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Bouin - A Day in the Life of Little Mrs. Zabini

The headline of the Prophet's Daily reads:

"Such an unpretentious day in the life of little Madame Zabini."

After the addition of a hostess and a young master in the Zabini Mansion, the whole house became more lively. Even the house elf, who originally had a clean tea towel, added a new equipment-a cute woolen hat .

Of course, this was all typed by Anne in her spare time (of course there are many failed products), and since these house elves are naturally very sensitive to the word "liberation", this woolen hat is called labor exchange "award".

The wizarding world has always been curious about this new mistress, and Rita Skeeter, a central force in our gossip entertainment forums, is no exception.

What was a day in the life of little Madame Zabini?

Rita Skeeter didn't have a good relationship with Annie because she edited an essay when she was in fourth grade, much to the chagrin of the Zabinis today.

How to approach this family?Rita Skeeter thought about it, and finally decided to use the old method, transforming into a beetle, and the task of sneaking into Zabini's mansion began.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Zabini House started a new day.

Rita Skeeter turned into a Beatle and lay in front of the Zabini couple's window, ready to capture some erotic images as headlines.

She slipped through a gap in the white window rail, carrying with her a miniature shorthand quill and parchment.The couple's room is decorated in warm tones, with their wedding photos hanging above the bed.

In Rita Skeeter's understanding of Anne Panik, this photo is definitely the most formal photo she has ever seen of Anne. In the photo, Anne is dressed in a white wedding dress, as if being banished. Kidnapped generally remained motionless, even the smile on his face was so stiff.

She began to write down with a pen: Regarding the marriage of this couple, the author has a bold guess-maybe Miss Panik did not do it voluntarily...

(Actually because it's a Muggle photo, taken by Colin Creevey)

She continued to stretch her head to observe, and her eyes fell on the light yellow quilt.

"The author did not guess wrong. In the daily life of the Zabini couple, in order to express her dissatisfaction, Miss Panik often occupied 3/4 of the bed by herself, causing Mr. Zabini to shrink into a ball. This does not seem to be normal marriage."

Well, our heroine is up.

Blaise sat up from the bed, his hair was messed up, and he yawned again and again. He went to the window and opened the curtains. The sunlight illuminated the whole room. Anne gave a soft "um" and covered her head with the quilt.

"Sleep for another half hour."

"Wake up, good boy." Blaise patted the bulge under the quilt, but seeing no movement, he could only use the old method to urge his wife to get up.

This trick was also learned from his old father-in-law William Panik. Blaise squeezed his throat, coughed a few times, and finally decided to choose the bass that was as heavy as a bell.

"The sun is drying your ass, and the pigs are getting up, but you still don't get up!"

Anne was so frightened that she immediately sat up on the bed, picked up a goose feather pillow and threw it at Blaise, and fell back on the bed.

"Get up, are you up?" Blaise Zabini coaxed and grabbed Anne's elbow, calming his wife's anger like coaxing a child.

"Don't kiss me, I didn't brush my teeth, and neither did you." Annie stood up with difficulty, and walked to the window, "Bring some air and you should wake up a bit."

At this time, Rita Skeeter was still busy writing the paragraph: "Mrs. Zabini will refuse her husband's kiss in the morning..."

"Huh? Are there bugs?" Annie lay down in front of the window and looked at a small beetle. She was still the same as when she was a child. She was not afraid of shelled bugs, but those soft crawlers.

"Fuck you!" Annie flicked the little beetle lightly.

"What's wrong?" Blaise put his arms around his wife's waist from behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"It's okay, a little bug. By the way, my dad came to see Nancy today."

"Ah! He's here again?!" Blaise's body tensed immediately, "How many times is this month?"

"Hmm... No way, he likes Nancy so much, and he doesn't know how Nancy was passed on to William from another generation. She is so ordinary but so confident." Annie spread her hands helplessly.

"Maybe it's not inherited from another generation." Blaise was embarrassed all of a sudden.

Rita Skeeter struggled to get up from the flowers, and continued to add ink to her article without paying attention to the dead leaves on her head.Nancy Zabini, that's also a good one to watch.

Nancy Zabini is the eldest daughter of the Zabini couple. What will happen to this girl who grew up in such a wealthy family?

Will she become a spoiled girl?

And what about Anne Panik's relationship with her mother-in-law, Nalinda Zabini?

Rita Skeeter's Pens Are Already 'Hungry and Thirsty'

At 08:30 in the morning, it was time for the Zabini family to have dinner together.

The dining table is covered with a monochromatic tablecloth, with a few pots of lily of the valley as decorations in the middle, eggs are beaten directly on the buttered toast, and an extra plate of bacon is served. The drinks include fruit juice, milk, and herbal tea.

"Mother, good morning!" Annie and Nalinda gave a mother-in-law hug, and then kissed little Nancy.

"Mom, I'm an adult, and adults don't want to kiss." Little Nancy pouted with her hips on her hips. She likes to wear Muggle overalls and a sweater, pretending to be a little adult. Last time, she pretended to be a big sister. Take Malfoy's Scorpius up a tree.

Merlin... This made the unfamiliar relationship between Annie and Draco even worse.

Of course, there are more things that little Nancy likes to do. As the king of children, she has many little followers behind her. Annie took her to an old acquaintance's house, and little Nancy was going to take in a little follower.

Although these little followers have never met each other.

There are only three people who make Nancy suffer, George from Fred Weasley's family, Fred from George Weasley's family, and James from Potter's family.It was the three mountains that crushed Nancy and prevented her from becoming the eldest sister.

