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ofgrangers‌ | hermione granger:

   Hem, hem. No one had dared to interrupt Professor Dumbledore’s start of term speech since Hermione had begun attending Hogwarts. Not only that, but no one would have dared to do it with such obvious rudeness. Before the woman in pink had even begun to speak, Hermione was already wholly unimpressed. The mutters of people around her suggesting that the woman resembled a toad weren’t exactly relevant; it was what she said that was the problem. The distinct mentions of prohibiting progress and similar remarks all added up to one very simple conclusion: The Ministry was interfering at Hogwarts, and it meant that Hermione hadn’t been at all eager for her first Defence Against the Dark Arts Class with Professor Umbridge. She hadn’t been the only one to react incredulously when it was mentioned that they would only be able to study theory before their exams a couple of days into the new term. Absolutely ridiculous and evidence of the lengths that the Ministry was willing to go to in order to cover up Voldemort’s return.

   What she hadn’t at all expected on top of that was the appearance of another new teacher, there to cover Hagrid’s lessons in Care of Magical Creatures, leaving all of them with no idea where Hagrid was. Professor Grubbly-Plank was undeniably very efficient, but the absence of the man who had been a friend to her, Harry and Ron since their first year left her worried. Why would he not make it back for start of term? It wasn’t until after she’d left the class and gone to the library to take out a book that she had the opportunity to ask what someone besides Harry and Ron thought of Umbridge. “One of our new professors appears to be making a poor impression, doesn’t she?” she remarked, voice dry, careful to keep quiet and avoid irritating Madam Pince. “We’re all going to fail Defence Against the Dark Arts if she has it her way. How does she suppose we’re going to be able to cast a spell correctly for the first time in an exam?”

The past four years, neutrality hadn’t been a very big problem. Blaise was a Slytherin, and Slytherins respected the choices that he made. They understood the concept of self-preservation. It seemed that some of the others found him pleasant enough to get along with, because unlike some of his Slytherin peers Blaise wasn’t a (outspoken) blood purist. Some of the Gryffindors sometimes tried to goad him into saying what he thought or what side he was on, but they were always left unsatisfied. Neutrality had worked. This year, however, everyone had an opinion. Blaise felt like he was walking through a jungle as he walked through the hallways of Hogwarts, with students discussing Umbridge, the Daily Prophet and Harry and Cedric’s claim left and right and often disagreeing. Blaise Zabini was Switzerland. But being Switzerland didn’t mean he wasn’t expected to have an opinion and that others actually got irritated when he didn’t.   The logical refuge from that all was the library. It turned out, however, that he wasn’t even safe from that sort of behaviour in the library, where Madam Pince was lurking around every corner, always ready to chastise someone for speaking too loudly in the library. Hermione Granger seemed to shockingly not care about the wrath of the notorious librarian. “Is she, really?” Blaise asked in return, eyebrows raising momentarily. It was a way to have Granger speak her mind some more without getting into it himself. Personally, he didn’t think Umbridge was making a bad impression. It was only what he expected, since the Ministry of Magic was on edge. “We’re not going to fail our exams, Granger. You ought to think this one through. The Ministry of Magic gave us Umbridge for a teacher. They know the curriculum she teaches. Logically, the examinators know it too and know what they can ask about what Umbridge has taught us.” He shrugged his shoulders at that, eyes still trained on the shelves in front of them. It wasn’t really about the exams, especially not for Granger, but Blaise surely wasn’t going to get into that.

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@ofglacius a closed starter.

The castle, or rather the people in it, were buzzing and it wasn’t the positive kind of energy that Blaise could deal with. Happiness and positivity meant that people were cheerful as a general rule, easier to talk to and much more likely to shrug things off. This was the other way around. They were only three days into the new school year and everyone seemed to be on edge. Students were talking in small groups and fell quiet when someone passed by that they didn’t want to hear their stories. Blaise knew what it was. Of course he did. Everyone knew it. It was Umbridge, the Ministry of Magic and the story Diggory and Potter told. It was something that Blaise wasn’t going to get into. The library seemed surprisingly quiet, but despite of that Blaise made his way towards the back to find a table to sit at there. As he passed by two bookcases, he found Susan sitting there with her head bent over a book. They were kind of friends, he guessed, and he could do much worse for company. He approached her slowly and smiled when she looked up. “Hey,” he greeted. “How was your summer?” Small talk. That he could do very well. “Did you get any assignment for the school newspaper yet?” Pointing out things they had in common, too. Awkwardly, he studied the bookcase behind her before looking back at her.��“Do you mind if I sit?”

