Blaise Zabini

solo rp

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:08:58 GMT

*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* No, I know I packed those robes in the brown leather trunk, you dimwit! NOW FIND IT, PRONTO!

*to himself* Mother. What the fuck is she doing here in England?

*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*

Fuck. Where am I going to go now? *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*

pansy/blaise

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 02:34:02 GMT

*the whole meeting with Potter set him on edge, as he suspected it would* Can't believe I'm expected to bow and scrape to that... *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 his word is law and miserable peons jump out of his way*

*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* No... *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*

*stands behind her* Pansy.

Harry/Blaise

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 01:02:15 GMT

*wanders into the Ministry of Magic building, a shiver down his back at being in this 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*

*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*