Who: Blaise Zabini and OPEN What: Biding Time When: Monday afternoon Where: Some random corridor en route from Transfiguration to Slytherin
Blaise was more than ready to exit Hogwarts. He felt like he was being suffocated everywhere he went. Classes were extremely tedious and the push toward exams was highly repetitive. In fact he'd just finished dropping off an essay that had been due last week that had somehow got lost in the shuffle, or rather forgotten as he wished to be anywhere but there.
As much as he wasn't feeling classes any more, Blaise also had no desire to hide away in the Slytherin Common Room. Things weren't the way they'd once been. It seemed that the war had changed everyone in some form or fashion. He had yet to decide if these changes were for the better, not that it was his job to decide such things for others. However, the way some of them were affecting him left little to be desired and much to be explored. Both things he wished to ignore for as long as possible.
This is why Blaise was now sitting on a bench watching a spider that was busily working on its web. "If only my purpose were as well defined as your's," he told the creature.