Thanks to the bugging of a girl from school and to a snow day this has been written a lot earlier than I ever figured it would. So here you are! The 30th chapter a month early!! …Because it usually takes me a month to get this things written…

Thanks to Renn! Who made me so incredibly *glad* because she was my only reviewer!! Than again, I am updating before a month has passed so it makes sense that she is the only one.

Renn!!! It's all okay!! The meanness to Draco will be worth it! Trust me! And I'll forgive you for forgetting the gladness. You are only human after all.

Eyes of the Angel by Aloh Dark

Chapter 30: Blaise: Detention Style

Blaise walked a step behind Professor Sprout. He'd just been collected from dinner and was very angry at having to start his detention. He wasn't which detention was worse; his or Draco's. He didn't envy Draco having to go out in the cold with Hagrid, but he certainly didn't want to go to tutor Hufflepuffs. He looked at his watch and realized it was going to be a long night. A very long night.

"Now, remember that you have to explain everything to them. They don't know the theory behind the practices like you do." Professor Spout said cheerfully. "It's going to be a lovely way to help the student body." She smiled. "Although I don't think this is much of a punishment, Professor Snape knows his students more than I do."

She opened a door to an unused classroom. Blaise was familiar with it because he'd used it several times for anything but studying. After Blaise was in the room, Sprout charmed the door to alert her if Blaise tried to leave before he was told to. She shut the door after her so she could go get the students that needed help.

Blaise turned to the shut door with a sneer. He muttered under his breath and walked over to the window. He would have told anyone who commented that he was glowering, but they would have known he was really sulking. He sat on a desk as he looked out the window, waiting.

He turned back to the room to observe it. The walls and the ceiling were plain since the room wasn't being used by a teacher. Desk and chairs lined the walls so they'd be out of the way. He'd never really observed the room much whenever he'd been in it before. He hadn't really cared what the room looked like because he'd been a little too busy during those times to care. But he'd took in enough to notice the major difference. The room used to be bare except for the desk and chairs along the walls. Now there were two desks pushed together in the middle of the room with candles floating above it. On the table were books used by first and second years and some other random items.

He was bored to the point of tears when the students he was going to be tutoring showed up. Three students, all Hufflepuffs. Two girls and one boy. The first girl walked into the room with a look of scorn and walked over to the table.

"Let's get this over with." She said with a huff. Her dirty blond hair was pulled into a pony tail and from her ears hung gold hoops. Her nails were long and painted. Too much make-up painted her face and her lips were blood-red. To Blaise, she had the word 'Bitch' burned across her painted angelic face.

The second girl followed the first meekly. Blaise knew at once that the second girl was the first lackey. She had all the requirements. She wasn't plain, but she'd never be called beautiful. She'd spend her whole school life living off the skin deep beauty of the first girl without caring that she could be doing so much better for herself by getting rid of her. She had her brown hair in exactly the same fashion as the first and her shorter nails were painted too. She wore make-up but obviously knew how to put it on. Blaise knew that that girl wouldn't know, or care, if she was being used.

The boy was obviously older since he had the gangly look of a boy getting the shit beat out of him by puberty. He had brown eyes, brown hair and a tanner than tan skin tone. His facial features bespoke of a Hispanic background all to clearly. Blaise knew that in a few years the boy would be a heart-throb to many more than just girls. He walked over and sat across from the second girl, leaving the seat next to him empty.

Blaise looked at them all, looking at him. "Do you have names or do I have to provide them for you?"

The first girl gave him a slow once over before smiling perfectly but hollowly at him. Blaise realized that in a year, she'd start her life as a man-eater. "I'm Lauren." She said with a slightly flirty tone. The second girl looked at Blaise but didn't say anything. "And that," Lauren said in a slightly disgusted tone. "Is Crystal."

Crystal seemed to glow because Lauren had remembered her name. "Hello." She said softly to Blaise. Blaise nodded in greeting back to her.

"Sergio." The boy said curtly.

"And what do I have to help you with?" Blaise asked, staring straight into Sergio's eyes.

Sergio blushed and stuttered.

"Wait a second." Lauren cut in. "Who are you?"

Blaise turned to her with a look of scorn. "Zambini. Blaise Zambini." He said curtly before turning back to Sergio. "You never answered me." He said.

"Transfiguring animals into goblets and things like that." Sergio answered.

"We need help with levitation charms." Lauren cut in. She obviously didn't like being ignored.

Blaise sneered at her. "Then set up those objects on another side of the room." Crystal got up and started to pick up the items. "Not you! Her." Lauren glared at him. "Please don't make me curse you. It won't be pleasant." She still didn't move. "I know charms that will make your hair and your teeth fall out. I could make your skin winkled and leathery."

Lauren obviously thought her beauty was much more important than disobeying, so she got up and put the items on a desk across the room. She sat down when she was done, sulking.

"Now, this'll just be a moment." He told Sergio. "Both of you need help with this?" He asked the girls.

Crystal looked at Lauren who obviously wasn't going to answer. "Yes." She said for both of them.

"Show me."

Lauren pulled her wand from her pocket and with a great flourish said "Wingardium Leviosa!" Nothing happened.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Crystal?"

