Blaise Zabini.

Blaise Zabini trying to catch a glimpse of the Giant Squid by...

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 22:38:40 +0100

Blaise Zabini trying to catch a glimpse of the Giant Squid by the Black Lake in January 1997. Taken by Theo Nott

Did someone say party?

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 23:12:51 +0100

afairestwitch:

I’m glad you’re choosing to see the other side.

I’m full of surprises.

Did someone say party?

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 22:33:16 +0100

afairestwitch:

Life is too short to surround yourself with negative things, don’t you think?

Normally, I would disagree with you. But I actually think you’re right. Life is damn too short.

Did someone say party?

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 21:44:28 +0100

afairestwitch:

Come on, it’s not that bad.

I admire your optimism.

Flight || Blaise & Pansy

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 21:33:18 +0100

missp-ansy:

Pansy sat on her branch, watching as Blaise turned about, looking for the source of the noise. A small smirk graced the girl’s lips. He had no clue, none at all, and she relished in that fact for a moment. She stayed perfectly still, poising herself to shout again, when he looked up. Her foot nearly lost purchase, causing her to grab another branch to ensure she didn’t fall. But that movement had caused her to be seen.

“Damn you, Zabini!” she called down, amusement in her tone. But it was only then did she realize just how far off the ground she was. Breathe, Parkinson. She willed herself to step onto a lower branch, heart racing as she tried not to look at the ground. Pansy had never been a fan of heights, especially after falling off a rather out-of-control broom when she was eight. It had never stopped her from climbing a few trees when she felt particularly upset, but getting down was always a spectacle.

So it was with a slow, careful pace that she made her way down to the bottom most branch, holding onto the others for dear life.

Pansy didn’t look at Blaise until she had reached that bottom branch and went to hop down, glad to have her feet on solid ground. But the landing was bad, and she tipped forward, grabbing Blaise and pulling him down to the ground with her.

“Sorry about that,” she mumbled, turning over onto her back. Adrenaline was still coursing through her after her frightful descent, and as she peered back up at the tree a laugh escaped her. A full, genuine laugh that didn’t stop even as she sat up. Pansy full realized she must have seemed mad - and maybe she was - but at that moment didn’t really care.

“So, Zabini,” she asked, turning to him. “How have you been?

Blaise laughed, still looking up where Pansy had become more visible now. She was quite a way up the tree. He was actually impressed that she had managed to climb that far up. Even he would not have been comfortable being that far off the ground and he was fairly tall himself. Being on a broom didn’t count of course. Brooms were safe and steadier than any branch. You could guarantee that your broom wouldn’t snap if you sat on it too much. The same could not be said about a branch. So Blaise felt a little uneasy as Pansy descended.

He breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the bottom branch but just as he was about to say something, she tumbled forward and brought him down with her. He let out a groan as they hit the ground as the full impact had been taken by his back. Blaise wriggled about on the floor until he got the feeling back in his spine.

Then he heard the sound of female laughter and he looked up to see Pansy, just sitting there and laughing. He began to chuckle as well. “It’s alright. I should be wearier of girls falling out of tree at the sight of me.” Blaise smirked at her cockily. He stretched his body out and rested his head on his hands. “I’ve been just fine,” he sighed. “What about you? Been sweeping any other guys off their feet?” He joked, nudging her with his knee lightly.

Did someone say party?

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 21:29:08 +0100

afairestwitch:

Any excuse is good for a party.

That’s true. Anything to lighten this place up.

Disorientation | Blaise & Ginny

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 20:12:45 +0100

ginmw:

Ginny could feel her cheeks flushing, her head was all over the place, she knew that it was better to just stay inside when reading. The sun had called her out though, and after being trapped in the burrow most of the summer she couldn’t resist. When she realized that it was Blaise’s lap she had sat in, she was put on edge. He was a Slytherin and had sided differently during the war. There were so many grudges and vendettas going around from the war she didn’t know if he held one against her or anyone attached to her. As he spoke she relaxed slightly and let her heart slow it’s pace against her chest.

Ginny nodded slightly, “Yeah alright.” Ginny couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter as she sat next to him on the bench. “As comfy as your lap seems from my brief encounter, I’ve heard rumor of my brother running around this school, and I don’t think I really want to start off my year calming Ronald down and explaining that sitting on your lap won’t get my pregnant.” Ginny smiled up at Blaise, she wasn’t short, but she was still a few inches shorter than the older boy and it showed. Her brother? That’s why she was worried? Not her boyfriend? Was she really not seeing herself as his anymore? Shaking her head slightly to clear the thoughts from her head she leaned back against the brick wall behind them and let the sun hit her pale skin. “And they expect us to go to class when it’s this nice out?” She asked, a small smile still gracing her lips.

