Blaze Hilson

  Blaze // 30 // Arithmancy Professor // Death Eater  

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the second tracey entered the three broomsticks, she made a beeline for the bar. she rarely came into the three broomsticks since whenever she had a chance to go, it was filled to the brim with hogwarts students. but it was summer and most students didn’t live close to hogsmeade for tracey to worry about. as she sat down at the bar, she saw her arithmancy professor, blaze hilson sitting down at the chair next to her.

tracey had met him through her mother and since he was a death eater, he had made an agreement with tracey’s mother to teach tracey the dark arts. they hadn’t started yet as she was busy over the first half of the summer but now she had some free time to spare. “ hello professor hilson. pleasure seeing you around.” tracey said as she flagged down the bartender and ordered them to make her dink.

Blaze was sipping his drink when he heard someone address him. He turned to look at them and a smirk formed on his face. Tracey Davis, a promising student whom he was sure was destined for great things. Especially since her recent turn to the Death Eaters. “Miss Davis.” Blaze gave a single nod in her direction. It had been a while since he’d spoken to the girl - he usually had no need to until school was in session - but had stayed in good contact with her Mother via letter.

Lowering his tone slightly, Blaze asked, “I understand your Mother wants me to teach you the dark arts. Do you think you’re ready for that?” He was not going to waste his time on someone who could not work with him. He’d attempted to work with students in the past who could not even put an imperius curse on a beetle, let alone a full grown human. However, he suspected that Tracey would be stronger than that.

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he smiled, sharp teeth on display and eyes glittering.   “   had a little close and personal meeting with guys you normally wouldn’t want to meet — so yeah, i ran,  “   he said with a little struggle, fingers moving on the table.   “  surprise, they didn’t catch me.  “   wolf moved his head a little, debating if he should stand up for drink or not.

    he turned his head to meet blaze’s eyes at the next words falling from man’s lips. of course, there was no way to forget why he would even bother talking to wolf — whatever nice image was kept up by his teaching position, there was no option for wolf to ignore or underestimate blaze. somehow, he even admired the man’s strength and magic.  “   want to dance on the bar with me, then?   “   he asked, even if he knew that wasn’t what blaze was referencing to.   “   —it’s already started, didn’t it? the world is only a little slow on updates.  “

Blaze quirked an eyebrow, intrigued as to who Wolf had been running from. “You’re lucky that you’re fast. You have to be careful, Mr Hawke.” He paused for a moment, looking the younger man up and down. “It is not wise to get yourself into foolish situations when part of the Death Eaters.” People - no, creatures like Wolf could blow the entire Death Eater operation. And he was not going to allow a werewolf of all things to do that.

He shook his head at the sarcastic offer of a dance on the bar. Part of him suspected that Wolf would actually go through with that anyway. “The ministry refuse to believe that the Dark Lord has returned. Either that or they’re trying to stop people from panicking.” He shrugged, leaning back in his seat. “It hasn’t worked.”

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Luna was surprised when he spoke her first name, to most especially Professors who detested her- she was Miss Lovegood or just ignored completely. So to come from a professor who so openly detested her existence as well as her father’s- he caught them off guard. “Feel free to leave then.” she says simply not feeling bothered by her own bluntness. But when he spoke again, his voice gentler and he was almost pleading with her. “Went against my father how? He’s my father- he raised me on his own with the entire world at his back. Am I not capable of great things as I am?” she said her book slapping shut as she stood from her chair. “I am not some fragile broken thing,” she said and she didn’t realize her eyes were burning. “Do not speak to me as if I am something that needs to be fixed, professor.”

Blaze watched as the girl became angrier from her comments. He did not know what it was like to have a Father who cared. His Mother stopped trying to raise him at the age of 7. He made himself into who he wanted to be. So for this girl to want to cling onto her Father, to be in support of him - it just angered him. It was not the life that he had.

Blaze also stood, now taking a step back from her. “Your Father is holding you back. Your potential is wild if you make yourself independent.” Blaze was not afraid of making her mad. He felt that he was only speaking the truth. A girl such as Luna on the side of the Death Eaters would be key. She would lead them to her blood traitor father. Not that she could know that these were Blaze’s true intentions. “You do not need to be fixed, Miss Lovegood. You need to be opened to the possibilities.”

