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blaise zabini - twenty - slytherin

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hello! i just found out y’all are still kicking and i’m jumping back in ! @ me for plots, chats or my discord name xoxo 

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emissos‌:

 if one looked closely enough, they could see a small smile swiftly appearing upon a taciturn facade, but that's immediately obscured by the smoke that follows out of her mouth. “Doesn’t matter.” She says dismissively. Despite the fact that she’s aware it should’ve been a backhanded remark. She’s just too tired to care these days. “Besides, what do people come here for anyway?”

“Incendio parvos.” The mutter gives the tip of his wand a small flame, safe enough to light the end of his cigarette and keep his eyebrows. He’s had enough classes with Seamus to know how homely a lack of eyebrows can be and Blaise isn’t eager to try. “You are the second person I’ve seen lighting up out here in the past few days. It’s becoming a popular spot.” Popular enough that the administration would soon take notice if they hadn’t already. At least Blaise could count on his house mates not ratting him out. He took a drag of the cigarette, grateful his feet decided to take him to Artemis. “I’d hesitate to stay out here once the sun goes down. The squid’s been in a mood lately.”

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The afternoon sun rose above the black lake, it’s light reflecting upon the murky waters. In the distance far across, a lone figure sits upon a large piece of driftwood, remnants of silver smoke coming out of her mouth that she had previously inhaled. she’s aware it’s a bad habit, if not fatal but with all that has been happening in the last month, the Triwizard tournament, Cedric Diggory’s death, the rising of the Dark Lord, A new DADA teacher to adapt to plus personal problems to boot, quitting cold turkey seems like a far edged dream. She had been so engrossed with her own thoughts, that if it hadn’t been for the shadow looming over the pavement, she wouldn’t have realized that someone approached. “Did you want one?”

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Blaise nodded, not realizing where his feet had taken him. His walks had a tendency to be long and without a destination. He didn’t speak to Artemis much. She was a mudblood but even he could indulge in a muggle cigarette now and then. They were fun and the wizarding alternative didn’t have the same kick. “Thanks.” He said, without much emotion. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your brooding.”

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gcdqueens‌:

“If I wasn’t so wobbly, I would punch you right now,” she pouts at him and rolls her eyes. “It’s probably the drinking and concussion. I am a very good kisser, you twat.” Padma chews on the inside of her cheek and narrows her gaze, “Wow, I apologise for not giving you my life story, Blaise Zabini. You’re not usually the person I talk to about these things. I had to help my team beat your team. I heard they had lost before and I wasn’t going to let that happen  to Roger and Cho.” She shrugs and runs her fingers through her hair with a quiet sigh. 

“You literally just said that you couldn’t give a rat’s arse about Quidditch. – I mean, not in so many words, but I thought that alone would be self-explanatory.” She gives him an incredulous look now, “Merlin… you do have a heart in there. Caring about getting me straight to the infirmary.” She finishes off her water and sets the cup in the hand of one of the statues before she loops her arm with Blaise’s because she’s getting sleepy and she wanted to just lie down. Thankfully, no one was out doing rounds yet, so they made it to the infirmary safely. Madame Pomfrey opened her mouth to reprimand Padma for leaving until she saw Blaise Zabini. “Mr. Zabini. Thank you for escorting Ms. Patil back here. Merlin knows where she’d be if she didn’t come back here…” The older woman fussed over Padma and she whined as she’s pulled over to the bed. “I can change myself! It’s a concussion, I’m not an invalid, Madame!” 

“You don’t need to whisper me sweet nothings. I’ll still walk you all the way there.” He chuckled, allowing himself to show some emotion due to Padma’s current state. “I’m sure you think you are. You’ll have to prove it when you’re not incapacitated. Don’t pull your hair out.” Feeling entirely too matronly, Blaise moved to give them a little space in between. Couldn’t Patil try harder to steady herself? 

His heart was very much in his body, contrary to popular belief. “It’s a secret. Don’t go giving it away.” It seemed she couldn’t try harder so Blaise wrapped an arm around her waist. Merlin forbid she fell onto the stone floor. Thankfully the made it to the infirmary in one piece. He handed her over to Madame Pomfrey quickly and nodded at the witch. “Good luck, Madame Pomfrey. She’s been in a right state.” With a last look at Padma, Blaise left the infirmary and thought it best to head back to the Slytherin common room. He doubted Ravenclaw’s party would still be interesting.