It wasn’t the norm to be joking around and chatting nicely with Ginny Weasley. Over their years at Hogwarts, the two had never got on. There had been more threats being made and names being called than any nice words thrown between them. But Blaise could no longer be bothered with that. In addition, she was no longer the annoying little weaslette. Still, he surprised himself with his invitation for her to join him and even more so when she placed herself down next to him.

Blaise raised an eyebrow at her. He thought it was a little strange that she had failed to mention her own boyfriend – at least, that’s what he assumed her relationship with Harry Potter was. Even to him, it was obvious enough. “Your brother’s really that protective? I thought he’d be keeping himself busy with Granger.” He shrugged casually. He did not know much about how the Gryffindors relationships worked. Unlike pureblood betrothals, they were not broadcasted throughout society. Although a little invasive, it was easier to keep up that way. Then again, Blaise had barely kept up with the way his own relationship had gone over the last few months.

Looking up at the sky, he squinted at the bright sun beaming down on the pair of them. Then he turned to her. “At the very least they could move the classrooms out here Potions outside sounds a little more appealing.” He laughed as the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

Did someone say party?

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 19:50:49 +0100

Muggle Literature is strange..

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 19:59:41 +0000

ginmw:

Depends on the book, what are you reading?

Hamlet.

The guy is mental.

Simulations are weird.

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 19:58:13 +0000

miss-astoria:

Oh, trust me, it definitely was.

But this really weird guy in my class smelled it…and then he tasted it.

Weirdo. That just proves they’ve started letting just about anybody into this place.

Muggle Literature is strange..

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:31:37 +0000

Simulations are weird.

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:29:28 +0000

miss-astoria:

A fake patient puked on me today.

It smelled like vanilla…

It might not be real but that’s still disgusting.

The Alchemy of Returning || Daphne + Blaise

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:22:55 +0000

wherethe-greengrass-grows:

Books, check; quills, check; mental capacity, check. Daphne had everything she needed to start class again and this time it was for something she loved: alchemy. Finally, a proper class could be offered, and not just any, but Advanced Alchemy. It would be perfect, the perfect escape from everything. The art of mixing the perfect amounts together made everything so scientific, while straying from it all together. She could get lost in the work of it for days, weeks even. The class was about to start and as the professor cleared his throat, the doors of the lecture hall burst open.

None other than Blaise Zabini stood in between the doors, slightly panting and nearly late. Daphne knew that the university was for all seventh years and select sixth years, but it slipped her mind that Blaise would be here. Perhaps, she purposefully sat in the ignorance of it—she was too smart to simply disregard it otherwise. Craning her neck around she locked eyes with him for less than a second before dropping her eyes. Daphne couldn’t manage the idea of having to talk about her summer and leaving with him. She knew it would happen soon, but she’d rather it be later.

Noticing that her lab seat was empty, she felt a short panic build. Blaise was going to be her lab partner. Shit. Daphne definitely wasn’t ready for this. She didn’t leave her vacation and solidarity for this. To return back to all she’d left behind. Taking in a deep breath she watched as the professor motioned to the seat where her rucksack was. Picking it up off the chair, she didn’t bother to look at Blaise. She heard him sit next to her and hoped that the professor would lecture all class so they wouldn’t need to speak with each other.

The first class on the first day and Blaise was already running late. He had had trouble navigating his way around his new surroundings and for the most part, he was too proud to admit that he was lost to ask someone for simple directions. All he needed was the Alchemy labs. Despite the indifferent appearance that he normally gave off, he was looking forward to starting his selected subject. It was something that he had been good at during his school years. His skills in Alchemy and Potions had landed him in Professor Slughorn’s club for people he considered special. Of course, his family connections may have also played a part in his being chosen but he purposely overlooked about that.

Finally, he found the room he had been looking for. As he opened the doors wide, Blaise could tell instantly that he was the last to arrive. The feeling of every pair of eyes on him did not bring as much discomfort as one particular set. Almost immediately and subconsciously, he eyes wandered to find Daphne’s. They stared at each other for the briefest moment. The professor at the front of the lecture hall gave him a disapproving frown which prompted Blaise, with a sigh, to move to the only spare spot he could find – right next to Daphne.

