Blaise Zabini has more class than you (blaisethezabini) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-02-06 23:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, blaise zabini, pansy parkinson |
Who: Pansy and Blaise
Where: Their room
When: Wednesday night, after Blaise's first day of 'training'
What: alone time and discussions
Rating: possibly medium? Don't see it going higher than that.
Blaise felt like his arm was going to fall off. He felt like he was back at Hogwarts, and had just pulled an all-nighter finishing a History essay. Muggle pens still confused him, though after a whole day of using them, he felt like quite the expert. He was very glad to be going home at the end of a long and tiring day to his wife; it was strange how being in such a strange place made him appreciate his wife more. He wasn't near love, not yet, but being in Muggle NYC pushed him closer every day.
"Pansy?" he called as he entered their flat. "Please tell me there's something for supper." No house-elves was definitely taking some getting used to, but he wasn't about to start cooking. He kicked off his shoes and promptly fell on the sofa, groaning and holding a pillow over his head. "I never want to see a Muggle pen again," he muttered into the pillow. "I hate being a responsible adult."
He didn't know if Pansy heard his last two statements. He was certain she had kept busy herself today. Hopefully with something more exciting that insurance papers in triplicate.