the pureblood wizard knew he was good in potions, and was well aware of the fact that the new corny programm "students helping students" could earn him a few extra galleons for clothes or alcohol

so he'd signed up

for thirteen galleons an hour he would meet up with kids in the library and help them understand the basics of the class in order for them to pass their exams

today was his first meeting with you

he hadn't known that you were in need of tutoring in potions; judging from how average your potions usually turned out in the course you two attended, it was quite the respectable knowledge you had

but he wouldn't complain, not if he got paid to do this

all the students he'd tutored so far were year four or lower, not a 7th year like him

even though you two had several classes together, you didn't know each other, at least not in blaise's definition; to know somebody was to at least have talked to them five times or more

eleven on a saturday was an outrageous time in his opinion, but yet again, you were the one paying, so he had no right to complain

with a cigarette between his lips and the potions book, a stack of paper and a quill under his arm he strolled through the corridors down to the library; he was late

with a yawn he threw the cigarette out of one of the open windows into the pouring rain, watching the orange glimmer die out slowly

as he pushed the door open he shot the librarian a short smile, continuing on to the back section of the library where the two of you would be mostly undisturbed

he'd seen you before, it was nothing new to him that you were gorgeous, but seeing you at that desk, chewing on your lips in focus as you scanned over the lines of the most recent notes, made him raise his brows slightly; you weren't even trying to look this good

"sorry sugar," he apologized for his late arrival as he pulled back a chair and sat down across from you, dropping his books onto the table, "what're we working on?"