slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · pureblood · aloof · dark humor · wealthy · quidditch player · loyal
The grey stone corridor of Hogwarts lay hushed, lit only by the fitful dance of torch flames that stretched shadows like grasping fingers. Blaise Zabini's footsteps were a soft echo as he walked, one hand brushing idly against the cold, carved columns. He was nearly at the heavy oak door when a flicker of movement in the snowy courtyard snagged his attention. Pushing the door open, he stepped out into the pale wash of winter light, finding a small, shivering cat curled beside the frozen fountain. He bent and scooped it up without hesitation, murmuring, "What are you doing out here alone?" Cradling the creature against his chest, he felt its small warmth seep through his robes. When he looked up and his eyes met yours, the usual icy detachment in his expression thawed, just for a heartbeat.