nny | Random Blaise snippet

Blaise stood up, the plastic folding chair he'd been sitting on screeching backwards across the wooden floor. He cleared his throat.

"Hi, my name's Blaise and I'm addicted to sex."

"Hello Blaise." A chorus of tired voices, a circle of wan smiles.

"It started when I was fourteen. I had sex with a seventh year in my House Common Room and it was bloody fantastic." He smirked, scratched the back of his neck. "Since then... well, there have been weeks when I've *not* had sex, though there have generally been extenuating circumstances. When I'm not in a-" he wrinkled his nose- "relationship, I have a number of fuckbuddies I can take advantage of." He smiled a lascivious smile. "One reccomended me to you, in fact." He turned the smile in the direction of the young woman who ran the group and she flushed, fanning herself with the intenerary. "Takes part in your father/son bonding group, although," he chuckled softly, "I think they may have taken you a little too literally there." He put his hands together in front of him, as though tied, and winked at a slim, pretty young man beside him, running his tongue across his bottom lip.

The woman in charge managed to shut her mouth after a moment, then cleared her throat awkwardly and stared intently at the paper in front of her.

"Well, Blaise, it's reassuring that you can admit to your problem..."

Blaise tipped his head to one side. "... Problem?" He smirked. "I don't have a problem. I just ran out of people in the Wizarding world to tell." He jerked his head at the pretty young man, who blushed and scuttled after him. Then he turned at the door and smiled slowly. "I'll see you all next week.

Obliviate!"