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Pansy’s eyes watched his carefully when the flickered to regions much lower than her face. The gesture might have made most Hogwarts girls swoon, but that wasn’t her way. Instead, Pansy’s leaned against the counter, and her smile evolved into a light smirk. Professor or not, the Slytherin witch certainly enjoyed the wordless flattery from an attractive wizard and extended a glance of her own. She not understand much about arithmancy, but Professor Hilson made the struggle worth it. ❛ I’d like that, thank you. ❜ She responded with a soft tone, letting her eyes flicker toward his for a moment. ❛ I’d have what you’re having, but I’m much more of a wine girl. ❜  She stated with a peek at his drink.

❛ But I never would have guessed the Leaky Cauldron as your pub of choice. ❜ She offered with a raised brow. While the pub was quiet now, Pansy knew enough to visualize its habitually rowdy atmosphere. Finding him there made her far too curious.

Blaze smirked and gave a single nod, then looked back at the barman. He quickly ordered a glass of an expensive red wine, handing the man several galleons in return. “Understandable. Whiskey is an aquired taste.” He handed the glass of wine to her. Blaze had no issues with spending money, especially not on those that he found attractive.

Blaze looked around the pub, watching as the two young witches got up to leave. It was beginning to get late. “It isn’t. I don’t like the noise of this place.” Blaze brought his drink to his lips and sipped gently. “It’s quiet enough today and I needed a drink.” The place was still grimy, the bar sticky from the many drinks that had been placed on it. He wondered how long it had been since it was last cleaned.

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“Well you certainly are of the “high end” sort aren’t you, Professor Hilson?” she says raising her eyebrows. If he thought she’d back down from his pointless insults he had her pegged for the wrong type. “It’s alright for you to believe my father’s writings are useless, just as I stopped taking your course because I felt the same way. Good thing I passed with an O on my OWLs, huh. I would hate to be another loon in such a logistical course.” flipping her hair over her shoulder she settled back into her drawing, able to feel his piercing gaze on her face. “ I think I’ll figure out whose advice I’d like to take on my own thanks,” she said without looking up.

“Personally, I’m surprised you’re still speaking to me at all. I’m not exactly one of your favorite students. Surely someone else is around here wandering that you’d rather engage with.”

Blaze was nearly dumbfounded at her response. Yes, she had done well in her OWLs, and not just in his class. In all honesty, he found it extremely frustrating. She was a witch with much promise, and she was throwing it away for what? Her Father? To be friends with muggleborns? 

“Luna, I would ordinarily not waste my time. In fact, I don’t know why I am still here.” He glanced over his shoulder, checking to see if there was anyone else around. Unsurprisingly, the place was still near empty. He squatted down next to her. “Don’t you think you could be destined for greatness if you went against your Father?” Most people knew that Xenophilius was a blood traitor, and Blaze assumed his daughter was the same. For the first time in their conversation, he looked her dead in the eye, a sincere look on his face.

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The second his eyes had set on the familiar face, Hector’s expression lit up like a bloody christmas tree. His savior. Standing right there. Possibly thinking about whether to come and save him or provoke him from distance. See, Hex knew most things that went on in the twisted mind of Blaze Hilson. Most. And one of those things was definitely something cruel like watching him suffer. But the heavens above had bestowed their blessings on Hector and soon enough, the other man was walking his way. “Aah– y-yeah, a thousand apologies mate… I haven’t seen this bloke in… ages, feels like.” Was the endearment in his voice too apparent? Or was it the fact that he would not take his eyes off of Blaze? Either way once the third party had finally left them, Hector could finally take a deep breath, the numb feeling in his head confirming the amount of alcohol he had drunk. “Thanks– I owe ya one.” He said, in a lower tone now, glancing the other over to make sure that he did not change since he left. “How’ve ya been?”