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gcdqueens‌:

“I did NOT. I asked if would you ever let someone feed you. That was not me offering.” Lavender gives him a frown before taking another bite. “I have fixed my braids twice since I sat down, you’re just a Drama Queen. And my voice isn’t that bloody loud.” She just watches him like he’s grown another head before shaking her own head. “You’ve been a sarcastic prick since we started school, it didn’t take that long to realise.” Her eyebrows just raise and she gives a quiet snort, “You are defensive about a lot of shit on a daily basis, Zabini. You’d rather criticise someone than speak to them like a genuine human being and you are positively gleeful if other people find themselves in trouble, in your presence. If you react AT ALL, considering reacting would mean you actually have a real range of emotion other than indifference for once in your life.” Lavender hums around her fork and pours herself a goblet full of water.

Blaise placed his mug of coffee down on the table and stared at Lavender. It was an apt assumption of her personality and behavior, he’d give her that. She was sounding much more like Pansy as the minutes passed by. “For someone who’s aura is always a dull grey, you have a lot of nerve criticizing others. Have you ever considering looking inwards? If you’re expelling all of this negative energy, your sight will never recover. And it needs to recover desperately.” He brought his coffee back to his lips, content to sip it in peace as perhaps this would finally drive Lavender away.

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gcdqueens‌:

“How are you surprised that she stalks the grounds? With Filch, no less? He’s fucking attached to her hip. He’s genuinely waiting for the moment she makes it okay to torture students.” She gasps and places her hands on her hips as she starts in the direction of the Dungeons. “Come on. Just in case she has other professors walking around. I doubt they’d do much… even Snape seems irritated by her presence.” Chaska gives a chuckle, albeit a breathless one. “Merlin, I need to start running again. I’m out of shape.” She makes a face and rubs her side as she walks alongside her student. “Anyway, like I was saying outside…McGonagall and Hooch were two professors that had me in detention A LOT. I was extremely abrasive and I didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of me. I was very rough when I played Quidditch, which… I mean, it’s a bloody contact sport. Come on. Why do I have to chill out when you’re MEANT to hit the bludger at people?” Chaska just throws her arms out.

“McGonagall didn’t… hate me, but she mostly had to reprimand me because parents would write in. A lot of them were parents of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students I was less than careful with…” She rolls her eyes as she leads Blaise to his common room. “I might have teased a lot of people, but – hey, it was in my nature. People bothered me most of the time.” A sigh escapes her and she pulls her hair up on top of her head. “That doesn’t mean I will tolerate it when I see it happening.” Chaska suddenly says, narrowing her gaze at Blaise for a moment. He doesn’t tease people out loud, but she knows he was part of the group that found happiness in other people’s misery. She merely smiles, though. “Here.” She pulls out a joint from her jacket pocket and hands it over to him. “For when you find it really hard to sleep. No one will smell it. I love magical plants.” Chaska whispers and waggles her eyebrows.

“I thought she strictly stayed inside and away from anything with the slightest bit of life.” Blaise had a feeling that torture being allowed wasn’t far away judging from the rules that had been allowed. He couldn’t even stand to close to Pansy at the moment, despite her status with Umbridge. Brushing off his robes, Blaise followed Chaska. Something he didn’t know if he’d indulge in again. It had been a close call. He didn’t consider himself out of shape, he wasn’t panting like the professor was but that wasn’t an enjoyable experience for his heart. He smirked, listening to her tales of quidditch. Students got so involved. He couldn’t understand the obsession. “You’re still extremely abrasive.”

A dedicated walk home? Now Blaise knew he was a favorite. He tried to not show his joy at the special treatment and schooled his face into a look of passive indifference. She couldn’t be referring to him. He didn’t tease. He simply observed other’s failures and let them know they were observed. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from a professor.” Well, then. His favoritism was even more confirmed. He could say the joint had some effects. He wasn’t nearly as panicked as a brush with Umbridge after hours as he should have been. “Thank you, Professor. I don’t know when I’ll put this to use but I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes. And thank you for the walk home and the adventure, I suppose. Are you alright to get home?” His mother would be utterly disappointed if he let a woman walk herself home at night.

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clever-esque‌:

ella rolled her eyes and resisted every urge to mock him. “it’s flour. it isn’t like i spilled paint on your over-priced shoes. besides, there’s probably a spell that get paint off your shoes if that were the case.” ella bent over and picked the bag off the ground. she shook out the remainder of the flour in blaise’s direction. she avoided getting anymore on his precious shoes, though. “i’ll be sure to send an owl next time so you know to wear your old shoes.”

