Welcome to the nightmare WHO: Blaise Zabini WHERE: Room 117 WHEN: Late Afternoon RATING: PG for now STATUS: Complete
Seven years of Hogwarts education completed with nothing left to do but wait for the final grades. He knew he had done well, though he had few ideas about what to actually DO now that he was done. However, meeting his latest father for the first time had NOT been on any agenda of his. Blaise hadn't even realized his mother had found her latest victim catch yet, let alone knew she had married. He had excused himself as soon as possible pleading fatigue. Zabini was tired... tired of dealing with all the men in and out of his life, tired of all the marriages, tired of all the funerals. He was just tired. He flopped back on the comfortable four poster in his bedroom and stared at the ceiling for a while letting his thoughts overtake him. He could care less if he got wrinkles in his expensive wizarding robes right now.
He had no idea when he had fallen asleep and he wasn't quite sure what had woken him up. It could have been anything as he was always a light sleeper when a new father came into the home. He had been ever since he was seven. The minute he awoke he realized something was wrong. He wasn't in his four poster. His eyes snapped open quickly and he rolled out of the bed and looked around. His heart was beating heavily in his chest. What was going on? This didn't look at all like any place he had been to. Could it be... Azkaban? He had never been to the wizard prison but he didn't feel the despair that was supposed to cloak that island. Not despair but he did feel fear. Belatedly he pulled out his wand.
Zabini didn't like surprises or strange situations. That was when bad things happened to you. Slowly he looked through the room. There wasn't much here, though it seemed to be set up for two, and it was NOT up to his standards for a living environment. Having gotten no useful information he steeled himself to try and leave and deal with whatever might be outside. Mindful that he had no idea of what he was walking into, it took him a bit to decide whether or not he would leave the room with his wand out. Eventually he decided that it was best to hide what advantages he had. He pocketed the wand and then held his triquetra medallion in his hand and said a quick prayer to the goddess. Then he opened the door and stepped out into the hall. Looking up and down the hall he saw rows and rows of rooms, somewhat like those at the Leaky Cauldron but not really. "What the bloody hell is going on?"