Blaise Palmiro Zabini (pl_blaise) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-11-08 12:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 november, blaise zabini, sally-ann perks |
Who: Blaise Zabini and Sally-Ann Perks.
What: Blaise is demanding an exit.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Path toward Hogsmeade, just at the start of the Quarantine shield.
Rating: Low.
Status: Complete.
This was impossible. Blaise screamed in rage and frustration, cursing the Quarantine shield and wishing his words had magical power to back them up. Futilely he banged his fists against the invisible force field, either unfeeling or uncaring of the warning the shield sent back.
Days earlier, Blaise had awoken to find himself feeling sluggish, like he could sleep an extra ten hours and still feel tired. He skipped Quidditch practice, later chalking it up to a headache when questioned by Constantine. At the time he figured it wasn't entirely untrue.
Hoping it would go away on its own, Blaise refused to think of the virus as the cause of his symptoms. It wasn't unusual for him to keep to himself, so there were no questions as to why Blaise kept his own company. Study, exercise, tell no one. He went through his days mechanically, avoiding contact with others as much as possible.
This morning he awoke to find he could not produce a shaving charm. Panicked, he tried Lumos. Aguamenti. Nothing but a trickle of water came out of the end of his wand.
Blaise packed his trunk quickly, trying not to dwell on the fact that 'quickly' without magic still meant it took him a good amount of time. Dragging it behind him, he set out for the edge of the Quarantine. In his mind, there was no longer any reason for him to be in Hogwarts. He would get out if it was the last thing he did.
"You can't keep me here!" Blaise shouted at the empty expanse of air. "You can't keep me here!"