Blaise sighed. How could she not understand how precious keeping yourself in a put together manner could be? “Why, thank you. You’re so considerate.” He said, taking a few more steps back before managing his way around the mess altogether. Prefects, Umbridge, or the squad. Someone had to be on there way to find this mess and he would not be around when they did. “I hope you manage to ruin other people’s days.” And outfits.

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clever-esque‌:

ella’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of head. it was a harmless prank, and blaise wasn’t injured. she could not understand why he was upset. it was a little flour that would just dust off his shoes. “actually yes. you know, i plan on bringing winter back early and making it snow all over the castle. this was just a test run.” ella raised her eyes to meet blaise’s, matching the glare he had met her with earlier. “please explain why this is such a big deal. at least the bag of flour didn’t fall on your head.”

Blaise looked down at his feet as if the answer was obvious before looking back up. “They’re new.” He also did not enjoy getting dirty. Was that a crime now? To want to stay clean? Had the bag of flour fallen on hers? He had missed that in all of the chaos. “I wish you luck on your winter endeavor but please keep me out of it in the future.”

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gcdqueens‌:

She just shrugs her shoulders, “Even if it isn’t fine… y’can still talk to her about giving you something less potent.” She snorts and tangles her fingers in her hair for a moment, “When I was in school, as a student? I really was constantly on thin ice with the professors. Now? I would genuinely like to keep my job. It’s my only form of sanity, as much as I’d like to kill some of the students. And a certain bubble gum pink tweed wearing hobbit.” Chaska starts snickering and she hears leaves crunching and twigs snapping. “Shhhh!” She’s quick to grab onto Blaise’s arm and yanks him towards the nearest group of trees. She’d ensured no one would smell what she was smoking, so even if it was Filch or Pink Hobbit, they wouldn’t know.

Chaska puts her finger to her lips and peeked around the tree just carefully enough. Her breathing was laboured, but she knew how to calm herself down in moments like this. She wasn’t worried about herself, but she was worried about Blaise getting caught. It was the Pink Hobbit and Filch. “Fuck,” she whispers and she closes her eyes trying to think of a spell so that not even Mrs. Norris could smell them. She suddenly mumbles a few words and then waves her wand over both of them before guiding him through the trees and up the hill to the school without being seen by either of those disgusting humans. Once they’re safely inside, she’s gasping for air and doubling over with laughter. “God, it’s like she has a fucking radar or something watching everyone!” She rests back against the wall and closes her eyes.

“Is there something the matter with me partaking in this instead?” Blaise leaned towards the professor, eager to hear all of Chaska’s tales. He had a feeling she had been rebellious when she attended Hogwarts but it was different hearing it first hand. Before he could open his mouth, Blaise was being shushed. Too smart to argue, he listened and watched Chaska’s movement carefully. 

With wide eyes, Blaise stayed silent through the whole experience. He only spoke when his professor did, deeming that it was now safe. What was that? Impressive if not a bit over the top. “Umbridge? She was out there?” Wasn’t it past her bedtime? It would do no good to get on that woman’s bad side. It was a miracle he had still avoided being part of her little group. He let out a breath, totally bewildered by the experience. “She stalks the grounds now?”

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gcdqueens‌:

“That’s true. I’m glad no one’s died from a choking accident at this point, then.” A sigh escapes her and she plays with her braids. She makes a noise at the back of her throat and gives him a look, “Absolutely not. I’m not here to feed your high maintenance arse.” Lavender snorts and rolls her eyes, “I’m civilised when civilised is the way to be. If you’re a little bitch, then I won’t be civilised. So, Blaise, don’t be a little bitch and no one will get into trouble.” She takes another bite from her food and she raises her eyebrows. “When has civilised ever been YOUR style, though? Being sarcastic and defensive isn’t civilised.” She shrugs her shoulders and plays with the food on her plate.

“You offered.” He responded before taking another bite of his meal. He had completely abandoned it to watch the show that was Lavender. He thought her personality was just for Trelawney, not for life. Now that was new! Blaise chuckled, helping himself to some water to hide his amusement. That unique term of endearment was more often not coming out of his fellow Slytherins’ mouths. “I’m trying to enjoy my lackluster meal. You’re playing with your hair, your food, raising your voice, and proving your head of house right. There’s nothing defensive about my behavior but I wouldn’t say the sarcasm was incorrect. How long did it take you to notice?”

