Blaise Selwyn Zabini (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dark_blaise) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Blaise's week had been insane. The beginning had been full of fielding the remaining owls and validating the decisions made by the board. He hadn't realized just how much weight his reports of the clubs would weigh along with their records. Thankfully he'd had some experiences after the war with unwarranted anger directed in his direction. Therefore he'd been able to successfully squelch a good bit of it without losing his mind.
"Stating with out me," he observed walking over to where Marcus sat, fire whiskey already in his hand as he pulled out a chair and turned it around before having a seat.