Who: BLELLA; aka Blaise and Ella What: Ella tries a different approach to letting off steam; she's found the cookies and has thusly gone to the dark side When: Saturday, 9:45 pm onward Where: Blaise's new private room Warnings: Violence, Torture, Mind-fuckery....<---Language? XD
Ella had a plan. Her plan involved making people cry at try-outs, getting piss-faced drunk and playing a little game with Blaise Zabini and the first servant girl she could think of whose parents she could at least vaguely picture in her mind's eye.
After having posted the newest Quidditch roster and downing half a bottle of rum, Ella packed her ropes, hid her wand up her sleeve and grabbed a few other supplies that may or may not be necessary for the events she had planned.
Arriving at Blaise's room precisely at 9:45 that night and knocked on the door. Normally she'd have barged in, but as she didn't know Blaise, nor the hexes that could potentially be on his doorway. With a wicked grin, she waited. Tonight would be one to remember.