"Technically I didn't. Today, anyway. Last night was an exception...since I couldn't actually get myself anywhere," he replied rather bitterly, his face sour. It wasn't a good memory, even now. Clearly he was incompetent in some aspect and he didn't like other people (even if it was only one) knowing that it had happened. He was even hesitant to inform other Death Eaters, but that was a necessary precaution he would have to take soon.
"I actually slept well. It was a tiring day," Blaise sat himself up as he spoke and took a sip of water; the potion had kicked in and he felt much better already. But the thought of the Death Eaters had him picking up the journal he didn't really like, only to find it still splattered with blood. He sneered at the book and used his wand to get a towel so he could clean it off before flipping through. There was a message from his mother that he began replying to right away. "And how was work?"