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Title: A Request Denied

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Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2006-01-10 to 10

Game Date: September 3^rd

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters. We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world.

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Dear Mr. Zabini,

I would like to speak to you about your request to leave school for an extended period of time for the broom racing circuit. Please come at your earliest convince. I realize that I am not the Head of Your House, but I'm acting on behalf of the Head Mistress.

Thank you in advance for you time,

Professor Tonks.

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After he got the owl, Blaise hurried to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to speak to Professor Tonks.

Tonks was standing behind her desk neatly stacking the Second Years' papers on Blocking Spells, when she noticed Blaise walk into the room.

"Thank you for taking time out of your day to come speak with me." Tonks smiled warmly at the young Slytherin, trying to be as friendly as she could.

"I have here..." Tonks walked over to her filing cabinet, and tripped a little over the uneven flooring near the cabinet, pulling out a piece of parchment. "A formal request for you to take time off of your schooling to enter a broom race competition." Tonks moved back over to her desk and sat on top of it.

"I'm afraid it is the Headmistress' decision that you cannot take the time out of your education. Your request has been denied. I'm sorry." She gave the most sympathetic look she could muster.

Blaise clenched his fist by his side as anger flooded him. No wonder the headmistress had not wanted to speak to him herself. He tried to force himself to be calm. "It's only week. I can catch up."

"It's not about whether or not you can catch up. Because we believe you can, no problem. But with what's going on out in the world today, we are not going to risk putting you in danger. I am sorry." Tonks saw how upset he was, and hoped that he could see it from their perspective.

"It's my risk," he said coldly. He refused to whine, but this was so unfair. He wished people would stop trying to protect him. He was seventeen. Why did they insist on treating him like a child? First Draco...wait, hadn't Malfoy said something about... "I'm of age," he added in a last attempt to sway Tonks.

"You may be of age Mr. Zabini, and I understand how frustrating this must be, but you have to understand that as long as you are at this school, we are responsible for your well being, and we cannot let you leave." She looked at the Blaise with sympathy, but at the same time she was getting rather frustrated with him. Didn't he understand what was lying outside of these stone walls?

"Bit like Azkaban," Blaise observed, before turning on his heels and stalking off. He didn't care what she said. He was going.

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