When: Present Day (Game Time) Evening Where: Order Safe House With: Minerva @shesall
Bloise tried not to frequent Order safe houses very often, they were needed by those currently on active missions much more than he and he has his own apartment to remain in. But, there was a reason he was reluctant to return. His sister said she’d be stopping by to drop off some new ingredients he’d wanted since there wasn’t room in the shop and he wasn’t... in a state he’d want her to see.
He tried to keep his anger his check, he was much better at it now but, those two murders, on the edge of such a happy party, one he’d taken his sister too! He’d put her in danger, he should’ve known better, he should’ve been more vigilant. Alastor would be ashamed. So he’d gone sparring, turned a desk into a wooden manakin and punched, kicked, tackled and head-butted till he felt able to think again. All that was left behind was a hollow feeling of shame and two heavily scratched and bleeding hands.
So he was hiding for lack of a better word. He’d sneak back home after he was sure Niniane would have been and gone and fix himself up. Or at least that was the plan until the door opened and he jolted up to see his old Transfiguration teacher walk in. “Professor McGonagall. I-I didn’t know his house was in use Ma’am.” he said politely, keeping his head down and (somewhat childishly) trying to hide his battered hands behind his back.
