Who: Blaise Zabini
What: Getting himself all paranoid.
When: The 9th, shortly after receiving the letter from Mrs. Brown. During a free period.
Where: The library.
Rating: G, 'cause...it's in the library.
Satus: Open thread, or stand-alone post. I was just bored.

It was the letter that did it. Blaise rarely received anything by owl post during the school year, and so individual letters always came as a surprise. The last one had been downright startling, to say the least, and now... this. Both times, he'd thought for a moment that it might be word from his mother, and both times he'd been disappointed to that effect. He knew that he shouldn't have been. His mother was probably too busy to write. It was one of the many reasons he'd chosen not to alert her to this marriage business. After all, it wasn't anything that she could help him with... and he wasn't entirely sure that she'd care.

No, Blaise wasn't really upset by the fact that this new letter was from somebody else's mother, and not his own. He was upset by its content. There was something that felt wrong about it, when he took it in consideration with everything else. He frowned, and started to jot his notes privately. The conclusion, when he reached it, was disturbing. A conspiracy. A conspiracy to get him to marry some girl he barely knew of, orchestrated by one of three sources. The girl's friend, the girl herself, or the government. The thought that everything could just be a coincidence didn't even cross his mind. His brain simply wasn't wired to accept coincidences.

He sighed, tapping his quill against his journal. He wasn't sure who to approach about it, if anyone, or what his next move should be. He felt as though he'd been sat down in the middle of a game of Wizard's Chess without being told whether he was playing the black side or the white. At times like this, Blaise sometimes wished he'd had confidants.