Private Message to Padma Patil

[alt_blaise]

Say. I just learned something interesting that you need to know about. The short of it is: put some distance between yourself and Tamblyn.

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[alt_blaise]

Yeah, he lost his senses over hols. But it's not duelling he's up to.

Well, not that kind.

[alt_padma]

Well, what other kind of

Wait. What?

[alt_blaise]

Exactly.

We should talk.

But for now you should take care not to look too cozy with him. That business at lunch didn't look good. Tittering at his jokes or taking instructions or whatever it was. It made you look as if you're included in his business, and you don't want to be. Not prefectly. If you take my meaning.

[alt_padma]

Not Prefectly? How is that possible when he's the Head Boy?

And he and I have always got on together. There's nothing odd about that.

...

You're not jealous, are you? Of Tamblyn? Because it's not like that, either.

Either way, it'd be nice if you start making sense.

[alt_blaise]

Jealous of Tamblyn?

I always thought he was a poof. But maybe not if this is all true.

Thing is, even if it's not true, you don't want to be associated with it.

Take my word on this: you need to drop Tamblyn. If you take my advice you'd make a bit of a show of it, too.

[alt_padma]

I'm not making a show of anything and I'm not binning Tamblyn without a really good reason.

(And he's not, but everyone always thinks he is. I think it's the way he makes his 'r's.)

[alt_blaise]

(I's more to do with the way he walks, isn't it? His hips... well. Whatever. He comes off as a shirtlifter, is all.)

And I'm serious about this. I suppose it's your look out if you want to be standing there when the mud splatters, but I don't intend to be covered in it just because you're soft on him.

[alt_padma]

Fine, you're serious but why? What's so--

If it's not something you want to write in the journals then I'll come and meet you. Where?

[alt_blaise]

Tomorrow, maybe.

Tonight I'm helping Vaisey arrange some things.

[alt_padma]

'We need to talk,' you said. But then you put me off until tomorrow?

For Lakshmi's sake, you're such a prat sometimes.

[alt_blaise]

Don't whinge.

It's not as if you don't have nights when you're off doing your own things. And I don't complain about that.

Honestly. At least I took time to tell you about this, rather than leave you to be surprised if it blows up on you all of a sudden.

I expect you can wait until tomorrow to hear. I realise it's a terrible blow to have to do without me for the evening, but try to get over it. Read a book or something. Or rough out a first draft for our Arts essay.