Blaise went to the party. Of course he did, he was a Zabini. He had plenty of experience going to parties and acting the part of carefree pureblood when he wanted to be doing anything else. Right now he wanted to be in his own time. Though there was a decent sized part of himself who wondered if he could find out who his real father was. He had his doubts that his mother's first husband was really his father. But being here in the past was dangerous, and he was intelligent enough to know to stay quiet and had plenty enough experience in doing so. He dreaded to think about what some of the others sent back were letting slip though. He sighed and leaned against the wall while he watched people mill about. Keeping to himself was safe but dreadfully boring.