Tarra ~Blaise Zabini

Chapter 19

Blaise dodged a dancing Slytherin. A nacho chip crunched beneath his white teeth. His face curled in disgust at the cheap snack. This salsa was definitely not made by the Mexican witch his family paid to make theirs.

"Blondie Chucks."

The blue haired boy from the stands uncrossed his tan, skinny arms and smiled in a practiced way so his dimple flashed on his cheek. His steel tip Dr. Martens tapped against the ground to the beat of the song.

Blaise glanced towards the porthole. His eyes flickered over the crowd. A chaser and a girl cuddled on the couch. The chaser leaned over to the steamed window and drew a heart with their initials in it.

Blaise sneered at it. It was in the wrong direction for the merfolk.

"I'd like to think that your lack of comment means that you've met someone with a weirder name than mine," charmed Blondie.

He ran his hand through his dark roots. His skull ring got caught. A moment of panic flashed on his face before he ripped it free.

Blaise smirked and said, "I have. But don't worry, yours is the worst I've heard."

Blondie laughed.

"You're Blaise, right?"

Blondie's smile got a little nervous. He removed a drumstick from his black jean pocket and twirled it.

Blaise gave him a curt nod.

"And your family is like really rich and really scary, right?"

Blaise lifted his hand and fiddled his black diamond ring.

"Something like that."

"Wicked," muttered Blondie.

"Correct," said Blaise with a wicked smile.

Blondie ran his hand through his hair again. His face blushed and his words started to fluster. Blaise listened to him. His heart fluttered everytime they made eye contact because Blondie would blush bright red and immediately lose his train of thought. But, Blaise's amusement disappeared as Helen and Juno slipped into the common room.

Juno used her pale blonde hair to curtain her face. Helen kept her eyes on the ground. They clenched each other's arms.

Lucifer Fawley stepped in front of them.

Frustration flared in Blaise as a group of students blocked them from his view. He excused himself from Blondie and cut through the crowd. But by the time he got to where they were, he only met an annoyed Lucifer.

He spat, "What do you want Zabini?"

"To congratulate you on your game, Fawley. It takes loads of skill to miss the amount of shots you did."

Fawley's face turned red and he reached for his wand, but Blaise already disappeared in the crowd.

The porthole swung open and silence rolled across the common room. The music cut off and everyone stood.

Blaise turned.

Professor Snape's dark, beady eyes loured across the common room. His cloak bellowed in an unfelt wind. The students held their breath as he began to speak.

"No one is permitted to leave the common room until breakfast tomorrow."

"Why?" piped a student.

Snape glowered at her and she shrunk back.

"If you would have had an ounce of patience, Miss. Clade then you would know that answer. However, since you insisted on interrupting me...

"Sorry, Professor," muttered the girl.