Who: Blaise, JD What: Plottery! Random Quidditchy run in! When: Backdated! Summer of '97 Where: Quality Quidditch Supplies Rating: TBD, probably low.
Blaise wasn't entirely sure that he was trying out, yet. It was his last year, and the only chance he'd have to play Quidditch. Given how many of the team had left school as well, it seemed as if he'd have a decent chance. He wasn't rabidly interested in Quidditch, but he liked the idea of playing, nonetheless. And given the rising tide of. . . slanted Prophet articles, and the atmosphere the school had ended in last year, Blaise was reasonably sure that school was going to be a tense, uncertain affair this year, and that he would welcome the distraction that a new focus on playing might yield him.
His mother, of course, disapproved. She disliked the idea of any activity that could end in him suffering broken bones or marring his face. If he was quite honest, her disapproval wasn't exactly a detriment to his decision. Blaise did his utmost to keep his exacting mother happy, and cared for her, going so far as to remain in a class he disliked and wasn't talented in, just because she'd been disappointed that he didn't excel. But he sometimes took pleasure in mild, quiet rebellions too. In the past, that had mostly meant him failing to bother playing nice with her husband-of-the-moment. But as she was, for the moment, single (despite several men's best efforts at making that untrue), Blaise took his little victories where he could.
Quidditch seemed a likely one, and Blaise ignored Melina's tsk of disapproval when he told her he would be home later, and wanted to stop in the Quidditch supply first.
He took a few moments once there, looking over the newest broom models. His own was only a year old, and likely not worth replacing familiarity with the unknown for a slightly sleeker model, but he looked, anyway, before turning his attention to the accessories, surveying the pads available and then gesturing toward what he assumed was a shopgirl, lurking nearby. "Is this all the stock available? And how long does it usually take to order custom fitted guards?" he asked her.