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  <title>Blaise Zabini</title>
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  <updated>2008-02-25T02:08:58Z</updated>
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    <title>solo rp</title>
    <published>2008-02-25T02:08:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-25T02:08:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*he's been gone all day, meeting with some Italian businessmen in town and then hit the health club* *his head hurts, but it's been a shite week anyway, ever since that damned party of Pansy's, and he wasn't ready for tomorrow morning's briefing with his superiors* *prepares himself for an evening of grueling paperwork when he hears the shrill yet familiar voice screaming as soon as he opens the door* &lt;b&gt;No, I know I packed those robes in the brown leather trunk, you dimwit! NOW FIND IT, PRONTO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to himself* Mother. &lt;i&gt;What the fuck is she doing here in England?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*his elderly house-elf wanders by, smiling as she catches a glimpse of him* GHITA, WAS THAT BLAISE AT THE DOOR? *puts his hands over his eyes, nodding at her* *the elf sighs, nodding back as she covers her eyes as well* Signora, I no see Master Blaise anywhere.  *walks slowly, her eyes still covered as made her way upstairs toward her Mistress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fuck. Where am I going to go now? &lt;/i&gt; *picks up his cloak, heads back out the door, wondering why a grown man would  slink out the house, hiding from his mother, and whether he should head toward the Savoy or the Ritz*</content>
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    <title>pansy/blaise</title>
    <published>2008-01-14T02:34:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-16T02:05:27Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">*the whole meeting with Potter set him on edge, as he suspected it would* &lt;i&gt;Can't believe I'm expected to bow and scrape to that...&lt;/i&gt; *doesn't say 'the word', dangerous to even think it now, in this country* *exhales, a shiver running down his back as he walks as quickly as he can, wanting to be out of this building, wanting to fly back home, where &lt;b&gt;his&lt;/b&gt; word is law and miserable peons jump out of &lt;b&gt;his&lt;/b&gt; way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes his head, realising that this mission will mean several weeks at the very least back in England* *begins making mental notes to have his mother's old townhouse cleaned and opened (and any current residents evicted, if anyone happened to be living there)* *is about to walk out the door when a flash of black hair catches his eye* &lt;i&gt;No...&lt;/i&gt; *his eyes follow the smartly dressed witch as she walks toward the row of lifts* *turning, he walks quickly back inside the building to catch up to her* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stands behind her* Pansy.</content>
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    <title>Harry/Blaise</title>
    <published>2008-01-14T01:02:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-16T01:52:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">*wanders into the Ministry of Magic building, a shiver down his back at being in &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; building again* *hadn't been there since the trials after the war, and the whole place still left him slightly on edge* *brushing the edges of his crisp Italian suit under his heavy winter cloak, he braces himself and headed for the lifts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*listening carefully, he walked off as the lift called out 'Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Auror division'* *looks around, finally stopping to ask someone where Potter's office was* *taking a deep breath, raps quickly on the door*</content>
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