Who: Blaise Zabini and Su Li When: October 29, late evening Where: wherever Patrol Team C is. Middle of nowhere. Rating: TBD (medium?) Summary: Blaise finds out he is to be next to be married and he tells Su.. Venting.
Blaise sat staring at the page in his journal for what seemed the longest time. After months of dreading it, he was finally ordered to the alter. It hardly seemed real and yet there it was in black and white.
Jotting a note to Su in the journal, he closed it and slid it into the pocket of his robes. Pulling out a small silver flask, he smiled as he swallowed half of the contents. His dearest aunt, Circe Zabini, had given it to him on his 17th birthday. Apparently it had been his fathers and had the added feature of never needing to be refilled.
Tossing aside his robes, he pulled on a cashmere jumper and dark pair of trousers. He was in no mood to care about his appearance. He couldn't get passed the fact he was going to be forced to walk down the aisle with fucking Padma Patil in two weeks time. Sighing, he grabbed his journal and stormed out of the tent. He didn't bother to look at any of the others in the tent or the ones milling around. He was not a child and he refused to have his actions watched like he was. Leaving the small group of tents, he found the edge of the clearing and ducked beneath the fallen branches of a tree. He had pointed the place out to Su when they first made camp on Monday as a potentially unsafe area because of how sheltered it was. Ironically he was going to use the spot to find a small amount of privacy.
Leaning against the trunk, he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the dark sky. No way. He was not going to do it, but what would that mean for everyone else?