Post by blaise leo zabini on Apr 27, 2021 19:03:01 GMT -7
February 15th, 2026
With a large portion of the older students outside of the castle and having traveled to the island of Hy-Brasil for the weekend, Blaise realized exactly how empty the castle really was. There had only been one other time where he could even think of it being the same, and that was during his seventh year of school. The eerie silence in the hallways brought back unwanted memories of the entire ordeal and had driven him to take care of personal business for the majority of the weekend, outside and away from Hogwarts. He preferred to not sulk in the corridors and this was one of his only chances to escape before the flood of children came back sporting druid trinkets and stories of the wild things they saw on the island. It was surely going to halt classes for the next week at the very least, though he had planned for that ahead of time. While he had never personally been to the island, he had met delegates of the community throughout his years in the Ministry, so he sort of had an idea of what the community was like. The students were in good hands there, and he was sure there would be a few that wouldn’t want to return back to school at the end of it. Their loss, because he had a history lesson on dark creatures and the relationship they had with druids. It seemed like the perfect time for it, after all.
This short break was the best time for a catch up though, and he had owled his daughter, Adelaide, a few days prior to see if she wanted to catch up over lunch. Unfortunately the most distance he was allowed to go from the school was Hogsmeade, but that was only because the school needed to find him quickly if something happened with a Slytherin. Why he chose to take the Head of house position was still beyond him. It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
While Hogsmeade lacked any serious places to eat, the Three Broomsticks was better than it had been during his school years, and was a guaranteed decent meal if one arrived at the right time of day. During trip weekends, it definitely lacked in quality, but it was bound to be quieter than normal, and he chose to arrive well before what would be considered the pub’s lunch rush. Even that on a regular weekend was just a group of wizened warlocks that were well beyond their years, typically reminiscing on how potion development used to be an art, and how the new-fangled way of doing things was preposterous. On three separate Sundays now, he had heard this same debate. As he took a seat deep into the bar, he hoped he wouldn’t be privy to another one whilst he waited for his daughter to arrive.
Adelaide Gemma Zabini ● 482 ● Idolatrine by Ghost
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0