She nodded and pulled out her wand. She gave the correct wrist snap but said "Wingardum Leviosa."
"Lauren sit back down." Blaise said. Lauren looked at everyone in triumph. "Crystal's mistake is easier to fix. While yours is horrendous." She glared at him and pursed her lips but didn't say a word. "Keep looking at me like that all the time you'll get wrinkles." He said in a pseudo pleasant voice. She just glared harder.

Blaise was still sitting at the window but didn't plan to get down. Crystal's mistake was purely verbal so he didn't need to. "Crystal, say the key words without your wand."

"Wingardum Leviosa" She said.

"You're wrong." He said shortly. "It's 'win-gar-dium' not 'wingardum.'"
"Wingardium?" She asked, saying it slowly.

Blaise nodded once. "Practice that until it comes naturally."

He had her practice saying it correctly for a few minutes before he let her practice again. "Aim only for the..." Blaise looked at the items at the table. "Roll of parchment."

She wiped her hands on her robe, nervously, before picking up her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The roll of parchment rose into the air only to fall back down. Her elated squeal was cut short when she saw this.

"Just keep your concentration." Blaise said. "Don't let the fact that it worked break your concentration."

She nodded eagerly and performed the charm again. After a few tries she was able to concentrate enough to get the parchment to be moved onto another desk.

"Now try and move the other objects to the same desk." Blaise told her.

Twenty minutes later, all the objects had been moved to the next table with the exception of a broken glass. Blaise had that repaired and set aside. He didn't want to get into any more trouble for having a student being cut with it.

"Perfect." Blaise told Crystal. She was practically glowing from the success. "You may go if you want."

She looked at Lauren as she put her wand away. Some of the joy was washed from her face when she saw Lauren's dark look. She quickly packed her bag and left the room. Blaise waited until she was gone before gracefully jumping off of the desk he'd been sitting on.

"Now you." He said coldly to Lauren. "Stand up and show me how you do the charm." She stood up stiffly and stuck her nose in the air. She again said the charm with a great flourish. Again she got no results.

"You have the words right." Blaise told her.

"Then why doesn't it work?" She snapped.

"Maybe because you're an ignorant fool?" Blaise snapped at her. He hated women like her.

Her eyes grew wide and she hissed through her teeth. "I am not a fool!"

"Yes you are!" Blaise fought back. "Your words may be right but your wrist is horrendous!"

"What would you know?" She snarled.

"Silencio!" Blaise snapped, pointing his wand at her.

She opened her mouth to argue with him but nothing came out. It was like there was cotton stopping her voice box.

"Ready to listen to me." Blaise asked, his arms folded over his chest.

She tried yelling at him again but nothing came out. She finally nodded hatefully.

"Good." He walked over next to her. "Watch my arm." He told her. "This is you." His arm moved in a perfect imitation of hers. "This is what it's supposed to look like." He did the proper arm movements. "Now you try." He showed her the right way again.

Twenty minutes later he stomped away from her. "That's it! I've had it! You're hopeless! Go talk to Flitwick because there is nothing I can do to help you."

She stood staring at him in shock. She wanted to say something but was still under 'silencio.' When she realized he wasn't going to help her anymore she packed up her bag and walked to the door.

"Wait." He told her when she opened the door. She stopped and turned to him. He took off the silence spell before turning away from her. "Now, those transfigurations, correct?"

Sergio nodded. "Yes."

"Okay." Blaise walked over to the desk and sat down on it, facing the boy. "Take that rat out of its cage." He told him. Sergio did as told and placed the rat between them. "You know the charm word to change it into a water goblet, right?"

"Feraverto." Sergio said smoothly.

"Then do it."

Sergio flicked his wand at the rat once and said "Feraverto." The rat changed into the shape of a goblet but still had decidedly rat features.

"It's one, two, three Feraverto." Blaise said. He quickly changed the glass back into a rat.

"Alright." Sergio swallowed loudly. "One, two, three." He counted with his wand snaps. "Feraverto." The rat changed smoothly into a near perfect glass.

"That was simple enough." Blaise said.

"I can't believe I didn't realize that before." Sergio said.

"Now change it back." Blaise told him.

"Change it back?" Sergio asked.

"Yes. McGonagall doesn't care if you know how to do that or not but it's useful to know how to do." Blaise said.

"How do I change it back?" Sergio.

"Reverto." Blaise said simply. "Just point your wand at it and say 'reverto.'"

Sergio nodded and looked at the water goblet. He pointed his wand at it. "Reverto."

Nothing happened.

"Say it again. It remembers what it was. All you need to do is push it back." Blaise told him.

"Reverto!" Sergio said with more feeling. The goblet shook and turned back into the rat.

"Now practice turning it into and back out of the water goblet." Blaise said.

It took Sergio nearly forty minutes but he was soon changing it into a water goblet with ease. In only half that time he discovered it was immensely easier to change it back into its original shape. He practice for another half hour before Sprout showed up.

"Good lesson?" She asked Sergio but was looking at Blaise.

"Look Professor!" Sergio said happily as he turned the rat into the water goblet and back again.

"Excellent!" She said happily. "Professor McGonagall will be very pleased." Sergio put the rat back into it's cage before leaving.

"I expect you here for your next tutoring lesson in two days." She told him.

"And will I be helping that time?" Blaise asked, picking up his bag.

"First year Ravenclaws." She told him.

Blaise decided not to comment as he was led from the room. The night actually didn't go as bad as he thought it was. He hoped that Draco's went a lot worse.