Sitting down beside her, he stayed silent. She was the very person he had been anxious to talk to all summer but now confronted with the chance, he was unsure that he was ready to. As quietly as he could, he unpacked all his equipment from his bag whilst the professor spoke. The class was entitled Advanced Alchemy: An Introduction. Blaise tried to the best of his ability not to let who he was sitting next to distract him. Unsuccessfully though. Searching through his bag, he realised that he didn’t have anything to make notes with. Rolling his eyes, he leaned over to Daphne and spoke in a low voice. “Have you got a spare quill?” It was typical. But if anytime to forget one was bad, this was the worst.

Flight || Blaise & Pansy

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:19:05 +0000

missp-ansy:

The September air was warm on Pansy’s face as she walked slowly through the grounds. The sun was out, the sky blue – it was perfect weather. But all she could think was how it was just a little too warm for her tastes, and how the breezes that went by messed up her hair and the sun was in her eyes. It seemed the scowl now on her face had become something of a permanent fixture on her features.

She eventually found herself standing underneath a large tree, staring up at one of its lower branches. Part of her wanted to try and climb up, but the other part was reminding her it had been years since she’d done such a thing. But she was also a lot smaller back then; it had taken far more effort then. Now, it appeared all she’d have to do was jump and hoist herself up. And so she did. It took a minute, but she managed to get herself sitting on the branch, leaning against the tree trunk.

It was quite nice, actually; she was shaded from the sun, and the light wind disturbed her less. The ghost of a smile just passed across her lips as she stared out over the grounds. For a brief moment, Pansy considered taking up flying. She’d never been accomplished at it, but she had never really practiced, either. She could see so much further when she was off the ground, and it all seemed so much further away.

Before long, Pansy had pulled herself so that she was standing on her branch, and grabbed onto the next higher. And then the next. Before long, she was far enough so that only someone standing directly under her, looking up, could spot her among the foliage. But she could see everything. Including a familiar dark-haired boy heading her way. The oh-so-familiar smirk found its way onto her face as he got closer and closer.

“Oi, Zabini!” she called out when he was close enough to hear, but hopefully not close enough to spot her unless he really looked.

Blaise was returning from his Notable Potioneers class and he felt like taking a detour around the grounds before going back to his student flat. The fresh air would hopefully wake him up. It wasn’t that his last class had been boring; it was just that there was not much to it except listening to lectures and taking scrolls after scrolls of notes, unlike Potions where there was more practical work. Despite only being there for a short time, he had already fallen into the routine of going through the same part of the grounds when he went on a walk. The weather had been really good and at that time of the day, the sun was brightest on that side of the university.

He was approaching a large tree when something stopped him in his footsteps. He could have sworn he had heard his name being called. Blaise looked behind him but the path was empty. Then he glanced around. There was no one around. Puzzled, he stepped forward before whipping his head round again to see if anyone was following. Then, just to check, he looked above. There was nothing but the tree. Just browning leaves and branches and…

Blaise thought he caught sight of a wisp of brown hair. Then one of the smaller branches moved a little bit but there was no wind. He tilted his head to the side and crossed his arms across his chest. “I can see you, Parkinson. What in Merlin’s name are you doing in a tree?”

Disorientation | Blaise & Ginny

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:09:13 +0000

ginmw:

Ginny kept her head in her book as she walked through the grounds. She was trying just to keep her mind on anything but the fact that she was back at Hogwarts, surrounded by snakes and back to the confusion that was her love life with Harry Potter. She threw herself into her pile of books that she had been meaning to read. It was starting to rival Hermione’s pile, but nothing quite as studious. Most of Ginny’s were muggle novels. Her favorite so far had been by an author called J.M Barrie. She had liked his tale about the boy who never grew up and the the far off land. Currently she was trying to get into a book called Jane Eyre. Ginny had found a small muggle book shop over the summer and became fiends with the owner and the book had been on his list of recommendations

As she walked through the sun filled grounds, Ginny let her hair fall over her face, limiting her view to the pages in front of her. Ginny had spent time learning the new grounds when she first arrived. She had tried to be outside as much as she could instead of trapped in the walls with all the ghost that were still lingering around her memory. She made her way over to one of the benches as she kept reading. She had been reading the same sentence over and over again and it was starting to get to her. She really should just sit and read. Making her way over to one of the benches she tucked her hair behind her ear trying to open up her peripheral view.

