I. social casualty | blaise zabini ✔️

LAST TASK

CHAPTER 17

LAST TASK

Blaise had never hated himself more than he did the first day of Easter break. But he did, he felt like he had a hangover and he hadn't even had alcohol since a few weeks ago. And as soon as his eyes opened to the greenish hues of his dorm room, the self-chastising began.

Why would you kiss her?

What were you thinking?

She was your friend! Kind of... I think.

Well now she never will be. She's gonna hate you.

Why would you do this?

He groaned at his own thoughts and pulled his pillow over his face, wanting nothing more but to suffocate right now.

But of course, that would happen and he would have to face Lyra after the break and probably embarrass himself even more. And now he also had to go home, and meet this new boyfriend her mom wrote about in their last letter.

Merlin, this sucks. He thought as he forced himself out of bed and into the shower.

When he came out he felt better, having planned almost a complete idea of how he could fix this when he came back from his mother's.

"Good luck with you mum, mate." Theo said, barely waking up as Blaise finished dressing and packed an overnight bag.

"Thanks, mate. Make sure you don't stay in bed the whole time I'm gone. I know I'm the o lot way you do anything productive."

Blaise chuckled as Theo held up his middle finger before plopping back down to bed. It was still early so there weren't too many people out when Blaise walked to Professor McGonagall's office.

And he honestly should have been prepared because he knew that Lyra woke up early every morning to go on runs. But of course he didn't remember and smacked straight into her as he was about to teach the Deputy Headmistress' office.

"Oh, hi." She sounded a bit breathless as she steadied herself.

Blaise nodded and brushed down the wrinkles in his suit.

"Umm, so... Do you want to talk about-" she seemed to be stuck for words, which was a shocker because the girl was rarely found speechless.

"...last night?" He finished for her, pushing up the strongest 'I-don't-care' facade he could manage. He distantly remembered a time when he was good at those. "Look, it was an accident. Stupid mistake. Let's just forget about It and go back to how we used to be, yeah?"

He thought saw something in her eyes as he spoke, like a loss of hope. And it flared a joy in him that maybe she didn't want to go back. But of course, he had to push that down. Because he was imagining that look, because she thought it was a mistake too and she didn't want anything from him other than his maybe friendship.

"Right." She wouldn't look at him anymore, her eyes trailing the suit of armors against the walls and not looking anywhere near him. "Well... ok- sounds good, see you later, Zabini."

"Mhmm, later Knight." And then he walked to McGonagall's as fast as he could without making it obvious that he was totally running away from the 5'4" Gryffindor.