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gcdqueens‌:

“They’re screwed if they can’t cast a silencing charm and they want to excel in their OWL’s.” Chaska raises her eyebrows before turning her head when she sees Blaise holding the joint out for her again. She takes it and closes her eyes as she inhales slowly, “You might need to talk to Madame Pomfrey about a Sleeping Draught. I would give you one, but that’s something I could definitely be thrown out of the school for.” She pulls a face and rubs at her eyes. “As if giving my students weed and alcohol isn’t enough…” Chaska snorts. “I’m just glad I don’t give it to the snitches. Snitches get stitches.” She suddenly giggles and throws her arm back over her eyes. “I used to say that to people in school. And I meant it. I gave people stitches.”

He furrowed his brows before looking down at the professor. “Sleeping draughts are not for me. This will be fine” Blaise had his suspicions about his mother’s husbands. One has a rather bad sleeping draught addiction. Or had. He wasn’t eager to follow into that man’s footsteps. “Getting thrown out of school isn’t your goal? You had me fooled.” If there was one person Blaise would actively want Umbridge to overlook, it would be Professor Chaska. She was a joy to be around and made class interesting. The free gifts she was doling out had a hand in that. “You were a bully? Do. Tell.”

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gcdqueens‌:

“Anyone I’ve kissed has said I am a good kisser, so you know what? Your opinion doesn’t matter to me, Zabini. I’m confident enough in my abilities.” Padma just gives him a look as he helps her up to her feet. “Does ANYONE truly know you, Blaise? Because of course I don’t. We aren’t mates.” She makes a face and holds her water close to her. Furrowing her brow, she nearly chokes when she takes a drink. “Being concussed isn’t contagious, you knobhead. A bloody spell backfired on me and knocked me out and I only played in the game because I snuck out. Madame Pomfrey’s going to murder me.” Padma laughs, but she slows down because she will fall over.

A sigh escapes her as she sips from her water. Looking around, she wrinkles up her nose, “Why did you even come to the game, then? If you don’t like Quidditch? Are you Slytherins really that close that you’d suffer through games of Quidditch for your team slash House?” Padma questions and pulls her hand from his to tangle her fingers in her hair, rubbing her scalp. She’s in a little pain and she stumbles a tiny bit, but she’s good. Her lips part and she hums as they get closer to the infirmary. “You can just leave me there, honestly…”

“You shouldn’t be. They’ve been lying to you for years then. Though it could be the drinking and the concussion making you worse than usual.” They’d have to kiss again when she was better so he could confirm she just wasn’t good at it. With a roll of his eyes, Blaise let her yell. The drunk tended to do that. “You hadn’t told me you were concussed.” Just that she had left the infirmary for Merlin knows what. He slowed his pace as well, wondering if he need to hold her up to keep steady.

It was difficult staying calm with her attitude but Blaise managed it. He doubted Padma would even remember he was the one that walked her all the way and then they would never need to mention it again. She could go on thinking he was a knobhead and no one would ever have to know he had helped her. “My housemates are on the team, Patil. Is it not common for you to support your housemates?” Looking around incredulously, Blaise shook his head. “We’re not there yet. You’ll end up passing out in a corridor.” 

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gcdqueens‌:

“That’s so boring. At least you sound fun if you swallow things whole.” Lavender pouts and she places her chin in her hand. Her gaze flickers over his features and she took another sip of her juice. “If you could have someone feed you, would you?” She asked him, arching a brow as she takes a bite of her mashed potatoes. Her head cants to the side and she just smiles at the people around them. She can feel the eyes of the professors on them and she glances over at the Head Table. She can tell McGonagall is holding her breath and Lavender just grins at the head of her house before turning back to Blaise, “They don’t think we can have a civilised conversation.”

“Some of have a tendency to swallow things whole but it’s not recommended.” How could she stand to drink that sugar water, he’d never know. The food at Hogwarts was subpar at best. They really needed to get new elves. “It depends on the person. Are you offering?” The idea of lying on a chaise being fed could be ideal but it was too much faith in one person. He’d rather feed himself. Blaise look passed Lavender to the teacher’s table, coughing slightly as he did. They looked shocked but he wasn’t going to play into it. “Neither do I. Civilized doesn’t seem like your style.”

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clever-esque‌:

“that’s the point,” ella responded as she began brushing the flour off her robes. ella raised a brow at the glare aimed her way. “seriously? are you really going to get upset over a little flour. it barely even touched you.” ella couldn’t help but have an attitude when someone didn’t find her pranks even the slightest bit funny. ella waved her wand at his shoes and the flour dusted off. “better? or do you need me to buy you new ones?”

