her as fragile and mamma hadn’t been around often enough to correctly gauge her skillset.
Frati sees her as fragile because he’d gone to Hogwarts during the Second Blood War and she’d stayed safe tucked in a scuola privata siciliana during the Third Blood War and the time in-between where it wasn’t really war but not really not war either.
He shouldn’t be talking, considering he was so loyal to one of his friends fighting on the wrong side of the war that he’d fought on the wrong side of the war and only escaped prison by the mercy of Lady Potter.
Really, Blaise made much poorer life choices then she did as a teenager, and she was joining an elite mafia assassination squad.
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It’d been years and she knew her magical heritage was going to come out soon enough. She’d filled it out on her forms, of course, so the Varia as a whole knew. She wasn’t suicidal enough to outright lie to the Varia.
But she’d managed to keep the fact that she was magical from most of the actual Varia officers, because it wasn’t their business and also magicals, especially ones with any connection to magical Britain, had a reputation of being slow in the head, and there weren’t enough magicals in the Varia to dissuade that idea.
But she’d known she’d run into Prince Belphegor eventually. She was shaping up to be the next Head Cloud Officer, as the current one was getting on in his age and making some not so mentally sound decisions.
She’d meet the actual Head Officers eventually, she knew, if only for them to see what kind of person she was and if she was and if she should be courted as a potential Cloud Guardian for Capu Xanxus .
And it was the height of offense, and in this case punishable by death, to ignore and not introduce yourself and pay your respects to someone who has a place in the royal family if they were openly royal. It was also the height of offense to out an in disguise royal trying to avoid attention, but Prince Belphegor was openly called ‘Prince the Ripper’ so she figured he wasn’t in disguise.
It was even worse, as she was third in line for the crown, meaning if something happened to both Prince Belphegor and me frati she’d be the primary heir, or heiress in her case, and considering me frati had one foot in the grave since he was seventeen and fighting on the wrong side of a war and Prince Belphegor’s career, was more likely than not.
Which meant there was a ton of ass kissing just in her introduction to dissuade him from taking offense to her presence and potentially reacting violently, which was also embarrassingly formal.
It didn’t help that they weren’t actually related. In the early seventeenth century, when ritual magic was temporarily banned in magical Sicily, her many-great grandmother had been adopted into the royal family, and his many-great grandfather was the biological child of the current royals. They’d made sure to never let the lines mix, so that there was always a backup in case something happened to the primary line.
And she was on her way to a Head Officer meeting along with the current Cloud Head to ‘ease the transition’.
Which meant vomit inducing flowery formal introductions, considering her and Prince Belphegor had never met as children as they should have because her mamma was weary of letting her out of the manor and he was busy killing his brothers.
Oh, and breaking the Statute of Secrecy, but she’s never really cared much for laws.
Mamma wasn’t allowed to inherit due to being the Duchessa of about eleven magical families, ten of which were from her late husbands. It was considered a conflict of interest.
As the door opened she looked in to see Prince Belphegor, Head Storm Officer and Storm Guardian to the Capu , Second-in-Command Superbi Squalo, Head Rain officer and Rain Guardian and right hand to the Capu , and Capu Xanxus di Vongola, Sky leader of the Varia. Good. At least not every Head Officer would have to witness this unnecessarily long and flowery introduction, although it was considered rude of her to ignore the Capu for one of his Guardians, she valued her life more then the Comannanti favor, because if Prince Belphegor didn’t kill her for the slight her mamma surely will.
She stepped into the room and gave Price Belphegor a full formal bow, by magical etiquette, which was sure to pique his interest.
“Mi presentu in assenza di me frati, Principe Blaise Zabini di la Familgia ri Reali Magica Siciliana, e di Casa Zabini, e di mia mamma, Duchessa di li Casati di Zabini, Esoterica, Solara, Ignis, Aurora, Montagna, Harmonia, Aquatica, Lucidia, Ravenna, e Sylvestra. Sui Principessa Isadora di la Familgia ri Reali Magica Siciliana, terza n lista, e eredi sicunnu di Casa Zabini. Lieta di faciri a cunuscenza e bon'incontru, pricipi miu.”
Oh yeah. It double didn’t help that the traditions required she speak in, again, ridiculously flowery overly formal Sicilian, which was likely to not be understood by anyone other then Prince Belphegor and maybe Capu Xanxus, depending on how much Sicilian he knew and how often he listened to rich people talk when he was on the streets, because the Vongola Alliances’s traditional language was Italian, not Sicilian, for all there were similarities.
She looked up at the faintly shocked Prince Belphegor, distractedly offended Capu , and confused Suberi Squalo.
Prince Belphegor didn’t keep her waiting for long.
“Ehra, cugnu. Nun sapìa ca t'eri a servizziu di la Varia, chi è surpresi, dati ca ti si unìu quarchi tempu fa. È nu gran piaciri vidiri ca stai mantenennu la tradizzioni di nun esporri l'occhi a lu munnu, a diffirenza di tò frati, e a diffirenza di tò mamma, chi ti ha crisciutu 'n presenza di deci mariti differenti, cu l'occhi visibili a ognunu. È surpresi ca hai seguitu la tradizzioni, dati lu tò cresciuta, ma è nu piaciri a ogni modu. È nu piaciri aviri quarcunu chi parla la me lingua materna e chi ha legami famigliari, ma nun mi permettu di pinsari chi sugnu u Principe di na nazzioni 'nficata chi hai fuggìu. Forse putemu cuntinuari sta cunversazzioni dopu a 'sta riunioni, mia principessa?”
“ Sì, pricipi miu .”