Blaise Zabini (slytherince) wrote in skewl_of_kewl,
Blaise Zabini

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Slytherin common room

Blaise is sitting by the fire in the common room, his novel tucked under his arm and Gabrielle lying at his heels. His expression is solemn.

"I can't believe I haven't spoken to Tracey in almost a week," he says to Gabrielle, eyes fixed upon the blueish flames just along the floor of the hearth. I've never been so lonely, he adds silently.

Gabrielle crowls to him curiously.

"No," he says, shaking his head without taking his eyes away. "I can't just go talk to her about this one. We really . . . dug into each other this time. Neither of us left much room for apologies."

He takes up his novel, finally looking away.

"I just wish I could find a way to . . ." He sighs. "I'm not sure what I wish."

Opens his novel to the bookmark and picks up where he had left off the previous night.
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