BLAISE ZABINI: 8 June, 1997

[coolasblaise]

Dear Beppo,

Thank you for your letter. Please tell Dottoressa Giovanna that I am most interested in her study plans, and that I am looking forward to discussing them with her in detail this summer.

It's getting worse here. People are starting to realise that this is a war and that it isn't about which House wins the cup at the end of the year. I

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[sholmes87]

*coldly*

And do you really think you can go far enough away that we can't find you if we want to?

[coolasblaise]

*smiles*

My dear Miss Bellatrix, I would hope you would have no need to find me. I am but a poor scholar. Of no use to you, I'm sure.

[sholmes87]

*tight lipped smile*

You are so very clever though my dear Mr Blaise.

Certainly you must reslise we can use clever people.

[coolasblaise]

*bows head, continues to smile*

But I am a literary scholar. I'm sure my talents would be no interest to you.

[sholmes87]

You never can tell when you're going to need a good quote.

Your...accomplishments could prove to be very useful.

[coolasblaise]

*laughs*

That is true. But nevertheless, Miss Bellatrix, I must point out that I am best suited for the life of a gentleman scholar. War gives me a rash and quite ruins my complection.

*grins*

And that wouldn't do at all.

[sholmes87]

*icy expression*

In a war, Mr Blaise, sacrifices must be made.

I'm sure that you, as a scholar, can understand that.

[coolasblaise]

*raises eyebrow*

Indeed. But the question is, what precisely should one sacrifice?

[sholmes87]

*matches his expression*

Whatever one is asked to sacrifice, obviously.

[coolasblaise]

*cold smile*

I think I would prefer to choose my own sacrifice, actually.

[sholmes87]

*frosty gaze*

Unfortunately, you may not have that option.

So many things can happen you see.

[attentionhoard]

*whispers to Bellatrix, so Blaise can't talk about him*

He's really useless Bella. It still may be fun to practice on him. A little Cruciatus, perhaps?

[sholmes87]

*whispers*

Really Monty! This another one of those delicate situations I mentioned.

*sighs*

[attentionhoard]

*looks dissapointed*

Bella. I want him hurt.

[sholmes87]

*strokes his cheek*

Dear Monty. I'll be the first to admit there is something extremely gratifying about seeing people writhing in pain at your feet.

But the satisfaction derived from the subtle playing with minds can be very delightful as well.