BLAISE ZABINI: 21 September, 1996

[coolasblaise]

Dear Beppo

Comments

[stagboy]

Who's Lord Chesterfield then? Should I know the name? Being dead does make it difficult to keep up with society, but I never bothered that much when I was alive.

[coolasblaise]

*shrugs*

An eighteenth-century statesman and a man of letters. Not recent society, precisely.

[stagboy]

Different to G.K. Chesterton? When was he about then? He wrote about Queer Trades didn't he? Or am I too drunk?

[coolasblaise]

*raises both eyebrows*
*keeps them raised for a few minutes*

Has anyone ever told you you are a philistine?

*lowers eyebrows*

Quite different.

[stagboy]

Nah, probably didn't hang around with people educated enough to pronounce it.

*stabs a finger in his direction*

You know, I've been warned about your eyebrows. And I wrote it off as teenaged paranoia, but they were fucking right. Your eyebrows have a life of their own. Tell me, do they ever wander off without you?

[coolasblaise]

*delighted grin*

They are quite in control, I assure you. As is every other part of me.

[stagboy]

If every other part of you has as much life as your eyebrows, I'd imagine you'd never get a moment's peace. Up down up down, don't you ever get tired?

[coolasblaise]

*stiffly*

Actually, no. I find restrained exercise quite healthy.

[stagboy]

Restrained exercise? Let me tell you lad, there's nothing restrained about your eyebrows. There's a whole other language there. I could watch 'em for hours and not get bored.

I'm sorry about James. His puppetmistress is tipsy and Draco's been filling his head with all kind of nonsense about Blaise's eyebrows. It's become something of a fetish, I fear. *g*

[coolasblaise]

*deliberately raises one eyebrow*

Really? How easily amused you are.

Hehehehehee. *tickles tipsy puppermistress* Your James is lovely.

[stagboy]

*mock-sadly*
I know. I'm an easily-amused philistine. Can't think what I'm doing even approaching you. I'll get brain-envy or something.

*cuddles ferociously*

[coolasblaise]

*smirks*
At least you have enough brains to be envious of mine.

[stagboy]

Well yes, but that's about the extent of my brainpower. I doubt I'd be able to do my shoelaces right about now. I'd just drool on the floor and walk into things. Too busy thinking about your brains, see?

[coolasblaise]

*frowns*

Indeed. Is there a point to this, James?

[stagboy]

*frowns back at him*

To what? Sorry, I think I've lost you.

[coolasblaise]

To what you were saying?