Blaise had been pacing the length and width of the room for what had seemed like hours to him. The trial kept replaying in his head over and over, the chaos and final verdicts echoed eerily over the din of the fighting that had erupted from the spectators. He had been innocent, Theodore had been innocent, and yet they were both found guilty and imprisoned. Blaise had no answers as to why he was in a locked room at the rehabilitation flats and yet Theodore Nott was in Azkaban. It seemed wrong and completely backward to him.
Processed, stripped, and dressed in a set dull white cotton robes, Blaise had begun asking to see Melinda Bobbin before the sun had even broke over the horizon. He needed answers and he knew she would grudgingly give them to him even if Nott had asked her not to. He needed to get a message to a few people and hoped that his former lover and friend would willingly deliver them.
Looking up when the door opened, Blaise stopped pacing the floor and walked toward Melinda. She looked down trodden and upset, it gave him pause and it cleared the haze in his brain. The Ministry had stopped the drugging and beating but the after effects lingered and Blaise was still fighting the way it confused him and slurred his words. "Melinda." He said finally, reaching out for her but stopping short of touching her without her permission.