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 wasn’t 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. “I did. But what’s bothering you?” he asked, even though he knew fairly well.
It was then that Pansy finally allowed her gaze to shift over to Blaise, the corners of her full lips tugging up into the smallest of smiles. It was nice that, at the very least, someone was behaving as normal. “Nothing, I was just thinking about what Draco was saying on the train today. He’s behaving.. rather oddly, don’t you think?” she asked him with a shapely brow perking upwards. “Either way, I don’t want to put up with his moodiness.”