North.
Blaise was alone, which he had not expected. Theo had instructed him to take Astoria with him, but she refused. He had expected her to break down, but he supposed she had spent all that pain on her sister. Instead, she grabbed a bag and apparated away without so much as a word goodbye. Pansy had been gone for weeks now, whether that was grief or something more sinister he had no way of knowing. The war had taken so much from them, but no one had been prepared for what was next. For the way it continued to take from their lives, for the unsteadiness that broke their hope, and for this silent destruction. Part of him wondered if there was someone orchestrating this, or if was all them, all of the survivors unable to cope with any kind of future. But now he found himself alone, walking down an unfamiliar path as his life disappeared behind him.
Where to? North he supposed, that was a good place to start.