Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 17:13:09 GMT -7
Finally a day off. Blaise hadn’t had one of those in a while now. Daphne was still abroad, working on contract deals for a new film that was apparently her dream roll. The actual project? Some famous director’s passion project. From his understanding, passion project films could go one of two ways: turn out as a massive success and end up as a box office hit, or quickly be forgotten and end up as a stain on everyone’s records. Blaise couldn’t really give input on anything in the industry because he was a magical memory eraser. A highly acclaimed magical memory eraser at that. But Daphne enjoyed what she did, and he trusted her choices when it came to her career. She was an established name, so one bad film wouldn’t ruin the rest of her chances. Especially after the one she had just wrapped. Apparently it was highly rated already, and the public hadn’t even seen it yet. He was sure that he’d be expected to show his face during the premiere. That meant remembering what his cover story was again. No matter. When the time came for it, she would remind him. Sometimes he wondered if his acting abilities were just as good as hers. He had been keeping up the muggle charade for years now.
With the wife working and kids in school for a few more months, Blaise found himself thinking about all of this while staring at a muggle newspaper and sipping on some kind of awful frozen muggle coffee drink. It came from one of those chain coffee stores. Now, that wasn’t saying that all of their drinks were bad; their standard dark roast coffee had a sublime taste to it, something that he had yet to find a comparison to in the magical parts of London. Apparently muggles could get some things right. Most of the time they were just an annoyance to him, blabbering on about seeing a floating tea kettle or a garbage can eating a man whole. While they were technically right, they were still only limited to their imaginations, and those were utter crap as well. If only they knew what was out there, hidden from their glazed over eyes.
Taking another tentative sip of his drink, Blaise grimaced. This thing was definitely bad. On a normal work day, he would have tossed it out already and gone into work. But today he had time to kill, and sitting at a table watching muggles interact and trying to stomach one of their disgusting drinks made it seem like he was one of them. To be able to erase and replace their memories meant that he needed to understand them to a certain degree. How they could drink this frozen coffee was beyond him though.