WISHLIST: Princes among Paupers [Blaise/Justin]

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Author: Anonymous
Recipient: too_dle_oo
Title: Princes among Paupers
Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Justin Finch-Fletchley
Request/Prompt Used: really, really rich boys divided by blood status
Rating: G
Word Count/Art Medium: ~1500
Summary: When finding a prince in a world of peasants, what's a boy to do?
Notes: It's closer to pre-slash, to be honest, because the

Comments

[kiertorata]

Aaaa I loved this! The comments about the shoes were so funny, as was the exaggerated, fabulous poshness of the boys! And although it started off with a funny note, there was a deepness to the story, particularly the end. I would love to read more about these two.

[articcat621]

Loved this! Definitely left me wanting more of this tale <3

[cloelockless2]

*O* Oh my God I love this Blaise!
THIS:
"Blaise didn't have anything against poor people as such, but trying to befriend them was inconvenient. You couldn't ask them to meet up in Geneva over the holidays or invite them for an airing in the countryside without creating a fuss."

And this:
"Whatever happened to never touching blood traitors or Mudbloods, no matter what they look like?"

Pansy's voice irritated him more than usual. Everything about her looked sharp, ready to pounce, as if she stood a chance of rattling him.

"You've got lipstick on your teeth."

The barb hit its target, but there was little satisfaction in that. Blaise was tired of people.

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And from "I miss magic" to the end.

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This is such a wonderful pre-something story <3 Full of angsty background and a little heart-breaking at the end of both parts. I've never read a HP-fic with the war lived from afar, by people fleeing it and missing home. I want a full story about them and how they deal with this and how they get together (slowly). Please!!!

[too_dle_oo]

You had me at this perfect sentence: 'Blaise didn't believe in the saying No one looks at a man's shoes, because he always looked.' His snark about Draco's shoe taste (the same as Neville's!) had been cackling aloud. And this... 'Blaise didn't have anything against poor people as such, but trying to befriend them was inconvenient.' LOVE IT. Blaise is such an ass here, but I love it! Hufflepuffs 'like a swarm of co-dependent bees,' he overconfidence as he approaches Justin. It's PERFECT. ' Ennui wasn't loneliness.' ONLY Blaise would think of using the word 'ennui.'

And then you show us that terrible year, and sneak a good deal of heart into this tale! That last sentence is golden: it shows Blaise's self-awareness for the first time, and it hints at all sorts of possibilities for the future. Gosh, this is a marvelous story. Thank you so much for writing it!

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