Blaze couldn’t help but grin as he heard the word ‘bloke’. How endearing of him. As he sat, he watched Hex’s eyes follow him. He loved to be watched. He knew the effect he had on people. “I’m just a ‘bloke’ now, am I?” Blaze smirked. He could tell that Hex had been drinking. This other man must have been truly boring. Blaze considered getting back up to get himself a drink, but did not want to leave Hector. Instead, he reached forward and picked up the other man’s steaming stout, taking a sip through the smoke. The drink was not nearly refined enough for his palette, but it would do. Plus, it gave him a chance to assert his dominance over Hector.

“I’ve been well, thank you.” Blaze crossed one leg over the other, watching Hector intently. “How was France?” In all honesty, Blaze was not hugely interested to hear about Hex’s ventures into tourism. He just liked to hear the other man talk.

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Luna lifting the mug that sat in front of her, still steaming from the charming cast upon the mug to keep her drink warm, studied the professor in front of her. She was aware of who thought she was an idiot, or that she was crazy. And she was biting her tongue trying to avoid saying something to the man before her that she might soon forget. Granted she wasn’t a student in any of his classes, at least not anymore- and she could tell him to piss off but she was practicing more restraint these days and didn’t want to give anyone who might consider her a blood traitor a reason to both her.

“Well, I can’t seem to find the sense in arithmetic or insisting magical folks learn all about it. So I guess we’re the same in that sense aren’t we professor?” she says over the rim of the mug before smirking to herself. So much for that restraint. “Not quite sure why my father’s job would be of any interest to you, professor. THat’s kind of a prying question, wouldn’t you think?”

Blaze clenched his jaw, his fist curling into a ball. If there was something he despised, it was people attempting to make a fool out of him. But he knew he could not let this girl, of all people, get to him. She was half-crazy. “Nobody is insistent on that, Miss Lovegood. Anyway, only those of a high calibre are able to comprehend things such as arithmancy. I’m sure your talents are much more suited to Professor Trelawny’s classes.” Blaze was firm with his answer. It was completely unprofessional of him, but the girl did not scare him. There was little she could do to affect him.

“I would not call it prying. Simply some good advice.” He wondered if anyone actually bought the Quibbler. It was full of nonense, it was practically a work of fiction. He found it hard to believe that there was anyone who matched Xenophilius’s insanity to read it.

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                      he’s  treading  on  thin  ice  ,  one  wrong  move  &  the  facade    will  come  crashing  down  ,  &  that’s  something  he  can  not  afford.  ❛    i’ll  be  sure  to  pass  the  message  along.    ❜  of  course  ,  it’s  a  lie.  he  knows  the  message  will  never  impress  his  father’s  ears  ,  nothing  ever  seems  to.  nobody  else  needed  to  know  that  ,  though.  lucius  malfoy  has  never  been  a  kind  father  ,  &  the  only  time  he  has  something  to  say  about  draco’s  behavior  is  when  he’s  done  something  wrong.

                     the  young  malfoy  takes  the  glass  ,  knowing  he  needs  to  be  careful   with  how  much  he  consumes  ,  or  his  judgement  will  be  clouded.  he  needs  to  come  off  as  an  authentic  blood  purist.  a  tricky  feat  ,  but  not  impossible.  ❛    it’s  nice  to   talk  to  someone  with  the  same  frame  of  mind.  it’s  unfortunate  not  everyone  sees  reality  the  way  we  do.    ❜ 

Blaze took hold of his new drink and began to sip it. “Good. You have blood of both the Malfoys and the Blacks. It would be a shame for you to let them down.” His mind went to the blood traitors of their family. Sirius. Andromeda. Promising witches and wizards, letting down their fellow purebloods. And for what cause? ‘The greater good’? It baffled him how purebloods could not see the dirt within muggleborns. FIlthy creatures that did not belong in their world.

“Well it seems your parents have taught you well. It’s sad that so many have failed their children when it comes to that.” Blaze glanced down at his glass, beginning to swirl the amber liquid around. He realised there was no point putting up a facade around Draco. He had worked out Blaze’s true intentions. But still, he lowered his voice so not to be heard by others. “I’m sure you will be a great assett to the Death Eaters.”

