A/N: Hey guys sorry that this is late. If you aren't reading my other fics then you don't know the news that I am in fact moving so my updates will happen but not as constantly as I would prefer. Now I love writing and this is kinda stressful for me considering that I have lived here the majority and this is the only house I can remember so this is going to be my home for a while. Maybe that is why I am not as said anymore of leaving for another state where I have these worlds I love and can play in. Anyways the updates, follow me on Tumblrso I can update yall on if updates are going to be slow or later in the week. Also, this chapter is about half the length that I usually post but I wanted to leave on a cliffhanger so you will just have to wait till Monday for the rest ;) Have a great night/day y'all!
Blaise Zabini finally got the deal. He was able to meet the one and only R. Brings The Drama. Colin Creevy had come to him, seemingly begrudgingly telling him that they were going to be meeting with him tonight. Blaise was practically floating the whole day which caught the attention of Theodore Nott when they were walking to potions together.
"Okay, what the hell is going on with you? You're acting like a peacock who had gotten the attention of the peacock it wanted to mate with." Theo said and Blaise's feathers were not ruffled by Theo which made Theo more confused. Blaise loves snarking about his dramatics when Theo pokes fun at him about it. All Blaise did was nod along, the idea of everything finally coming together he had no urge to do anything not related to R. Brings The Drama. Honestly, this day is taking forever. Maybe Draco was right about him needing to learn about patience though that does seem hypocritical.
"I am having the best week of my life if you must know Theo. You should work on being less judgy as someone who looked like a fool when Longbottom gave you a plant. You acted weird to so why do you have to judge me." Blaise says back and Theo blushes at it then suddenly looks pissed.
"Are you trying to pull one over me? Oh, Blaise, you should know that won't work on other Slytherins. I think you have been around the other sort too much to forget rule number 1." Theo replies and Blaise wants to slap his forehead. Maybe he had been around others more than his friends to try to do that. But he was still a Slytherin and didn't let his emotions roll over on his face and played the "I don't know what you are talking about face."
"Theo, I have no idea why you would think. I was trying to have fun." Blaise says mentally grinning. A Slytherin must have something that they can pull out that other Slytherins don't know about. Something that always went one's way in a snap. It worked as it always did and Theo sighed and gave up on the prospect. It works every time. Just one more hour, Blaise reminded himself and went into the class. This day could not get going faster.
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A Passage Of Time
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Blaise was sitting in an abandoned classroom that most of the student body does not know about. There he sat and he could hear the clock go tick tick tick. Blaise's shaking his leg up and down the click of his heel sounded in the empty room. Then the door started to creak open and there stood Colin Creezy stood. Blaise's heart speeds up. He could feel all of his blood moving. Here he was finally getting to where he wanted for a long time.
Then there was a mop of red hair no one could have expected it. R. Brings The Drama, an amazing writer of news in the most simplistic of terms but interesting was by someone that could barely pull off good grades normally. How could a Wealsey, one that was more prejudiced against Slytherins is the one who did not mind giving them the benefit of the doubt in writing? How could it be Ronald Billus Weasley?