Chapter 3: The Way Things Are
I Disclaim! Song- Another Lonely Day by Kasey Chambers.
'I just love this place!' Blaise thought sarcastically, stepping into her all to familiar dorm room. The stone room looked formidable. The green bed coverings the only ounce of colour in the dreary room.
"Home Sweet Home." She said aloud to Desi as she let her out of the cage. Desi raced around the room, happy to be rid of her confinement.
Blaise had skipped dinner- the opening feast- she wasn't hungry any ways. She took her usual bed- the one closest to the door, and started unpacking her things that the house elves had already put at the foot of her bed. She started singing.
"Yes indeed I'm, alone again. And here comes emptiness, crashing in. It's either love or hate, I can't find in between. 'Cuz I've been with witches, and I have been with the queen.
"It wouldn't have worked, any way. So now it's just another lonely day, hey hey. Further along we just may. But for now it's just another lonely day, hey hey."
She stopped abruptly and turned to her cat. "Why am I always singing depressing songs?" . . . There was no answer.
"You should be a shrink when you grow up Des. I'm going to bed." And so fully clothed, Blaise fell into bed, hoping that she would be able to fall asleep before Pansy, and Millicent came in.
To bad that didn't happen. About 3 hours later- Blaise was still lying awake in her bed- the girls came into the room, giggling loudly. "Did you see how fat Greg got over the summer? When I first saw him, I thought that he was Vincent." Millicent was saying.
"Yeah, I'm glad that Draco didn't see the need to become over weight too. He probably knew that I would break up with him if he did." Pansy said with a sneer.
"Zabini asleep?"
"Yeah, I can't believe she was too scared to go to the feast. Probably knew that she wasn't wanted, dirty little mudblood. I wish she would just go back to her vile muggle guardians."
"I know, she's just a horrid waist of space."
"Ok, you're making me nauseous just talking about her. Say one more thing about her, and I'll stick Vincey on you."
"All right, don't get your nickers in a bunch. I'm going to bed, I need to look good for Blake. I still can't believe that he is only a year older than us. He acts so much more mature than those goons we call classmates."
Pansy giggled. "You can say that again. I'm just glad that Draco doesn't feel the need to act like a five year old."
'Yay, it's Potions! I just LOVE potions! OK, so maybe I hate potions. I'm so bad at it. I'm just glad that I'm a Slytherin, so Snape doesn't bug me that much. But he does seem to hate me, even though I AM in his precious house.
'Snape's an overgrown leech. If he was a creature he would be a dementor. I just LOVE dementors. Sorry, there was that Sarcasm again.
'So I'm sitting here, trying to make this stupid potion. A sleeping potion. Snapey's glaring at me. I just LOVE. . . ok, moving on. Sleeping Potion. Add beetle wings when potion turns brown. Opps, been there, haven't done that.
'I wonder what will happen if I add the wings now that it's a yellowy colour. Hopefully it won't blow up. Snaple said this potion was relatively harmless, so I think I'll give it a try.'
Blaise added the beetle wings cautiously. "Please don't blow up in my face! Please don't blow up in my face!" She muttered softly. Nothing happened.
'So far so good.' She checked he book. "Add Eucalyptus root when potion turns green." Her potion was green. Quickly she dropped the Eucalyptus root into the potion.
BOOM
"Oh shit!" Blaise exclaimed as her potion splashed all over her, and some Gryffindors since she had chosen to sit by them, and not her fellow house mates.
Needless to say, the Gryffindors were NOT happy. And never was their dear professor. The Slytherins (other than Blaise) thought it was hilarious.
In order to stay true to his house by not taking off house points, but still punishing Blaise, he gave her a detention. Her first detention. . . this year.
'Woohoo, this is gonna be the best year ever, in the world times 2. . . divided by one million and seventy-three. I hate my life!'
'Finally, out of that hell hole!' Blaise thought as she settled down into her desk in the Transfiguration classroom.
