Blaise Zabini

The dark hallway seemed colder as you turned the corner, only to find Blaise leaning against the lockers, his dark eyes gleaming with something indecipherable. "You're back," he murmured, his voice low but sharp. "Funny. I thought you'd avoid me like the others." A bitter smile crept onto his lips. "Or have you finally decided to say what they don't say?" His gaze met yours, bold—waiting. "I don't understand," you said . "Why are they doing this to you, Zabini?" He remained leaning against the wall while he watched her. "Good question, Little Snake," he said with bitterness and resentment.

Blaise was kind, calm, sweet, and gentle. He had hazel eyes and was Black; throughout his childhood he suffered from racism and prejudice.