Who: Padma Patil, Blaise Zabini When: September 26th, Early Hours of the Day Where: Zabini Residence; Blaise's Bedroom Rating: Medium, maybe? Warnings: Padma is pissed. =[ Summary: Blaise decides to continue with his jerk ways and Padma's temper flairs.
Furious seemed like such a descriptive word, and yet, right now, the word was so much an understatement. Padma was tired, just completely exhausted by anything and everything Blaise. She had decided to play along with his subservient façade, but even that just wasn’t good enough. More than anything his words hurt, not because she felt they were true, but because she hated that Blaise felt the need to degrade her publicly. It showed very little respect and quite frankly, Padma was not going to put up with this.
Blaise could have gotten his bloody tiramisu himself! In fact, he had the desert as she angrily trudged towards his room. Several times she had tried to talk herself out of this rage and nothing was coming of it. Who cared if he was going to lock her in her room? And who cared if he would take the bloody journal from her? (She had carried the item with her, ready to hand it over willingly.) Padma just wanted some ounce of being happy, no just being complacent and just as she thought that feeling was possible, Blaise had gone and slaughtered the concept.
No knock or warning she was coming in, Padma forced herself into his room and marched herself right towards him, quickly reaching for the dessert in his hand.
“Is this all you wanted? Something you could have just gotten on your bloody own instead of disrespecting me?”