Vanya Suile - By Invitation Only - Impervius - The Seventh Horcrux

Blaise had been taking a wander around the corridors, he hadn't seen any of his fellow Slytherin's yet though it hadnt bothered him that much. He had spent his time alone to good use, spending time in the library where the other Slytherin's wouldn't see him. He knew if the Slytherin's seen him, he could end up the butt of every joke, the Slytherin who studies. He shook his head, the thought disappeared from his mind, that was the worst possible scenario, to be laughed at by the people who he was friends with.

It wasn't exactly that he didn't study it was the fact, that to fit in with the others he had to be tight about those sorts of things. Blaise though felt alone at home, the summer had gone very slowly and felt as if one day was like double detention with the odd woman who taught Transfiguration. He hadn’t bothered to learn the names of the professors; he found them to be very unimportant in his life at that moment.

More trouble was plaguing him, his mother had met a wizard named Philip Grantham, he was a rich man from what he had heard. Owned some shops in Knockturn Alley, it hadn’t really stuck to Blaise that his mother would marry again. Blaise had naturally not become very fond of the wizards that his mother had caught on to, though Blaise didn't have any type of father figure really. He didn’t remember his father at all really, his father had just remained a shadow in his former life with his parents.

Blaise never thought of his father, as his father. He was never around when Blaise needed him most but Blaise hadn't ever asked to see his father. He believed his mother's words when she said he wasn’t exactly a pleasant man, more manipulative than friendly. Blaise had only had one parent in his eyes, his mother though he had longed to be in the presence of his father when he was truly troubled. He knew it in his best interests, and his parents to stay as far away from his father as possible, no contact was the best possible solution to the strong longing he had felt.

By now Blaise had been used to the whole new wizard kind of thing, it happened many times while he was growing up. It bored him more than worried him, he didn't exactly have much care towards it. It wasn't exactly a different thing, he knew that the wizard would die; sooner or later. Though Blaise had never met Philip, he had slightly stereotyped all of his mothers ex-loves most were: rich, powerful and good looking; on the whole.

Blaise walked quietly down the corridors, he had spent so much time thinking about what was going on in his life that he didn't notice where he was going. He personally didn't care, he knew he would end up getting told off by the old dude Filch. He was the least of his worries, no one had grown to be scared of Filch except for young first years, who had been told terrible tales by their parents; most of which were complete utter nonsense. Blaise was more frightened of the cat than the man who thought he had discipline over most of the student body.

Blaise now was starting to catch up with his feet, he watched as he walked up past the gleaming knights which were on the side of each wall. Blaise looked deep into their metal masks which seemed more like a hollow, heavy stone stuck to the front of their faces. Blaise remembered when he was a a first year, timid but yet had a strong confidence inside. It didn’t show on the outside much, and seemed slightly lonerish in his first year being alone was usually how Blaise liked it, too much company would make him feel isolated in social situations.

He stopped dead in his tracks, there was the tall, slim figure of Harry Potter the boy who lived. Blaise hadn’t exactly hated Harry like Draco and his peers but being one of those friends he had grown to dislike him to some extent.

"Alright Potter, enjoying your time at Hogwarts?" he said with a sneer, Potter was alone ... seemed just as isolated as Blaise, maybe he waiting for someone.

He looked at Harry for a few moments, his dark eyes surveying the tall stature of Potter. He hadn’t changed a lot since last year, still tall, dark haired. His eyes stopped at his hair, just as messy as ever, Blaise had always taken pride in his appearance. He wouldn’t walk about like Potter was, with his hair messed up like he had woken up in a trolls cave.

Always as ever Blaise looked his best, his long dark hair (which he had been growing) fell just above his ears. His mother had been pleading with him to get it cut, but what was the point when he could easily look great in a matter of seconds. Time getting ready to Blaise was of course; time well spent.

((Sorry mines not a good post, I have to go to bed see lol. Oh and sorry about the above post, I forgot to switch accounts lol.))