Blake had barely gotten a good night's sleep, and as he tossed and turned on his bed, images of Lily and Sumner mercilessly tortured him. But as the night began to fade slowly, and sleep was finally graced upon him, Blake let the distorted images of nothing cloud his dreams as he unconsciously fought to block out everything bad.
For a few seconds, Blake awoke to the peace of his mind's slow recollection. The memories of the previous night were buried away, along with Lily and all she had done to him. But the bliss of his temporary ignorance was short lived, and soon he found himself staring at the imaginary blue eyes that haunted him in his every waking moment. Life was truly unfair.
Sitting up, Blake winced at the pain that overcame him as he moved his sore body. Looking around the dorm at his friend's empty beds, Blake rubbed his eyes. He supposed they were all heading down to their scheduled detention. How could he have been an idiot to get into a fight with anyone? He did not only put his prefect's badge or his house's chances of winning the cup again this year on the line, he put his friends into a position where they were being punished for his actions, his mistakes.
Slowly, Blake got out of bed, then washed and dressed himself. Today was going to be a long day, and there were severe consequences he had to pay for his stupidity. Still, he could not help but secretly blame Lily. If she hadn't made him jealous, hadn't made him angry, he would not have blown off at her. He would not have then gotten his ass kicked by Sumner, nor needed to have his friends come to his rescue. He could not remember much from the fight, having gone out not long after Ashton rushed to his defense. But he had heard from Chace after returning from the Hospital Wing the night before that he and Trevor and Crispin were facing the same detention as him. He'd wanted to thank them for coming to his aid, for having his back when he needed them. But the words had evaded him then, and he'd been left speechless. Now, as he rethought the whole situation, he knew how grateful he was to his friends, even if they too had something to gain from bashing in Sumner's face. Oh, how he wished he could have seen Sumner go down.
Lily standing next to Sumner was the first thing Blake noticed, and it was all he needed to want to start a fight all over again, in the middle of detention. The conversation around him provided a distraction though, and the visible bruises he saw on Sumner made him feel slightly better.
Scrolls. Five to be shared between eleven people, this would prove interesting. Blake heard the list called out and barely registered that his name had not been called, until, two by two, everyone disappeared. Except him.
"Are you wondering why you have no partner Mr. Zepline? Why we are a scroll short?" Professor Rowann intoned at Blake.
He shrugged, indifferent. He wasn't stupid enough to think that he wasn't going to get a punishment, or even a less severe one than the others. He assumed that they all blamed him, and he was correct.
Blake stood solid, rooted to the ground beneath him. He wanted to scoff, to tell the professor that he was not the instigator and that the person responsible was the one bastard named Sumner who did not know how to mind his own fecking business. But he held his tongue. He had been taught by Amycus that, even if you were right, when you tried to undermine the authority of someone above you, you only made things worse for yourself. Silently, Blake took the blame for something he was convinced he was not at fault for.
A choice of punishment? Blake rolled his eyes slightly. Was he not a Slytherin? Did she really have to ask him which he would choose? As if he had it in him to let his house lose 50 points to save himself sweat.
"I take it you'll be wanting my wand then, to make sure I don't try to scourgify the hoops clean," Blake stated dryly, digging into his back pocket to retrieve his wand and holding it out to the professor.
Just no making him do anything out of character or outrageous. )))