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It had been exactly one day and eleven hours since Hector had come back from his well-deserved holiday France. Lovely walks in the woods. Nights by lakes, days by sea. He might’ve even acquired quite the tan. Brilliant time, he had. Not that anyone had asked. Absolutely no one, actually. In fact, now that he was back in dreary London, it seemed that he was forced to listen (or at least pretend to listen) to another’s summer adventures over the third round of Steaming Stout, much more interested in the smoke his drink was releasing than the story. Hex was glancing to the other side of the room, eyes pleading for help as he scanned through the familiar faces. But alas, most of those faces were ones he would’ve rather not seen again. Not you. Not you either. Absolutely not. No you…

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The summer had been rather mundane for Blaze. That was, to anyone who did not know his true morals. To most, he would talk about the papers he had to grade, the several tedious trips he’d made to Diagon Alley. Nobody needed to know about the muggleborns he’d tortured and killed. No, that was his own personal fun.

As Blaze entered the pub, he scanned the room for an empty seat. Quickly, someone else caught his eye. Hex, whom he had not seen since he’d left for France, now sat with another Wizard. The man looked incredibly bored. Part of Blaze was tempted to sit nearby, silently taunting Hex whilst his ear was talked off. However, he did want to catch up just as much. So, he made his way over to Hex’s table, smirking as he saw the desperate look on his face. “Hector.” Blaze then turned his attention to the man sat opposite Hex. “If you don’t mind, Hector and I have some... unfinished business. However I’m sure he’d love to catch up another time.” He watched as the man huffily stood up, and was quick to make his way into the seat he left behind. He leant back and smirked at Hector.

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Blaze gave a single nod. “Of course.” He was sure that Lucius handled having a child far better than he ever would. He could not imagine having another being to care for, let alone in a time like this. He had a feeling that he was making the younger man uncomfortable with his questions, but it did not bother him. He liked to make people squirm.

The boy’s response was unexpected, but Blaze was pleased with it. He smirked, rivalling the Malfoy boy’s, and gestured for the barman. “Two more fire whiskeys.” He waited as the barman prepared the drinks, and when handed them he slid one across to Draco. He wanted to hear more of what this boy had to say. “You’re a smart man, Mister Malfoy. Make sure that your family know that.”

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The Leaky Cauldron was a place Blaze rarely visited. It was often heaving with people, celebrating various events or just life itself. It was far too merry for his liking. However, on passing the pub one Tuesday evening, Blaze found the place to be eerily quiet. It was often like this now. Since the return of the Dark Lord, it seemed that many people only left their houses out of necessity. Some were braver, and for that he commended their stupidity. Muggleborns and blood traitors were no longer safe, and that was exactly the way it should be.

Taking down the hood of his cloak, Blaze stepped into the pub. Two younger looking witches sat at a table, drinking butter beer and giggling. An elderly wizard sat at the far end of the bar, seemingly on his hundredth fire whiskey as he slumped against the wall. Blaze took a seat at the other end of the bar, the barman quickly coming to his aid. “One fire whiskey, please.” Blaze placed a few galleons on the bar, getting his drink in return.

The Leaky Cauldron would never be Pansy’s preferred establishment. She luxuriated in elegant restaurants on her father’s galleon and delighted in the finest elderflower wine. The Slytherin witch would sooner be seated by a waiter than lounge on a sticky seat with butterbeer residue. Yet, Pansy Parkinson found herself wrenching the pub’s door open and stepping inside. She fancied having a drink after a long day in Diagon Alley and traveling to a more tolerable bar would take considerable time. Ultimately, Pansy yearned for her sixth year to come quickly so she’d learn how to apparate like a proper witch.

The pub was quiet to her relief, considering she’d sooner die before letting anyone in her year at Hogwarts see her there. Her dark brown eyes scanned the pub, and she instantly wrinkled her nose in displeasure. The tittering witches and drunken wizard hardly impressed her. Yet, she found noticed someone far more interesting at the bar. Pansy unwrinkled her nose and flattered her hair before slinking toward the bar. ❛ Professor Hilson. ❜ She greeted with a soft smile, sliding onto the stool two away from his.