Transfiguration wasn't her favourite class, but it was better than potions since Professor McGonagall didn't seem to hate her. She wasn't particularly good at it, but it was by far her best class. She was no Hermione Granger, but she could hold her own for once, and for that she was grateful.
Today in Transfiguration, they were transfiguring string into seaweed. It was review from the year before, but Blaise was still the only one who managed to get it right on the first try. It took her awhile and lots of effort to perform simple tasks, once she got it, she had it for life.
Since she was finished she decided to start on the potions essay that Snape had assigned earlier that morning.
"Why You Don't Add Ingredients When Your Potion is the Wrong Colour. By Blaise Zabini."
Working on her essay while her classmates struggled with their assignments, which had escaped their abilities over a summer of parties and prestige, made them resent her even more. Draco Malfoy, who finally managed to transfigure his string, turned abruptly and did the same to Blaise's hair.
Working on her essay Blaise didn't pay much attention to the tingly feeling atop her head until Draco yelled. "Sorry Zabini, I thought your hair was the string."
'That's weird. Why would Malfoy be apologizing for making fun of my hair?' Blaise thought. She reached a hand up to see if she had missed some of her sleeping potion. Instead she found her hair course and dry. It was green with an unpleasant odour.
Jumping up, Blaise was just about to try to transfigure Malfoy into a snake, when Professor McGonagall started yelling at Malfoy. She paused for a second, only enough to send Blasie to the Hospital Wing.
Contrary to popular belief, the hospital wing was actually a very cheerful place. Well cheerful compared to the dungeons. It smelled better too.
Even though the Hospital wing was cheery, it could not lift Blaise's spirits. Madame Pomfry was able to fix Blaise's hair in a jiffy, but it still smelled a little fishy.
Her hair wasn't the reason that she was still in the hospital wing. No, even though Madame Pomfry was allowing her to leave, she didn't want to.
Curled up into a ball on one of the sterilized beds, her view of the white walls of the infirmary was being blurred by her tears.
Well, this was just another day in the life of Blaise Zabini's, just the way things are.
I Disclaim! Song- Another Lonely Day by Kasey Chambers.
'I just love this place!' Blaise thought sarcastically, stepping into her all to familiar dorm room. The stone room looked formidable. The green bed coverings the only ounce of colour in the dreary room.
"Home Sweet Home." She said aloud to Desi as she let her out of the cage. Desi raced around the room, happy to be rid of her confinement.
Blaise had skipped dinner- the opening feast- she wasn't hungry any ways. She took her usual bed- the one closest to the door, and started unpacking her things that the house elves had already put at the foot of her bed. She started singing.
"Yes indeed I'm, alone again. And here comes emptiness, crashing in. It's either love or hate, I can't find in between. 'Cuz I've been with witches, and I have been with the queen.
"It wouldn't have worked, any way. So now it's just another lonely day, hey hey. Further along we just may. But for now it's just another lonely day, hey hey."
She stopped abruptly and turned to her cat. "Why am I always singing depressing songs?" . . . There was no answer.
"You should be a shrink when you grow up Des. I'm going to bed." And so fully clothed, Blaise fell into bed, hoping that she would be able to fall asleep before Pansy, and Millicent came in.
To bad that didn't happen. About 3 hours later- Blaise was still lying awake in her bed- the girls came into the room, giggling loudly. "Did you see how fat Greg got over the summer? When I first saw him, I thought that he was Vincent." Millicent was saying.
"Yeah, I'm glad that Draco didn't see the need to become over weight too. He probably knew that I would break up with him if he did." Pansy said with a sneer.
"Zabini asleep?"
"Yeah, I can't believe she was too scared to go to the feast. Probably knew that she wasn't wanted, dirty little mudblood. I wish she would just go back to her vile muggle guardians."
"I know, she's just a horrid waist of space."
"Ok, you're making me nauseous just talking about her. Say one more thing about her, and I'll stick Vincey on you."
