Post by Blaine Trastiano on Apr 6, 2008 13:00:17 GMT -5
Blaine walked into the Leaky Cauldron. School woud be starting again, soon; ergo, he needed to be back in London. It'd been a long Summer, and he was thankful for it to end. "Just think, in five days from now, I'll be on the Hogwarts Express, heading back to my home. Just five more days. You can hang in there, long enough."
He'd come close to getting the mark on his arm. Blaine Trastiano had been so close in following his father's footsteps--but he had realized that it just simply wasn't him. So, how long did it take for the normal-bad a*s at school to turn into a sweet, gentle kind of guy? Well, it had taken him a whole year, honestly. Only during the Summer—when he'd finally made the decision not to join the Death Eaters did he completely change.
He was a brand new person, and he was loving the new world. Instead of trying to hurt someone whenever they walked by, he offered them a smile. Of course, he was still a guy—and guys like him loved to play jokes on people. He was a prankster, yes, but a sweet one.
Looking around, Blaine took of his dark sunglasses. All he needed now, was a room and a drink. He had his trunk with him, so he pulled it along as he walked up to the counter.
“I need a room for five days and nights, please.” He asked, waiting for the barkeep to give him what he needed. The barkeep gave him a set of keys, telling him he was in room six.. Blaine went through his pockets for a moment, searching for the correct amount of money, before he set it down. Thanking the Barkeep, he took his trunk and went upstairs to his room. Once inside, he made sure he looked at least presentable, and once he made sure of that, he walked back downstairs.
Going over to the counter again, he ordered himself a Butterbeer.
He'd come close to getting the mark on his arm. Blaine Trastiano had been so close in following his father's footsteps--but he had realized that it just simply wasn't him. So, how long did it take for the normal-bad a*s at school to turn into a sweet, gentle kind of guy? Well, it had taken him a whole year, honestly. Only during the Summer—when he'd finally made the decision not to join the Death Eaters did he completely change.
He was a brand new person, and he was loving the new world. Instead of trying to hurt someone whenever they walked by, he offered them a smile. Of course, he was still a guy—and guys like him loved to play jokes on people. He was a prankster, yes, but a sweet one.
Looking around, Blaine took of his dark sunglasses. All he needed now, was a room and a drink. He had his trunk with him, so he pulled it along as he walked up to the counter.
“I need a room for five days and nights, please.” He asked, waiting for the barkeep to give him what he needed. The barkeep gave him a set of keys, telling him he was in room six.. Blaine went through his pockets for a moment, searching for the correct amount of money, before he set it down. Thanking the Barkeep, he took his trunk and went upstairs to his room. Once inside, he made sure he looked at least presentable, and once he made sure of that, he walked back downstairs.
Going over to the counter again, he ordered himself a Butterbeer.