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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

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Blaise sits in a booth. No tea. No book. No nothing. He's just sitting there, seemingly staring into space.

How odd.

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[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet looks at him and then walks over, waving her hand in front of his face.

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Blaise blinks, then looks up. "Oh, hello."

He then goes back to staring into space.

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

"Blaise...are you okay?" Violet's wide eyes blink. Something isn't too right here.

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

He blinks again. "Sorry, I was just thinking." He automatically slides over for her to sit.

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks, sitting down and reaching for his hand in a caring manner.

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

"Not really." He looks down at their hands, then looks at her. "Did you enjoy the walk earlier?"

Good job, Blaise. Change the subject.

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah I did. A lot. Did you?"

It kind of hurt he didn't want to talk to her abut what she was really feeling...but maybe he would one day.

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

"It was nice to go outside." Even though that means being closer to Ophelia. "I enjoyed it." He sort-of smiles.

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

"Good. I did too." Right she'd said that. "I'm glad you did. I was hoping you did..."

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Blaise nods, half listening to the music being played down the bar.

"Yeah, it was fine." He still looks out of it though.

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

"Blaise...you seem very sad. Please let me try and help you? As a friend?"

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Blaise sighs. "I... just havent' been sleeping well. That's all."

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

"Thinking too much?" She asks. She sighs. "Well maybe we can get your mind off that. Want to play cards?"

[mogget_cat]

*From down the bar, a violinist is playing a light, cheerful little tune. The notes skip lightly, some soft as petals and light as air, and some sharp and pricking as thorns. The dancing quality of the tune is distinctly mocking, considering the circumstances. Yrael plays, a slight smirk on his face, seemingly not noticing Blaise.*

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Blaise hears the music. Petals and thorns... Ophelia...

[mogget_cat]

*With Blaise's mind already turning towards images of Ophelia, is doesn't take much for Yrael to send images of Ophelia into the music itself. The dancing melody is as light as Ophelia's laugh, the tune moving as smoothly as she would were she dancing across the floor. A distinct mocking tone is hidden in the background of the music, laughing as Ophelia would be laughing, though with more mockery than mirth.*

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Blaise sighs, thinking about Ophelia whenever she's smiling and laughing. He thinks about her as she twirls around, offering flowers to people. Altough something about her voice is off...

[mogget_cat]

*The music sings, spinning Ophelia away from Blaise, still laughing. Her voice is mirthful again, but not with Blaise. The sound grows ever happier as it leaves Blaise behind, leaving the echoes of mockery to keep him company. Soft notes like white petals fall, skipping through arpeggios and laughing as they go. Yrael hums a lilting little countermelody under his breath, smiling and self-satisfied.*

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Blaise shakes his head, and glances over at the bar. He spies Yrael there. So that's it... Blaise pulls out his wand, glaring at the notcat.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael continues playing light notes that sing of a smoothly moving dancer, whirling slowly across the bar floor. His eyes are half-shut, only the bottom halfs of his catlike pupils are visible in his bright green eyes. He seems not to see Blaise, continuing to hum a lilting tune and smiling to himself.*

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Blaise points his wand at Yrael.

"Petrificus Totalus!" he mutters under his breath. That way Yrael'll stop playing his violin.

[binds arms and legs together]

[mogget_cat]

*Blaise can watch as the spell quickly flies towards Yrael. A split second before the spell hits, Yrael's form seems insubstantial, blurring in a white haze. The spell goes through Yrael, but before it even hits the wall behind him, Yrael is solid once more, stooping swiftly to catch his violin, which had fallen through his hand and shoulder. Straightening, Yrael looks at Blaise expectantly, a smirk upturning the corners of his mouth.*

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Blaise curses. A lot. For shame, Blaise. For shame.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Wiping the scowl from his face, Blaise looks at Yrael. "Excuse me."

[mogget_cat]

*The smirk doesn't change.*

Should I?

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

The corner of Blaise's mouth twitches.

"Could you play something else? Something not so... flowery?"