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|Tuesday, September 9th, 2003|
| ( Owl to Roger Davies with a parcel attatchedCollapse )Means nothing, just a little present for a decent person,
Blaise told herself for the thousandth time before sending the Owl out of the window. Nothing at at all. Gods, don't let there be a worm in it.
|Friday, September 5th, 2003|
| Dear Roger,
I heard you were working at the Ministry. How is it working out for you? And how have you yourself been?
I'm writing because there's a Ball coming up at Hogwarts, a Masquerade Ball, and I wanted to know if you would come, and if you'd save me a dance? I'll be the
Blaise crumpled up the parchment and threw it into the common room fire. This is stupid. He isn't going to come to a children's Ball. And if he ever found out about your little "crush", he'd pat you on the head like a good little girl and run off with the nearest bombshell who happened to catch his eye.
After gathering her things, she stood up and yawned, then left the dungeons for her dorm, annoyed with herself for even thinking about him
again. Current Mood: discontent
|Friday, August 22nd, 2003|
Blaise waited patiently by the portrait, holding several vials of warmed oil, waiting for Ron. Since they couldn't go out-of-doors, she decided the best place for her massage was her laboratory down the hall. It had been relatively easy to set up again, though one of her trunks had been burned through with Malaysian Cobra venom.
"Ah, slave. There you are," she called out, seeing Ron coming around the corner. "Come with me."
|Thursday, August 21st, 2003|
| I hate it here. I want to go home to Mother and Father.
Blaise ran the feather of her quill idly against the fogged library window, idly observing the patterns it left behind.Death or Granger's grandstanding? "I know the answer, Professor Lupin!" Death, please.
Blaise sighed, put the quill back in her bag, and moved to a seat closer to the aisle. "Might as well make the best of a bad situation," she muttered, pretending to read from her Transfiguration text, but actually watching the students passing her. This one looked promising. She stuck out her foot, causing the other person to trip.
"Oh dear, I'm so
sorry!" she exclaimed, appearing apologetic, but giggling triumphantly inside. "Here, let me help you pick up your books." Current Mood: bitchy