Characters: Blaise Zabini Location: Zabini Manor Date: Saturday, April 19, 2001 Time: 9:00 am Rating: PG
Blaise had absolutely adored France for the time being. There was no fallout from the war that had shaken the British Wizarding world to its core. He could be a supremist an no one falted him for his ideals. He was even able to participate in a rally for the French Minister elections that allowed him to deride Muggleborns and the impurities they brought into their world. The contrast in the two worlds made him shake his head as he looked at the daily edition of the Prophet. Did the French Ministry know how close the British world was to inviting all Muggles to know about their existance? Had the current morons in charge of the British Ministry shared thier plans with neighboring entities?
Disgusted, he tossed the paper on the floor and picked up his morning coffee. Staring out the window, he finished his cup and pushed his chair back to hear a squeak and apology as he bumped into the house elf that had come to pick up the paper he'd tossed away. Blaise gave the elf a good kick as he headed out the room. "At least the Ministry isn't making us be kind to all creatures yet," he grumbled before heading to the makeshift gallery to see if the the new conterfeit piece was ready for transport back to France.