Who: Padma Patil, Blaise Zabini When: 11 November; Noonish Where: Zabini Residence; Padma's bedroom Rating: Medium? Language maybe. Summary: Blaise and Padma finally converse after he locks her within her bedroom due to this.
Day Six.
Padma had already served five days of near complete solitude, with limited interaction from Blaise’s house elf and the forced silence was getting to her. Better than Azkaban, but still miserable. Padma thought about seeing if she could escape from a window, but the height kept her from even trying. She generally liked time to herself, but this was getting ridiculous. Padma wanted to see her sister, wanted to continue her training at St. Mungo’s because sitting here dwelling on her upcoming marriage to the jerk Blaise Zabini had manifested himself into was just pissing her off more. Punishment for writing the truth wasn’t doing anything but encouraging Padma to make a stance. Blaise had taken everything away from her, but she was still determined not to let him have the upper hand.
Options were limited as to what Padma could do to pass the time, her book gifted from Anthony ended up serving as much of her entertainment, she’d read if a few times now. Hearing the door start to open peeked her curiosity, she almost hoped to see Blaise’s mother coming to ask opinions over lunch on the wedding. The house elf never seemed to use the door, so it was ruled out quickly. Why she even had a glimmer of thought his mother would ask her opinion on the wedding was beyond her; his mother likely had already changed any details Padma had made back to her own. It didn’t matter anymore though.
Blaise’s face just angered her all the more and she placed her book on the bedside table to allow her arms to cross in display of how displeased she was with him. Head turned away from his direction, and she refused to greet him. Padma was growing desperate for interaction, but she wouldn’t just instantly sink that low and pretend as if everything were alright.