Legs crossed, Pansy tried to adjust to the chill of the leather beneath her as she sat in the Slytherin common room. Eyes watching Draco across the way, she tried to understand why he was being so withdrawn, so unlike herself. So absorbed she was, that she didnât even notice when Blaise spoke. Shaking herself out of it, her eyes drifted over to him.
âSorry â Did you say something?â
Concern looming through his thoughts, Blaise sat on the sofa with his legs on the table and his arms folded under his head. He started talking to Pansy about about Snape wasnât going to be teaching Potions anymore, until he realized her gaze was fixed on Draco. His lips pulled into a straight line, he raised an eyebrow at her. âI did. But whatâs bothering you?â he asked, even though he knew fairly well.Â