Blaise Zabini
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The Slytherin common room is dark and cold. Dark stone pillars and rich green velvet. Windows look out into the deep waters of the Black Lake. It’s quiet, students doing homework in groups, or simply reading. Blaise leans back in his armchair, book resting in his hand as he looks over the words. His peace is disturbed though when someone approaches him and he glances upwards.