Blaise flinches as something, no, someone touches his arm. He peeks up at a face with sandy brown hair, scars stretching all over his nose and cheek. Blaise sees the man's brown eyes widen at his flinch. The man wordlessly shuffles back and sits across him, all while staring at him with concern and worry written blatantly across his features.
The man opens his mouth, and Blaise comprehends the noise with a slight delay.
"Blaise, can you hear me?"
Blaise's heart beats faster with anxiety. How did this man learn his name? Could he be one of Mother's enemies? What does he want? Money? Revenge? Favors?
The furrow between the man's eyebrows deepens, "Blaise, do you know who I am?"
"I..." Blaise searches the man's large brown eyes for any clue to the trick question. He responds slowly, with more stability than he feels, "I would assume you are a relative of one of my mother's past marriages. I sincerely apologize for not remembering what crimes you have faced at the hands of the Zabini household."
The man lets out a sharp exhale and Blaise bites back a flinch. He voiced the wrong answer if the distress on the man's face is anything to go off.
Blaise glances around the room, looking for an exit for when the man gets physical, except he is in a... classroom? That doesn't add up. Taking note of the door to his back right, Blaise takes a chance and hesitantly asks, "If I could respectively ask for your name, sir?"
The man looks broken as he answers.
"Remus. Remus Lupin."
Blaise feels a part of himself splinter with familiarity. Remus Lupin.
Suddenly, a vicious pain attacks his head, dragging out a whimper from Blaise and leaving black spots in the corners of his vision. Blaise holds himself up long enough to see the man- no, Remus Lupin, spring up and reach out before a second shock overwhelms Blaise's nerves, black taking over his vision.