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Blaze raised the glass to his lips, the liquid warming his throat. As he placed it gently back on the bar, he heard a voice from behind him. He turned to look at the girl as she sat nearby. “Miss Parkinson. What a pleasure.” It felt far too formal for her to be calling him ‘professor’ when the term hadn’t even started, but part of Blaze enjoyed the formality of it. He allowed his eyes to flicker up and down her body, taking in her figure and curves. Yes, she was his student, but there was no denying that the girl was attractive. Absolutely hopeless at arithmancy, but at least it gave him something interesting to look at when teaching.

“May I buy you a drink?” He couldn’t help but offer. If they were in term time, he wouldn’t dare. But at this time, he had no shame.

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     —- Blaze, H.

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Since the return of the Dark Lord, there appeared to be an onslaught of new Death Eaters. Some were crawling out the woodwork, not afraid to hide anymore. Some were old follower who pretended they never stopped worshipping the Dark Lord. And some were truly new to the regime, about to start their life as Death Eaters. Blaze had been a follower for years, and watching Voldemort return only cemented his belief in the cause. Mudbloods, muggles, blood traitors. They all deserved to be eradicated. He did not understand how he was in the minority by thinking this.

Blaze was, however, intruiged by younger recruits. He knew that when he was 18, he had the willpower to defy the ministry and all they did to try and eradicate Death Eaters. But he found many young members to be cowardly, to not truly want to do the bidding of the Dark Lord. Often, Blaze would take such recruits under his wing, try to teach them the things him knew and why they did the things they did.

Blaze sat alone in the Leaky Cauldron, swirling his fire whiskey around in its glass. He was a recognisable face to fellow Death Eaters, but to anyone else he was simply a professor. He didn’t make friends. They weren’t necessary. Anyway, he much preferred to sit alone and let his thoughts carry him away.

     it wasn’t like wolf minded much being chased — these idiots couldn’t catch up even in their dreams and stealing from thieves it’s not really stealing, right? right! he almost bumped into the wall and turn in left quickly, slipping through the first door he found that was open. there weren’t a lot of people in and he would totally just get to the other doors but he caught a familiar scent. making few steps and turning his head just a little, wolf found the one he was looking for and come closer, slipping into an empty chair in front of blaze.

     “   hi there, sir,   “   he said, sending him a smile. was he sure about that death eaters thing his pack had going on? shit no. was he going to keep close to these he knows are on his side? sure.   “   —-enjoying peace so far?   “

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Blaze sipped his drink then placed in back on the table. When he looked up, someone was sat in front of him, as if out of nowhere. “Wolf. Have you been running?” Blaze quirked an eyebrow, though it would not surprise him. He had not known the boy long but had learnt that he was mischievous. He was glad to have a strong pack of werewolves by the Death Eaters side, but really wasn’t keen on the creatures. Few had any redeeming features in his opinion.

“I’m finding peace incredibly boring, if I must be honest. It’s about time to raise a little Hell.” Blaze glanced up at the younger man, a smirk appearing on his lips.

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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍.

As the door opened, Blaze took a quick look at who was entering. He had hoped for someone entirely unknown, someone who wouldn’t make an attempt at small talk. But no, he knew the silver-haired boy who entered the pub. It was Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius. He didn’t see much of the boy when at school but he knew his Father well. Blaze was often at the Malfoy Manor. In fact, he’d be surprised if Draco didn’t know his true identity as a Death Eater. Alas, it didn’t matter. As long as people knowing didn’t cost him his job.

Blaze picked up his drink and swirled the liquid around the glass. He did his best to pay Draco no mind when the boy spoke. Quirking an eyebrow, Blaze looked over at him. “There hasn’t been much activity around here since The Dark Lord’s return. People are hiding in their houses.”

              the  mention  of  the  dark  lord  makes  the  hair  on  his  arms  stand  up.  it’s  a  topic  of  conversation  he’d  rather  avoid  ,  but  he  is  a  malfoy.  for  him  it’s  only  a  matter  of  time  before  he  is  sure  to  become  a  death  eater  himself.   ❛    &  here  i  thought  the  ministry  was  trying  to  deny  his  return.  i  suppose  that  plan  isn’t  going  as  well  as  they  hoped.    ❜   it  was  of  course  ,  out  of  fear  ,  but  it  didn’t  make  his  return  any  less  true.  although  draco  wasn’t  present  at  the  graveyard  that  night  ,  a  part  of  him  knew  that  his  father  had  been  present  for  it.  something  in  him  changed  when  draco  returned  for  the  summer  ,  &  the  malfoy  manor  never  felt  the  same  way   since.    

