The sun was warm on his skin. Out on a terrace in Italy, Blaise Zabini lounged against the rails and surveyed the landscape. The cobbled steps below him and the local beauties, though, didn't arouse so much as a bored yawn from the youth.
His thoughts drifted to England and everyone he left behind. 'Not a lot of them,' Blaise thought. But then, as teenaged boys' minds are wont to do, his musings turned to more sexual avenues. Abandoned classrooms, his bed in his dorm, the prefect's bathroom, the Quidditch locker rooms, toned muscles, Slytherin robes, blond hair, grey eyes...