"Who said adults don't need kisses? You see, parents need them!" Nalinda educated Nancy earnestly.

Nancy shook her head consciously, "They... are still too naive."

"Puff...cough cough cough..." Annie almost choked on the milk, "Nancy, where did you learn all this?"

"Grandpa said it!"

"Little Nancy!"

Really speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.

William came to the gate of Zabini's mansion with big bags and small bags, all of which were gifts for Nancy. He didn't expect to be as stingy as William, who spent so much money on his granddaughter in his old age.

Annie couldn't help but suspect that this was William's way of buying off the next generation.

Nancy also lived up to William's expectations, and became more and more like him. Nancy even composed a song "Only Grandpa is Good in the World".

"Dad, you still put on a bad face to Nancy."

William sat on the rocking chair with his granddaughter's head curled up, recalling his youth, and then slapped the floor embarrassingly.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Things became more interesting. Rita Skeeter wrote and sweated, taking a page full of notes. If you want to talk about her relationship with William Panick, you can only say that she is unfamiliar, very unfamiliar.

But Rita Skeeter wrote a lot about William's campus news when she was a student. The whole school liked to hear about the private life of this magical character, especially the story between William Panik and his roommate, which was once on the academy news topone.

"Grandpa, when will I grow up? I want to be as tall as my parents." Little Nancy lay beside William's knee, and William patted her head.

"Nancy is an adult, can I get a cookie for Grandpa?"

Nancy helped William bring it over.

"Wow! Nancy! You are so amazing! Grandpa couldn't hold biscuits when he was your age!" William shouted in feigned surprise, "Can Nancy help grandpa make a cup of tea again?"

"it is good!"

Annie watched this scene happen, William turned his head meanly and said to Annie, "Look, I said she is as stupid as you were when you were a child."

"You treat a child pua, how are you?" Annie retorted.

"Why is it pua? Nancy is voluntary!" As soon as William finished speaking, Nancy brought tea and waited for her grandfather's praise with a smile on her face.

"Nancy is really amazing! She has surpassed her peers!"

Let's play, you can continue to play!

"But...To be honest, I'm quite envious of Nancy, at least she can laugh out loud at this age." Annie looked at Nancy with emotion.

"I know how hard it is for you to hold back your laughter when you were young, how should I put it...Actually...I...I am very kind to you..." William held back for a long time, but he couldn't say the word "love", probably because he was a "father" , It's embarrassing to say it.

Annie is going out to work, and Rita Skeeter continues to record on the small bag that Annie often carries on her back: As the hostess of a wealthy family, she still has to go out to work independently, which makes it difficult for the author not to doubt Miss Panik The relationship with this family is not harmonious...

Blaise personally sent her to work. The radio station of the Ministry of Magic is in the rightmost office on the third floor. There is a huge space inside. As soon as you open the door, you can see the ground like stars. The whole room looks like a ball. There are two golden trumpets in the shape of petunias on the wooden table.

"Hi! Good morning! Annie!" Lee Jordan had just cut off his Jamaican dreadlocks, leaving only those curly braids.

"Morning! Today is another busy day!"

"Well, look at this news, I almost died laughing..."

From ten o'clock in the morning to four o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Zabini's boring working hours.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Zabini finally got off work.

Annie stood outside the telephone booth of the Ministry of Magic, waiting for her husband to pick her up. The setting sun reflected the whole street, and her face was orange-red. She was no longer young, and her face had freckles.

Only those eyes remained bright.

"The days go by quickly, don't they?"

Rita Skeeter didn't know whom she was talking to.

"Ms. Skeeter? I know you're an unregistered Animagus, and you've been lying on top of my bag all day." Annie said, and Rita no longer hid her identity.

"Since you already knew, why didn't you drive me away?" There were many pearls on her sharp black-rimmed glasses, and the shorthand quill was still young.

"I thank you for writing an article for Harry, although it was forced." Anne said, "Now we are all living in peaceful times, and maybe some people like to find some exciting and fresh things in these peaceful times. "

"What you said is really like what those pacifists said. It's just digging up some of your personal revelations. It's not a big deal, but your life is really ordinary, doing ordinary jobs, and leaving nothing behind. Make any name, if you want, my article can make you a hit, just a little change..."

"My life is very happy, and being ordinary is the happiest." Annie sighed softly, "Write something real, that's what people like to read."

Rita Skeeter blushed.

"That pair of glasses is hard to wear, isn't it?" Annie said, helping her take off the glasses. "Without these weights, doesn't it feel a lot easier to look at the world?"

"Annie!" Blaise had already arrived. Annie put on her backpack and ran towards her lover. She jumped onto his back, and he picked her up as well, with his hands on her legs.

"How is it? Are you tired today?"

"Not tired! What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Hmm...Nancy wants to eat puffs, but I think she should cut down on sweets."

………………

Rita couldn't see the faces of the two of them clearly, only two groups of figures disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun. Without the glasses, it was as if there were no restraints. She couldn't see everything clearly, but she seemed to see the whole world clearly.

"Little girl...you are the same as before." She pulled a women's cigarette from her pocket.

She recalled the fourth grader, Anne Panik.

In the middle of the night, she changed the manuscript, which was definitely the most unremarkable article she had ever written, but she decided on a strange name.

Such was the life of little Mrs. Zabini's day.

The author has something to say:

感谢在2021-10-0200:19:24~2021-10-1121:36:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of chewing gum ducks;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!