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Tea With Severus; around 6 pm Friday evening [Sep. 10th, 2004|07:58 am]
In the center of the storm

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[Blaise straightens the collar on his robe one last time before heading down to the common room. Pansy and Draco are fighting, again, and no one pays him much attention as he slips out of the portrait hole and begins making his way to the Potions Master's office.

Once there he runs a hand through his hair, tries to squash down on the nervous-excited jitters that always seem to accompany these teas and knocks at what appears to be a random spot on the stone wall.]
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[User Picture]From: stained_images
2004-09-13 12:31 pm (UTC)
[Blaise sips at his tea, shrugging again,] No, not really. There's Terry Boot, in Ravenclaw, whom Professor Spout seems fond of pairing me with, but we only tend to speak about school-related things.

[Looking into his tea,] You are the closet thing to a real friend I have, sir.
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[User Picture]From: stopper_death
2004-09-13 12:38 pm (UTC)
[Severus smirks]

If that is the case, I must say I'm surprised. Have you made overtures to students from other houses?
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[User Picture]From: stained_images
2004-09-13 01:07 pm (UTC)
[Blaise snorts indelicately,] I'm Slytherin, a seemingly close friend of Draco Malfoy's and the son of a known Death Eater. If I were inclined to make any overtures I doubt they would be well received.
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[User Picture]From: stopper_death
2004-09-13 01:17 pm (UTC)
[Severus sips his tea]

One can always hope that one of the imbeciles in the school know the art of looking beyond appearnaces.
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[User Picture]From: stained_images
2004-09-13 01:18 pm (UTC)
[Blaise smiles ruefully,] You of all people should know better than to hope for such things.
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[User Picture]From: stopper_death
2004-09-13 01:28 pm (UTC)
[Severus shoots Blaise a glance]

True. I am becoming maudlin in my old age.
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[User Picture]From: stained_images
2004-09-13 03:17 pm (UTC)
[Blaise smiles at him, hiding it in his cup,] You're not old, sir.
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[User Picture]From: stopper_death
2004-09-13 03:48 pm (UTC)
And you, apparently, have an urge to practice deceit. I do occasionally look into the mirror.
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[User Picture]From: stained_images
2004-09-13 03:55 pm (UTC)
[Blaise laughs then, something not so easily hidden behind a cup of tea.] You're biased. And I am the picture of honesty!
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[User Picture]From: stopper_death
2004-09-14 03:29 pm (UTC)
[Severus arches an eyebrow]

You'll forgive me if I am disinclined to believe you.
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[User Picture]From: stained_images
2004-09-14 04:13 pm (UTC)
[Blaise smirks,] You're forgiven - though I don't believe you either so there.
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[User Picture]From: stopper_death
2004-09-14 05:42 pm (UTC)
[Severus hides his smirk in his cup of tea, and faces the fireplace. Unable to make an appropriate response, he remains silent.]
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[User Picture]From: stained_images
2004-09-14 06:12 pm (UTC)
[Blaise's smirk turns into a smile. He knows that when Severus says nothing it means Blaise has won. He's not sure what he's won, just that he has.

Finishing of his tea,] May I have some more, sir?
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[User Picture]From: stopper_death
2004-09-16 11:12 am (UTC)
Of course.

[Severus pours Blaise more tea]
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[User Picture]From: stained_images
2004-09-16 01:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you, [Blaise murmurs softly. Then, as if remembering something,] Oh I. wanted to. ask you something...
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