"You look like a marble statue. You always do. You become the pinnacle of human beauty in anger, joy, and... grief."
Tarra Williams never thought that asking a little boy to play would change her life...
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Blaise Zabini should have gone to the infirmary. Instead, he vomited in the classroom's trash can. As he pressed his face into the cold stonewall and a throbbing pain shot through his body, he chuckled and marveled at the downward spiral of his life.
He counted the number of students he brought to tears or nearly did. He needed one hand just for Nevil Longbottom and two for the students' hearts he broke. Then there were the books he stole from Fawley. The ones filled with dark curses and hexes. He'd gotten a little too interested in those books.
He laughed again. Being kneed in the crouch seemed like a fitting punishment.
He slouched to the ground and let his fingers slip into his pocket. They wrapped around a small package and twisted it around.
He smiled at the stone ceiling and wordlessly mocked the card that came with it,
Dear Blaise Zabini,
I was going to make this card your favorite color then I figured it was black and black can be a rather sad color so I instead picked neon orange with a silver sharpie. I have decided to explain this to you just in case you have been keeping your color blindness a secret. It is alright. You don't have to tell me.
Anywho, I take it that I am currently frozen in my last position before seeing the heir (fingers crossed that the petrification doesn't happen while I'm on the toilet), which means I may miss a few holidays, which means I've got to trust that you don't open your presents early.
Happy December, Birthday, and New Year! (I really should have asked what holidays you celebrate.)
Best wishes, seasons greeting, and love,
Tarra Williams
The smile lines around Blaise's eyes crinkled. For the first time in a long while, he felt something click inside him. Perhaps it was the letter or maybe it was the ray of sunlight that burst through the low winter clouds and shone on him.
He sighed in relief. Was it time to finally get his life back in order? He debated where to start first. His grades, his reputation, the twins. He groaned and sprawled out in the sun patch. There was so much to do so he let the warm sun his body until the bell rang. He pushed himself off the ground and joined his classmates who marched through the halls.
Blaise's eyes nearly widened at the whispers and rumors that followed him. For a second he thought he was Zephryos with the way the hushed breaths whipped behind him. He listened to them and made a mental note. If he ever had to come up with adjectives to describe himself, the gossip supplied them at the ready: cruel, delinquent, bad boy, handsome.
He tensed at them and floated away from the other students. He pressed against the stone walls and pushed through hidden passageways until he reached an open corridor that looked over the greenhouses.