Stopping in front of the bench, Ginny just let her body stop for a moment and her brain finally absorb that bloody sentence she had been trying to get. Without looking down on the bench she went to sit down and found herself sitting on someone’s lap. Quickly jumping up, she could feel the heat of embarrassment running to her cheeks. “Shite, I’m sorry, I really should get my head out of my books…merlin I’m turning into ‘Mione. Sorry.” She said finally looking up and seeing who she had sat on. “Oh, Zabini…it’s you.” She said closing her book and running her hand trough her hair.

Blaise had pretty much lost himself in his own thoughts. So when a figure appeared in his line of sun, he looked up with a frown on his face. He could not make out who it was at first because they had their back to him. But the person had distinct bright orange hair falling past their shoulders. It was evidently a girl and judging by her height, she was younger than him but not by much. With her back turned, he couldn’t see any part of her face and he wondered if she had even seen him sitting there. She was stood directly in front of him. Then his surprise escalated when she sat on him, right in his lap.

“Watch it!” He called out promptly. The girl jumped up abruptly. Now that her face was revealed, Blaise recognised her immediately. Ginny Weasley. The name itself was enough to justify why they had not got in the past. Her family was beneath him – blood traitors. Then of course, she was a bloody Gryffindor and they sided differently during the war. But the war was over. Effort had been made to bridge the gap between people like Blaise and people like Ginny. He sighed. There was no need to waste his breath being hostile.

Looking up at her, squinting because of the bright sunshine, he could see her face was flushed. “No need to be embarrassed. Easy mistake. Just don’t worry about it, yeah?” Blaise shrugged before gesturing to the space next to him. “You can sit on the bench, if you want,” he proposed. “Unless you’d prefer my lap.” He clapped his hands to his legs while smirking at her. If he was honest with himself, he was grateful that she had turned up. He could have done with some distraction and he had barely spoken to anyone since arriving.

Disorientation | Open

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 03:30:15 +0000

There was something confusing about going somewhere new. It was more than the fact Blaise did not know his way around - whether a corridor ended in a classroom or a library - but it was the change that threw him off. He did not always like the things he was not accustomed to. He liked things staying the same. Of course, a little variation did not bother him every now and again - just to keep things interesting. But the university was a lot to take in. All that being said, the campus was still riddled with the faces he had known from his years at Hogwarts – some he was happy to see again, others he was not.

Blaise didn’t think he was ready to throw himself in at the deep end with regards to socialising. So after making sure his belongings were safely in his new housing, he took a walk around the grounds while trying to understand his new surroundings. The university emulated what Hogwarts school had been like. Students were all grouped together, hurrying around, gossiping and laughing. On the surface nothing had changed at all. Everyone was still going about their lives. The structure was new but people were still the same. There was something strangely comforting about that.

Outside, around the back of the building, was a large green. Clusters of his peers were littered across it. Blaise strolled out onto the grass to find a quiet spot on a bench with full view of the grassy area. His hands were in his pockets and he stretched his legs out on the seating. The autumn sun was beaming down. Blaise’s thoughts drifted back to the summer unintentionally. It was not until a shadow cast over him that he snapped out of his reverie and looked up to see someone standing in his sunlight.

missp-ansy: Don’t mention it, Zabini. Everyone keeps talking about it like it’s definitely...

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 03:25:40 +0000

missp-ansy:

Don’t mention it, Zabini.

Everyone keeps talking about it like it’s definitely happening. But I know Draco, he’ll find a way out of it. I know he will.

Okay.. So what if he does? What then? Do you see yourself riding off into the sunset with him?

Just thrilled to be here.

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 03:19:56 +0000

wherethe-greengrass-grows:

It didn’t think it mattered…

I was kinda just… done.

I know the feeling.

missp-ansy: Oh, right, I…I heard about that… But it’s ok, you deserve better than a Greengrass...

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 03:10:48 +0000

missp-ansy:

Oh, right, I…I heard about that…

But it’s ok, you deserve better than a Greengrass anyway.

~~You and Draco both.~~

Thanks, Parkinson.

I heard about Draco’s betrothal. I’m sorry.

Just thrilled to be here.

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 03:05:47 +0000

wherethe-greengrass-grows:

I went away for the summer, so sue me!

I didn’t feel the need to explain to the world that I was leaving.

Wasn’t asking you to tell the world. Just me.