X. Letter
Blaise had known what was coming as soon as the letter had arrived late that evening and he had seen his mother's elegant writing in scarlet ink on the envelope. She normally wrote in emerald ink because the colour was her favourite; she only wrote in scarlet to please Blaise because it was his favourite shade. Gryffindor colour or not, he had always been partial to red.
His heart sank when he saw it because she only wrote in red when she was going to tell him something important rather than just the trivial gossip she occasionally bothered him with. He tore the letter open to find that his suspicions were right; she was getting married again. Well, at least she'd had the courtesy to tell him. She could always have just let him find it out from the papers, which wouldn't have been anything new.
Blaise told himself that it wasn't important that his mother was getting married again. He was old enough now to be able to do without a father figure. Anyway, it was unlikely that he would ever even meet the man. By the time Blaise arrived home for the holidays, he would probably already be dead.
He scrunched up the letter and threw it in the fire. It wasn't important at all.