"We are at the Air Canada Center, home to the Toronto Maple Leafs and the Toronto Raptors, and may I suggest something Blaise?" Salazar didn't wait for Blaise to answer but instead he went on with his point. "Relax, obviously you aren't going home, so give it up and at least look like you're enjoying yourself. That attitude of your's is starting to giv me a headache." Salazar rubbed lightly at his forehead.
Blaise looked to Salazar and gave him a look that sarcastically said 'fine'. "But how can we Port Key around Muggles?" Blaise figured that all these people around him were exactly that, Muggles. "That's against wizard law."
"And I would know? I lived way before this time and I don't know any of your new laws. Leave the technicals for later, all your questions will be answered when this is over."
Blaise huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "What's that?" he asked after a few minutes of silence, he was pointing towards the oval - or round rectangle - with the lines.
"That would be a hockey rink. Hockey's a Muggle sport," Salazar began explaining. "It's played on ice in which two teams compete against each other. They score a goal when they shoot the puck, that's that little black disc, into the other team's net. You see the white team they're the Toronto Maple Leafs, the black team are the Ottawa Senators. The Sens are the Leafs ultimate rival, coming from the same Province and all." (A/n: Is Ottawa's 'Away' jersey black? I'm not sure if it's that or red . . . I know it's one or the other)
Blaise looked to Salazar in disbelief, "You know all that, but nothing about today's wizard law?"
Salazar sighed, "Talk to the one with the contract."
"Billye?"
Salazar nodded slowly.
"Seems like she's the one running the show here."
"No kidding," Salazar smirked. "On with the game. Hockey is played in three periods, each lasting twenty minutes. As you can see we are presently in the third period with only a minute remaining." As he said this Salazar pointed up ahead to where there was a big black bored, with a moving picture ("I thought Muggles had still pictures!" Blaise exclaimed, not knowing about televisions) and big, yellow numbers. "Toronto is up four - two, I think we know who's going to win this one."
As the clock counted down the thirty seconds that remained, Blaise and Salazar watched as Ottawa took one last shoot on the Toronto goalie, the buzzer went and the crowd started to scream and yell.
Blaise turned his attention from the rink to a man who was standing only a few seats away from him, he was clad in a blue Leafs jersey. "EAT THAT OTTAWA!" he yelled loudly. "WE'LL BEAT YOU AGAIN, LIKE WE ALWAYS DO!!"
Blaise laughed at the man, thinking his behaviour was very peculiar.
"Crazed fans," Salazar mumbled. "They're obsessed and often with games like this they take a win quite personally."
"You're telling me, that's as bad as when Slytherin plays Gryffindor at Quidditch."
"That rivalry still going on?"
"Yeah, I think it'll only stop when the school blows up," Blaise joked.
"The school can't blow up," Salazar said quite seriously, "I specifically remember us putting charms on it so-"
"I was only joking," Blaise interrupted with a laugh. "I know the school can't blow up, I'm not stupid. Honestly 'Zar who do you think I am?"
Salazar glared at the boy. "Zar?" he questioned.
Blaise shrugged, "I kind of like it."
"Well I don't, it's not like I call you 'Zab or anything."
"Go ahead. So Zar where are we off to now?" Blaise grinned, he was enjoying it now that he had something he could use to piss Salazar off.
"Where ever the Port Key takes us, but that won't be for another twenty minutes or so. For now sit and listen to me."
"Do I have to?"
Salazar glared. "Quite frankly, yes you do. Now just listen to me and what I have to say."
"That'll be exciting." Blaise rolled his eyes and slumped back in his seat.
Salazar just ignored him and went on talking about the Leafs. "Every year they beat Ottawa in the playoffs, but they can never seem to pass the next round. They haven't won the Stanley Cup in a long time. That's like your Quidditch Cup. But I think this year is different. They'll beat Ottawa again and then go on to claim the Cup."
"Seeing that you aren't from this time and you aren't Muggle, how the hell can you like a Muggle team that much?"
"It's part of the contract," he said with a sigh.
"No way!?"
Salazar nodded and rose from his plastic chair. He stretched out his legs and his back. "Now I think it's just about time we get going, come on, up you get."
Blaise stood up from his seat.
"Wow, he actually does listen, amazing," Salazar snided under his breath. From the ground Salazar picked up a pamphlet decorated with the Maple Leaf logo on the cover. "Hold on," he advised.
Both Blaise and Salazar gripped the pamphlet-Port Key, waited a bit - but nothing happened.
"Nothing's happening," Blaise commented in a high pitched voice.
"No shit, as if I didn't know. Just give it awhile."
So they waited, and waited, and waited a bit longer. But still nothing seemed to happen. By now the entire arena had cleared out and the only people who remained other then Blaise and Salazar were those whose job it was, was to clean up after the game.
"Zar I think you have the wrong thing."
"I do not, now silence from you."
They both remained gripped to that little pamphlet. Salazar stared intently upon it, while Blaise looked around the arena, finally focussing his attention upon a fly that buzzed several rows ahead of him.
"This is the most interesting bit of Toronto yet!" he said sarcastically. "I mean Hogwarts flies aren't this exciting."
"Sh-" Salazar started, but didn't finish because he was suddenly jerked forward, along with Blaise, as the Port Key finally decided it was going to work and bring the two to their next location in the city.