[ do they sew wings on tailored suits? ]

[ too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce. ] B L A I S EZ A B I N I. seventh year, pureblood, slytherin, purist. [ too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar. ]

[anastasialestrange-blog]

Surprised with how he responded to her, Cassandra raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be so dense. Of course you do,” the blonde responded with a raise of her eyebrow. “I see you at the Slytherin table from time to time.” Did he think that she was dense? Well, she was, but she didn’t want other people to think so.

[420blciseit-blog]

As his sarcasm painfully went by undetected, his brow arched slightly; a rare occurence for a change in his stoic demeanour. “You sound very sure about that,” he took a step towards her, adjusting his emerald green tie dramatically. “What ever gives it away?”

[violarichmond-blog]

“You don’t know who I am? For Merlin’s sake, we’re in the same year and house. You’re so clueless, aren’t you? Yeah, I’m not going to leave, but you can leave.”

[420blciseit-blog]

Blaise slid his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, and glanced at the girl for two seconds before sliding them back up. “Okay,” he intoned, “I’ll take your word for it.” In truth, he hadn’t even bothered to check whom the grating voice belonged to, knowing it wasn’t anyone he’d associate himself with. “If you could leave silently, almost as if you were never here, that’d be perfect. Thank you.”

[violarichmond-blog]

“ - Do you have a problem with me smoking? If you do, I don’t care. Sorry.”

[420blciseit-blog]

"I don’t know who you are, but you’re killing my vibe. I’m going to give you thirty seconds to leave.”

[anastasialestrange-blog]

“I’ve been going to this school for literally years and I still can’t believe that I’ve gotten lost here… Like, really? For Merlin’s sake, Cass.” She paused, looking up at the person in the corridor. “Hey, you! Know how to get back to the Hufflepuff common room from here? Seems like I’ve gotten distracted and lost my way…” 

[420blciseit-blog]

In all honesty, Blaise initially planned on ignoring the girl completely and walk straight past her, but her level of stupidity ultimately made his footfalls come to a halt. Slowly, he turned his head towards her. “I’m sorry,” he said dryly, “I don’t go to this school.”

[vatipatil]

Parvati rolled her eyes, “Fine. Show me that you can work it out. –But don’t get snappy at me when you can’t do it.”

[420blciseit-blog]

A light, haughty scoff left his lips. Blaise never mentioned anything about showing her his working. “Why would I snap at you for my own shortcoming?” He drawled, tone laced with curiosity in lieu of disdain, not lifting his gaze from the parchment as he effortlessly began writing. “You’re not important to me, Parvati.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

An amused smile flitted across Pansy’s lips briefly at Blaise’s response. “So which one is it? Are you the dealer, or the addict?” she returned, the same amusement colouring her tone. Her gaze never left her friend’s features as she watched his hands move from the corner of her eyes. There was something endearing about the way Blaise Zabini moved, so elegantly yet seeming without a care of anything in the world. How she wished that she knew how to imitate that part of him sometimes. “Depends on what the dependency is on, doesn’t it?” she argued, smile gone though there was no trace of malice in her voice either. 

[420blciseit-blog]

“Whichever one you want me to be,” Blaise mocked a hoarse, sultry voice with a smirk toying the corners of his lips. He was never one to excuse the flaws of his peers, warranting the way people questioned his friendship with Draco, but he’d always excuse Pansy’s love and care for her friends, even if it was at her own expense. “You tell me, Pansy,” He rested the side of his face against his knuckles. “Is it worth it?”

[dcphne-blog]

—- “i’m not,” she shrugged. “it’s hard to be offended when the two of you think everyone is beneath you. and i bet she’d beg to differ on that.” 

[420blciseit-blog]

“Good; we mean no offense.” Blaise laid down on the bench -- one hand cushioning the back of his head, the other holding the cigarette, legs crossed over one another -- and closed his eyes. “So, Daphne... Should I keep my weekend free?”

[dcphne-blog]

—- “i also forget how far beneath you and pansy i am.” 

[420blciseit-blog]

“Don’t worry, you’re not that far below Pansy.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Good,” she responded simply, before lifting the cup of tea to her lips and taking a long sip. When her friend put down the newspaper to look at her, she returned his gaze with her own, carefully putting the cup down once more. Her shoulders lifted into a shrug. “Speak for yourself, Zabini. It’s not healthy to keep on showering me gifts just because you have too much free time, no?” Pansy teased.

[420blciseit-blog]

Blaise would have forced her at least a ghost of a smile had it not felt so unnatural, but she would’ve known. Those types of formalities were only shared in big ball rooms with prospective colleagues and employers. “A dealer benefits from an addict, not the other way round. Either way...” He dipped a biscuit into his tea before taking a bite of it. “Dependency is not worth it; whatever you were talking about before.”

[dcphne-blog]

—- she shot him a withering look. “i forget how awful you are at taking jokes.” 

[420blciseit-blog]

“I tend not to react too well to poor standards.”

[tddylvpn-blog]

❝That heart is so cold.❞ @420blciseit

[420blciseit-blog]

“Excuse me?”

[vatipatil]

❝There’s no chance that we’ll work it out.❞ @420blciseit

[420blciseit-blog]

“Speak for yourself,” Blaise intoned, sliding the shared book towards him. “I’ll let you know once I work it out.”

[celestediggvry]

❝But you didn’t need to take him to bed that’s all.❞ @420blciseit

[420blciseit-blog]

Blaise scoffed contemptuously. “Who I take to bed is your concern... how?”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

She raised a brow at the mention of the addictive substance, reaching across the table to wrap her fingers around the tea Blaise poured for her. “You know I don’t do that, Blaise,” Pansy dryly responded, letting her distaste for how some of her housemates spend their time show. “Besides, why do cocaine when I can just receive beautiful gifts from you and get the same euphoric feeling, hm, Zabini?”

[420blciseit-blog]

One subtle, telling glance was all Blaise offered in response, and he knew Pansy would receive his silent reassurance that it was a simple joke. “In that case, I’ll stop.” He put down the newspaper, opting to offer Pansy his undivided attention. Recently, he’d been making more of an effort with Pansy since Draco decided to fully commit in acting like a 5-year-old. “Addictions aren’t healthy, if you haven’t heard.”

[dcphne-blog]

—- “must’ve been intimidated by all 5′8 of you, right, blaise?” she asked, waving her hand by his mouth to set the cigarette aflame. 

[420blciseit-blog]

Blaise took a long drag, before exhaling a thick grey cloud of smoke between the pair. “Sure, Daphne,” he shrugged off her attempt nonchalantly, knowing how superior he was regardless. “Remind me, how exactly does height factor in one’s hexing ability?”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

❝It is the only thing that makes us feel alive.❞ @420blciseit​

[420blciseit-blog]

“Big claim.” Blaise greeted Pansy with a soft peck on her cheek, and sat down in the seat opposite her. With one leg crossed over the other, he flicked through the newspaper whilst pouring himself and Pansy a cup of tea, as he sardonically commented, “Or, there’s always cocaine.”

[dcphne-blog]

—- “how many times am i going to find someone snogging here?” 

[420blciseit-blog]

Blaise narrowed his eyes into an unimpressed gaze as he followed the two students hurry out of their sight. “They know to piss off, who cares,” he mumbled as he slipped in a cigarette between his lips. “Light me up.”