Who: Angelina Johnson and Blaise Zabini When: Friday Afternoon Where: Ministry of Magic What: Snarking and such. Status: Complete!
Angelina hated the Ministry. It was stuffy and full of people she didn't like. Plus she could never find anything in it. She needed to renew her Quidditch Mediwitch certification, but no one knew how to help her. She had filled out ten forms and spoken to six people, but was still not renewed and growing more and more frustrated.
Stepping into the lift for the tenth time, Angelina huffed as the doors closed. "Bloody Ministry."
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Blaise had just come back to lunch. Talking with Astoria over the journals had put him in a bad mood. She knew she was different than other girls, but Merlin, he couldn't have predicted she would be so sensitive to an opinion.
He saw someone step into the lift and he ran to catch it. He had twenty minutes till his break was over but he wanted to get some research done. As the lift doors closed, he heard the witch he had followed say something and he turned to smirk at her. Which quickly faded as soon as he saw who it was. "Johnson. What're you doing here?"
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Angelina was use to being addressed by her last name. She didn't think much of it at first. Then she processed the tone and found herself frowning. She was allowed in the Ministry. Not all halfbloods were out to kill people and get revenge. She was a Healer and a damn good one at that.
Turning to see who was talking to her, Angelina snorted at the sight of Zabini. "Don't see why that's any of your business," she said.
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Blaise turned his head on Johnson and stared at the lift doors. He couldn't stand being trapped in a lift with her. "Last I checked, your place was in Mungo's. Not here. I want to know why you're here. Is that so wrong?"
He didn't realize he glaring at the wall. He hated her. He didn't even want to bother to be polite yet annoying like he had been with that Weasley chit. He wanted out. Why the hell was this lift taking so long?
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A Gryffindor to boot, Hestia was only amused at his obvious dislike of her. She knew how he must see her. She was obviously smart, successful and could take him in a brawl. Angelina knew she wasn't anything like a proper witch and that must have driven him mad.
Shame too. He looked like he'd be a good tumble.
"My place? Hmm. Wasn't aware I had a place. Thank you so much for pointing that out to me." Angelina had dealt with the likes of Flint, Montague and Pucey. Zabini didn't even compare.
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Blaise sighed with frustration and turned to glare at her. "Are you going to answer my question, or are you going to be a stereotypical gryffindor and act as if you're better than me?" She wasn't. In any way. Just because her team got lucky and beat his at Quidditch... No, she wasn't better.
Still, Blaise glanced at her, then looked back at the lift doors. She was attractive. She had attitude. But she was a Gryffindor, and that made her as appealing as shagging Snape.
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"The word you are looking for isn't better. It's... No. You're right. Better works." Angelina was enjoying this! Getting under Slytherins' skin was always so fun. Fred would've been proud of her. Shame he wasn't around anymore. "I'm here because I need to be. Isn't that reason enough?"
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His glaring at the lift doors intensified as they opened and she didn't get off. Better. "Oh, yes, you're so much better than me." He made the sarcasm evident. He made a mental note to talk to the maintence, surely this lift was going slowly. Much slower than normal. "And why do you need to be here?"
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"So many questions. Are you hoping to learn something about me that no one else knows? If I didn't know better I would say you wanted to get to know me." Which was obviously not true, but it seemed like just the thing to say to annoy him.
Angelina looked up as the lift creaked and groaned. It better not break. She wasn't sure how much wit she had for tonight.
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"Fine. Don't answer me. I'm not that curious, and the last thing I would want is for you to get the wrong impression." He looked up as well, oh if it broke, that would be wonderful. At least he wouldn't be stuck with her.
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"You know," she said as the doors opened and a few people joined them. "You really ought to do something about that attitude. It's a horrible one. I suspect it's a result of Hippogriff Flu. Highly contagious. Leaves one in a right foul mood. I wouldn't stand too close to him, folks." Angelina smirked with satisfaction as a few people inched away from Blaise.
The doors opened again and Angelina darted out of the lift witha triumphant smile. "I'd be more than happy to give you a check up, Sir. Have a lovely day."
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Blaise couldn't help but smirk. She had actually helped him. He hated when people stood too close to him. "Hippogriff flu, of course. I'm sure you'd love to check me out." Blaise rolled his eyes as the doors closed. One floor to go and he could go to his office and forget about that stupid Gryffindor.