              at  that  moment  ,  his  drink   had  arrived  &  his  attention  shifted  towards  the  glass  as  he  raised  it  to   his  lips.  the  liquid  coating  his  taste  buds  ,  satisfying  his  previous  cravings.  he  returned  to  the  conversation  ,  wanting  to  keep  his  facade  up.   ❛    when  the  truth  comes  to  light  ,  they’ll  be  regretting  it  then.  i’m  sure  of  that  much.   ❜

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Blaze almost laughed at the boy’s comment. “The ministry are incredible foolish. I’m surprised it has taken people so long to realise that.” The man knew he was saying too much, but being in the presence of a Malfoy, he wasn’t too bothered. If Draco had questions about him, Blaze was sure he would ask his Father, who would surely tell him the truth. Even if that wasn’t a case, Blaze wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to keep his allegiance a secret, considering he would be fighting for the Dark Lord in any way possible.

“They won’t be able to deny it for too much longer, Draco. You must hear a lot from your Father.” Blaze did not know the Malfoys well, despite often being at the Malfoy manner. He did not know what the boy’s relationship was with his Father, or if he himself was interested in becoming a Death Eater. He’d like to think that Lucius had kicked some sense into him when it came to that. Blaze brought his drink to his lips, the whiskey warming his throat as he drank.

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Blaze was surprised by the girl’s snark. It was no way to speak to a professor, let alone a man such as himself. Then again, he did keep his allegiance to the Death Eaters a secret to those outside the circle, so Luna had no way of knowing what a dire mistake they could be making.

“I wouldn’t say it was aimless. And I think we should be suspicious of everyone in times like these.” Blaze watched as the student moved their sketchbook aside, but refused to sit. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m well, thank you. How are you?” Blaze paused for a moment, eyeing the girl. “How is your Father?”

It would be unusually nosey of her to ask him questions about his purpose of being in Diagon Alley, although she was never sure of anyone these days. “That would be true,” she says, nodding in agreement. “I’ve been sticking to my bedroom as of late when I’m not in classes. It seems like that’s the best place for everyone nowadays. It’s a shame. I remember when these streets used to be bustling with people.” Luna sighs at that and rests her chin in her hand. When he didn’t sit she just pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She knew he wasn’t comfortable with her- which was fine. “I’m alright. The weather is nicer today, and that always puts me in a good mood.” At the mention of her father she looked at him, her body stiffening. “My father is doing good, just doing his busy work with the Quibbler and getting on Rita Skeeter’s nerves as always.”

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Blaze didn’t know much about the girl, but she reminded him of her father. They had the same... quirkiness to them. That being said, it felt almost out of character when she said she was staying inside. He didn’t even know her and yet felt this was against her character. However, it proved she was smart. As a Death Eater he was not afraid to walk the streets, but any witch or wizard who was in disagreement with the Death Eaters was not wise to be wandering around. “I think we all remember that. I prefer the quiet.” Hardly anyone was around to get in his way, and the amount of muggleborns around had significantly decreased.

Blaze noticed her body stiffen at the mention of her Father. It didn’t phase him - part of him enjoyed making people uncomfortable. “Interesting thing, that ‘Quibbler’. It’s hard to find much sense in it.” Blaze held his tongue in saying that for once, he agreed with Rita Skeeter. He found the whole thing to be utter nonsense. Then again, it was run by a person who he considered to be near insanity. “Perhaps your Father should try some real journalism.”

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Blaze had an impressive memory. Few things haunted him - he was not phased by the memories of those he had murdered or tortured. All such people had deserved what they got. He remembered details of their faces as they drew their last breath, and had their screams memorised. Most would be be scarred by such things. But not Blaze.

This memory, however, came in handy when it came to students and their families. He knew which students were pure of blood, who had tragic pasts and those who had family in the order. Details such as this helped Blaze decide which students he liked, and who he could mercilessly ridicule.

