Who: Blaise Zabini and Alicia Spinnet When: Wednesday evening Where: Bar in Diagon What: Idk, sniping at each other. Rated/Status: Lowish, probs language. Incomplete
Blaise leaned back in his chair, disinterested in the conversation going on around him. This meeting was dragging far too long, but meetings at bars over drinks always led people to agree to things they wouldn't normally. Currently, they were trying to secure financial support for one of their clients. For the past two hours, it had been a back and forth, discussing the candidate's weaknesses and strengths, could he really succeed in this political climate? Why should they put money behind him? Blaise didn't ever particularly care for money, but it was an aggravatingly necessary thing. There was a lull in the conversation, and Blaise finally deigned to offer his opinion.
"This whole, W.A.P. thing will likely be taken care of in the next term. Whether our boy has anything to do with it- unlikely, considering he'll be a first-year, but we can still play up that he was part of the body that did it. The public likes that. They're scared. Someone who kept them safe and their children safe and their-" he pulled a cigarette out, lit it. "-ideals that the last war made this all a warm fuzzy place again. Whatever is precious to them. Most of these people will never be in any danger of anything, but they're scared. We use that as our angle, it's easy to get anyone into that seat, and keep him there."
After another round, the deal was sealed, handshakes everywhere. Blaise's boss nodded approvingly, said he'd see him in the morning. Blaise polished off his drink, was ready to stub out his cigarette and head home. But then he noticed a familiar girl stepping up to the bar. He checked his watch, and it was still early. But, for a girl that had tried to off herself and failed, maybe all the time was a good time to drink. Blaise lit up another cigarette and sidled up next to her. "Bourbon, please," he told the bartender, then turned his head to consider the girl next to him.
"You flew brilliantly last week," he said with a small smirk, taking a long drag. He knew full and well she was still benched. "I was so impressed."