"All right, don't get your nickers in a bunch. I'm going to bed, I need to look good for Blake. I still can't believe that he is only a year older than us. He acts so much more mature than those goons we call classmates."
Pansy giggled. "You can say that again. I'm just glad that Draco doesn't feel the need to act like a five year old."
'Yay, it's Potions! I just LOVE potions! OK, so maybe I hate potions. I'm so bad at it. I'm just glad that I'm a Slytherin, so Snape doesn't bug me that much. But he does seem to hate me, even though I AM in his precious house.
'Snape's an overgrown leech. If he was a creature he would be a dementor. I just LOVE dementors. Sorry, there was that Sarcasm again.
'So I'm sitting here, trying to make this stupid potion. A sleeping potion. Snapey's glaring at me. I just LOVE. . . ok, moving on. Sleeping Potion. Add beetle wings when potion turns brown. Opps, been there, haven't done that.
'I wonder what will happen if I add the wings now that it's a yellowy colour. Hopefully it won't blow up. Snaple said this potion was relatively harmless, so I think I'll give it a try.'
Blaise added the beetle wings cautiously. "Please don't blow up in my face! Please don't blow up in my face!" She muttered softly. Nothing happened.
'So far so good.' She checked he book. "Add Eucalyptus root when potion turns green." Her potion was green. Quickly she dropped the Eucalyptus root into the potion.
BOOM
"Oh shit!" Blaise exclaimed as her potion splashed all over her, and some Gryffindors since she had chosen to sit by them, and not her fellow house mates.
Needless to say, the Gryffindors were NOT happy. And never was their dear professor. The Slytherins (other than Blaise) thought it was hilarious.
In order to stay true to his house by not taking off house points, but still punishing Blaise, he gave her a detention. Her first detention. . . this year.
'Woohoo, this is gonna be the best year ever, in the world times 2. . . divided by one million and seventy-three. I hate my life!'
'Finally, out of that hell hole!' Blaise thought as she settled down into her desk in the Transfiguration classroom.
Transfiguration wasn't her favourite class, but it was better than potions since Professor McGonagall didn't seem to hate her. She wasn't particularly good at it, but it was by far her best class. She was no Hermione Granger, but she could hold her own for once, and for that she was grateful.
Today in Transfiguration, they were transfiguring string into seaweed. It was review from the year before, but Blaise was still the only one who managed to get it right on the first try. It took her awhile and lots of effort to perform simple tasks, once she got it, she had it for life.
Since she was finished she decided to start on the potions essay that Snape had assigned earlier that morning.
"Why You Don't Add Ingredients When Your Potion is the Wrong Colour. By Blaise Zabini."
Working on her essay while her classmates struggled with their assignments, which had escaped their abilities over a summer of parties and prestige, made them resent her even more. Draco Malfoy, who finally managed to transfigure his string, turned abruptly and did the same to Blaise's hair.
Working on her essay Blaise didn't pay much attention to the tingly feeling atop her head until Draco yelled. "Sorry Zabini, I thought your hair was the string."
'That's weird. Why would Malfoy be apologizing for making fun of my hair?' Blaise thought. She reached a hand up to see if she had missed some of her sleeping potion. Instead she found her hair course and dry. It was green with an unpleasant odour.
Jumping up, Blaise was just about to try to transfigure Malfoy into a snake, when Professor McGonagall started yelling at Malfoy. She paused for a second, only enough to send Blasie to the Hospital Wing.
Contrary to popular belief, the hospital wing was actually a very cheerful place. Well cheerful compared to the dungeons. It smelled better too.
Even though the Hospital wing was cheery, it could not lift Blaise's spirits. Madame Pomfry was able to fix Blaise's hair in a jiffy, but it still smelled a little fishy.
Her hair wasn't the reason that she was still in the hospital wing. No, even though Madame Pomfry was allowing her to leave, she didn't want to.
Curled up into a ball on one of the sterilized beds, her view of the white walls of the infirmary was being blurred by her tears.
Well, this was just another day in the life of Blaise Zabini's, just the way things are.