Blaise Zabini (en_blaise) wrote in enigma_rpg, @ 2009-03-30 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 2004-03, character: blaise zabini, character: drucilla rosier |
RP: Memories
When: March 30, 2004
Who: Blaise, Drucilla
Where: The London home
Private/Public: Private
Rating: All Ages
Summary: Blaise finally gets his memories back.
Ever since the attack at the Dionysia Centre, of watching the house crumble as his mother quickly pushed him outside, Blaise had been getting flashes of memory. Or at least he thought they were memory flashes, though it was hard to tell since most of them were erratic, confusing and not at all fitting in with the pictures he had of reality now.
As a result, he'd been keeping to himself since then. Keeping a journal, noting these memories down, asking his mother about a few… As bored as he was getting with this, it was the only thing that made sense to do. The insecurity of not knowing, the dangers that were obviously out there – no he needed to know before he left the safety of his home. Needed to know that this really was an accident, and not some result of the people who had attacked at the centre.
For the first time since he'd been found, he was starting to see the wisdom of his mother's worry.
With the extremely slow progress he'd been making, and the healers again and again telling him that there was nothing really wrong with him, that the damage was Muggle and not Magical and that there therefore was nothing they could do about it but wait, he had not expected simply waking up and remembering all of it at once one day. And yet that was exactly what happened.
Well maybe not exactly all of it, when he focused there were still blanks in his mind, but as he sat up in his bed, staring out into the darkness, more and more flooded back to him. His mother getting ready for a party when he was a child. Himself and Draco back in school. Travelling around the world. People he'd met. Friends he'd had.
And worst of all – his behaviour over the last three months hadn't mercifully slipped into oblivion as the other memories had emerged. No they stood in bright contrast to who he was, and what behaviour he found appropriate. Too bad he had too much self preservation to bang his head against the wall until he could make those particular memories go away.
With a shudder he ordered the lights to go on in the room and called and elf. He didn't even look to see if it had arrived, but simply ordered it to go and get his mother as he swept a silk robe around himself. Walking over to the window he looked out, waiting for his mother to arrive as he scanned the memories in his head. It was enough to make him groan and wish to pick up travelling again. Not that it would help.
But before he could do anything, he needed to check with his mother and reassure himself that the memories he had now were real and not some fabrication. Then he could deal with everything else.