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@pnsypcrkinson  a closed starter

Blaise had a difficult time fitting in with the other Slytherins when they were younger, for the simple reason he didn’t value fraternization as much as the others seemed to. He didn’t see the point in entrusting someone else and letting them into your business, when you could solve said business by yourself just as well, or even better. He wasn’t a people person. These days he still wasn’t, but he had learned that it wasn’t the worst thing to have someone to have your back. One of these people was Pansy Parkinson.  It meant that when he walked into the Potions classroom for Potions club, it was Pansy that he sat down next to. “I really thought we were going to have another Potions teacher this year,” he told her after he shot a look around to see if the Potions Master and their Head of House was there to hear him say it. That would not end well. “Because Snape would end up teaching Defense Against this year,” he clarified. At least then they’d have a human teaching the subject. Surely an amphibian wouldn’t do a better job teaching the subject than Snape. “How was your summer?”

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this is not exactly a starter, but a starter call. if you give this a like, i’ll attempt to write up a closed starter from blaise for your character. i’ll probably come into your ims to plot it as well. 

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i thought i saw that muggle, CHANCE PERDOMO, but it was actually BLAISE ZABINI. the SLYTHERIN is starting their FIFTH YEAR right now. HE is INDEPENDENT & CHARISMATIC, but i also hear they are DISTANT & INDIFFERENT. ready to side with THE NEUTRALS, they remind me of DRIVE by HALSEY. i just hope the PUREBLOOD can do ALEXANDRA ZABINI & WILLIAM SELWYN and themselves proud. have a good year! (blair, she/her, gmt, omitted)

hi everyone! i’m blair and this is blaise. this is my first time writing him, but i have a lot of ideas about this slytherin, so let’s get this started. if you hit the like button, i’ll come into your IM for plots!

Childhood Blaise grew up with his mother Alexandra. His mother moved to Europe a couple of years before he was born and traveled through the continent. Blaise was born in Spain after his mother spent the summer in England in the company of the Sacred 28. That was where she met William Selwyn, a businessman and one of the sons from the Selwyn family. Blaise has never met William, since he left for another country to run the business there before Alexandra moved to England with her son, or so Blaise has been told. He has learned not to question his mother, because what she tells him is usually better than the truth. They don’t have any family that they’re close to or correspondent with often and to Blaise’s knowledge he is an only child. It meant that Blaise is very close with his mother.  

Subjects + extracurriculars.  Other than the core classes, Blaise takes Muggle Studies, Study of Ancient Runes and Arithmancy. More popular electives like Divination and Care of Magical Creatures weren’t for him. His mother distrusted each and every Seer, a trait that Blaise has taken over from her, and Blaise was quick to drop Magical Creatures when he found out who was teaching it.  Blaise is a chaser on the quidditch team. He is a fan of the Appleby Arrows. He had his mind set on trying out for the team on his fourth year, but of course there was no quidditch in that year. He is also a writer for the school newspaper, for the simple reason that he feels someone has to be impartial and not many students seem to be able to. He’s indifferent enough to be impartial. He’s also in the Potions Club.  

Political landscape Blaise’s opinions on the political landscape are wide and varied, but have one thing in common: no one knows them. Blaise doesn’t express his opinions to anyone. He does believe Harry and Cedric’s claim that the Dark Lord has returned, but not because he wants it to be true or trusts either one of them. Rather, he logically thinks that there is no way both Cedric and Harry would lie about it. There is no reason for them to do so, regardless of what the Prophet writes. He wouldn’t side with anyone. Neutrality is an option for a reason, he feels, and both his mother and him have learned the value of keeping to themselves. 

Anything else I’ll probably add more once I have a pinterest board for Blaise and have some headcanons to share!

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~ S L Y T H E R I N ~

“Never reach for the stars. Don’t belittle yourself. Be the stars.”