“It touched me.” It didn’t matter how much. Where was a prefect when you needed one? He had just been on his way back from the bathroom. He wasn’t trying to get attacked for someone else’s amusement. Can you afford to buy a new pair is what Blaise wanted to say but instead he sighed and looked around the corridor to see if anyone was nearby to reprimand Ella. “Much. Thanks. Is this what you’re going to do all day? Cover others in flour? Are you missing winter that much?”

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gcdqueens‌:

       “ah, thank hera. a slytherin without a damn prat badge on their robes.” she pokes at blaise’s clothing before sitting down at the table beside him. there were only a few people in the great hall right now. she didn’t care where she was sat – she was just hungry and food appeared right in front of her. she flexes her fingers and just gives blaise a look, “have you never seen someone eating before? do your lot not eat? how do snakes eat? they swallow things whole, don’t they?” she asks, canting her head to the side and cuts up what she can. she just liked to tease - there was no malice there. the one person she found herself with feelings for? he was part of blaise’s house. a sigh escapes her and she takes a few bites, “delicious.” lavender grins at him before taking a sip from her juice. / @zbabini​

Blaise looked up from his meal to shoot Lavender a glare. He didn’t enjoy being touched unless he chose to and he thought that was known. Taking a bite of his own meal, Blaise shook his head. “We don’t. We simply pose around the food and wait. It usually turns out alright.” If it was anyone else, Blaise would insist they leave the table or leave himself. He wasn’t going to give Lavender the satisfaction of knowing she bother him other than a cool exterior. 

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gcdqueens‌:

The kiss doesn’t last very long because she comes to her senses and her eyes widen a bit. “Oh, Merlin. – I thought you were someone else. Ohhhh, no. I’m not feelin’ myself. It ain’t my lucky day, Zabini. My lucky day would have been me kissin’ someone else that wasn’t you.” Her head’s swimming and she wrinkles up her nose at him. “Could’a been your lucky day, though. I’m a damn good kisser.” Padma moved around him to find some water. She needs water. She needs water and she needs to find a friend of hers to help her. Padma sits down and sips from the water now, hoping it would help her a bit.

“I should’ve gone back to the infirmary when Cho brought me inside.” Her head rests in her hand and she can’t go to sleep yet. If she goes to sleep, she won’t wake up. She quite fancies waking up when going to sleep. “Would you like to be a kind human and help me get to the infirmary? Or are you sour about your team’s loss to us?” Padma arches a brow at him.

“Someone else?” Who could Padma possible get him confused for? Dean Thomas? He was quite unique. A one and only. And not someone people didn’t enjoy kissing. Anyone who did was lucky. “A damn good kisser? I think you need to do another assessment of your talent.” He watched as she stumbled around, the slightest bit of wondering if he was supposed to be concerned at her state. 

With a sigh, Blaise bent down and offered her a hand. He wasn’t going to allow it to be said he was the reason Padma passed from alcohol poisoning or whatever was wrong with her. “If you think I even care that much about quidditch, you truly don’t know me at all. Come on. Bring the water with you. Are you contagious?” Blaise thinks to ask before she takes her hand.

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gcdqueens‌:

“I’ve never heard of that, no. Whoever does those silence charms needs a little refresher course on said silence charm.” She takes another hit from her joint and glances up at him. “Well, ‘m not sleepin’ around anyone, so it’s not that. I guess I couldn’t sleep in general. Just have a lot on my mind and smoking helps me relax.” Her knees press to her chest and she yawns into her shoulder. “Want some?” She asks, holding it out for him. It’s not as if she hadn’t shared with the students before. A lot of them needed it at a time like this. They were all dealing with things they shouldn’t have to at their age. They should be enjoying their lives. She lays back against the grass and throws her arm over her eyes.

Blaise wasn’t going to out whoever wasn’t able to cast a proper silencing spell but he wholeheartedly agreed. They were fifth years. It was pathetic. With a raised eyebrow, Blaise accepted the gift of the joint and took a small puff. He wasn’t a stranger to indulging now and then or all the time. His mother’s parties were infamous and tended to have a little bit of everything. After taking another hit, Blaise leaned back and held the joint back to Chaska before looking up at the stars. Merlin, it could get beautiful here. The only good thing about Hogwarts. “I’ll try anything to go to bed at this point.”