Written for: The Weekly Minor Character Challange
Character: Blaise Zabini
"Pansy. Pansy. Pansy. Pansy. Pansy. Pansy. Pansy. Pansy. PANSY!"
"WHAT?!" she cried after a minute and a half of audible torture. Pansy Parkinson could not stand unnecessary noise, especially if she was trying to concentrate on an important task.
"What is it that you are doing, exactly?" Blaise Zabini asked.
Pansy rolled her eyes. She really did not need this right now. "Are you blind or daft Blaise? Obviously, I'm painting my nails." She shook her left hand rapidly so that the polish would dry quicker.
Blaise glared at her with hidden resentment. "I'm neither, Pansy. What I meant was, why are you doing it the Muggle way?"
She sat aside the tiny bottle of orange liquid and closed the lid. "Well, Blaise, I'm glad you asked that question. The thing is," He almost regretted asking that question, as Pansy was obviously about to launch into full teen-girl mode, something that happened rarely but still did, and forget to breathe until the end of her rant. "I suck at self-grooming spells especially hair and nails although I'm pretty superb at facial hair and make-up but ANYWAYS I stopped using nail spells ever since I tried to do a French manicure on myself and accidentally set a girls shoes on fire but ANYWAYS that's really not the important thing right now I usually have my instant dry self-painting polish set from Madam Mercury's but STUPID FILCH has been confiscating things here and there and I mean how DARE he take something away from a SLYTHERIN I thought this whole thing was supposed to be directed at MUDBLOODS only but he took my set away because apparently it was 'too suspicious to not contain dungbombs' so the other day I cornered this second year Hufflepuff mudblood in the library with Millicent for fun and she started shaking like crazy I ALMOST felt sorry like she turned her pockets around instantly I mean did she seriously think 4 Knuts and a few Sickles would save her it didn't obviously we all know Paps sends me like a hundred Galleons every week ANYWAYS what DID save her was not the My Little Unicorn club voucher or anything it was this little bottle of glossy orange substance I thought at first it was something like Amortentia you know how sneaky these little sluts can be and I heard it's going around the school these days but no when I asked her she said it was NAIL POLISH from home can you believe that Blaise JUST WHEN I NEEDED IT so I took it from her and here I am I know it's degrading to a pureblood like myself to have to use this stuff but desperate times call desperate measure I guess!"
"Pansy?"
"Yeah?" she panted.
"I never heard you use that many words before. Ever. Never knew you had it in you." Blaise said, awe-stricken.
Pansy snorted sardonically and went back to caring about her nails.
Just as Blaise was about to change the subject to something more interesting than girl problems, one thing in her whole rant stood out to him.
"Pansy?"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, what do you want from me Blaise?!" she snapped, seriously annoyed.
"What have you done with the voucher?"
"What? The Unicorn club?"
Blaise nodded anxiously. Don't let her know how much you care, he thought inwardly. Play it cool.
"I threw it away in the library when I cornered her there. Why did you ask?"
"No reason." Blaise said nonchalantly. "Just… wondering."
She rolled her eyes once again and stood up to gather her stuff. "You've been acting so weird these few days, Zabini. I don't know what's up with you, but I have more important things to tend to right now."
And with that, she left.
It was no surprise that Blaise Zabini was up in the library that very same evening, pretending to search for a few useful books for his History of Magic assignment but in reality, looking for a little paper slip titled MLU CLUB - APPLY HERE.