As Blaze walked down the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, nearing a cafe, a small voice offered him to sit. The tone was familiar, the white-blonde hair reminding him of someone. Xenophilius Lovegood, the blood traitor. Perhaps his child was just the same as he was. “Not particularly wise to offer me a seat, Lovegood. I am a professor, after all.”

Luna recognized the gruff voice almost immediately. Professor Hilson was not one someone like her could easily forget.  She knew her father’s list of skeptics within the castle, it wasn’t something one easily forgot. And Professor Hilson, with dark hair and an almost always judgemental eye, was someone they should steer clear of. But alas, it wasn’t in their nature to back down from a challenge. To be the bigger person you had to keep your chin up and make comments in stride. “I’d hardly see the problem with it, Professor,” she said with a neutral expression on her face. “I’d more say it’s probably not wise for one to be silently walking around. Some could say it’s suspicious. But I’m not most people am I?” their head tilted to the side as they studied him.  “How are you Professor Hilson?” they asked setting the sketchbook aside. “I didn’t dub you as the type to wander Diagon Alley aimlessly.”  

[theworlda-blaze-blog]

Blaze was surprised by the girl’s snark. It was no way to speak to a professor, let alone a man such as himself. Then again, he did keep his allegiance to the Death Eaters a secret to those outside the circle, so Luna had no way of knowing what a dire mistake they could be making.

“I wouldn’t say it was aimless. And I think we should be suspicious of everyone in times like these.” Blaze watched as the student moved their sketchbook aside, but refused to sit. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m well, thank you. How are you?” Blaze paused for a moment, eyeing the girl. “How is your Father?”

[theworlda-blaze-blog]

@panvics

The Leaky Cauldron was a place Blaze rarely visited. It was often heaving with people, celebrating various events or just life itself. It was far too merry for his liking. However, on passing the pub one Tuesday evening, Blaze found the place to be eerily quiet. It was often like this now. Since the return of the Dark Lord, it seemed that many people only left their houses out of necessity. Some were braver, and for that he commended their stupidity. Muggleborns and blood traitors were no longer safe, and that was exactly the way it should be.

Taking down the hood of his cloak, Blaze stepped into the pub. Two younger looking witches sat at a table, drinking butter beer and giggling. An elderly wizard sat at the far end of the bar, seemingly on his hundredth fire whiskey as he slumped against the wall. Blaze took a seat at the other end of the bar, the barman quickly coming to his aid. “One fire whiskey, please.” Blaze placed a few galleons on the bar, getting his drink in return.

[astrxluna]

Luna was minding their own business, padding around barefoot in the forbidden forest had been something they’d done since they were a first-year at Hogwarts. Back then, they didn’t have any friends and tended to head to the forest in hopes of avoiding people who would only take pride in trying to make them miserable. Common topics included her father, the way she dressed, her white-blonde hair, the fact they were a blood traitor, how people thought she was crazy, and most cruelly- her mother’s death. The latter of them all hurt the most and had given them a tough skin, one that tended to be covered with innocent smiles and the distant look in her eyes that people expected. Now, sitting at a quiet table outside of a random cafe in Diagon Aley, Luna sketched quietly in her notepad, feet curled beneath her as she hummed to herself. The slightest scuffle on the cobblestones caught their attention. “I can hear you, you know. You can come to sit down here. I’m not as mad as everyone says.” 

[theworlda-blaze-blog]

Blaze had an impressive memory. Few things haunted him - he was not phased by the memories of those he had murdered or tortured. All such people had deserved what they got. He remembered details of their faces as they drew their last breath, and had their screams memorised. Most would be be scarred by such things. But not Blaze.

This memory, however, came in handy when it came to students and their families. He knew which students were pure of blood, who had tragic pasts and those who had family in the order. Details such as this helped Blaze decide which students he liked, and who he could mercilessly ridicule.

As Blaze walked down the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, nearing a cafe, a small voice offered him to sit. The tone was familiar, the white-blonde hair reminding him of someone. Xenophilius Lovegood, the blood traitor. Perhaps his child was just the same as he was. “Not particularly wise to offer me a seat, Lovegood. I am a professor, after all.”