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“Yeah She is....”
He muttered at first, his eyes on the back of her head before moving away
“Yeah I bet she is.”
He stated openly.

"Oh you have a crush? Who is itttt" she playfully asked the happiness not making it to her eyes

He rubbed the back of his head as a quiet blush crawled up his cheeks.
“I have no idea what you mean.”

"As your blushing. Come on we are friends right?"

“Yeah I guess...but we just met not too long ago and I’m not sure it’s going that far with her.”

"Who is it!? They had pretty dark hair"

“It really depends on how she’s feeling.”
He Mutters to himself with a sigh before answering
“Like I said, I’m not sure it’ll get that far so it’s not worth talking about.”

"You are no fun" she joked before walking into the hospital wing

Blaise decided to skip the next class as he required time to study Umbridge's quill undisturbed. He walked along the lake's banks looking at the tranquil water and taking in the peaceful atmosphere of the area. Once he had found a spot he deemed suitable, he sat and took out the quill from his sleeve once more.

It's exterior looked quite ordinary which is why Adriatic had confused it with a regular quill, though upon closer inspection, it was teeming with magic. Blaise cast levicorpus to hang the quill in the air as he inspected it more; it wouldn't do to make his arms tired holding that thing all afternoon as this was going to take a few hours.

Cato turned around, and recognised the person behind him. "Oh, hi." He said, quietly. He studied the quill. "You're a pureblood, right?" He asked.

Blaise looked behind him, slightly startled by the Hufflepuff's sudden appearance. "Yes, though you won't find my family name in the Sacred 28, like the Potters we seem to have been excluded from the list."

"Well, instead of quills..." He sat next to Blaise, and pulled a an out of his bag. "Try this. Its like a quill, but it doesn't run out of ink... As fast. They're much more easier." He handed true pen to Blaise. He didn't realize the significance of the quill.

“Get well soon...my little curiosity.”
He mutters to himself as he watches her breif treatment.

"What? Never mind to Dumbledore I guess"

Blaise held his hand up, "This quill isn't for using ink. It's particular use is to carve written words into the user's skin; Umbridge seems to be quite the sadistic type."

"I doubt she gave that to you." He said, taking a closer look at the quill. "So you stole her quill?" He pulled a spiral bound notebook out of his bag. "Try it out."

Ophelia jumped playfully on Jonathan's back "come on to Dumbledore!"

“Don’t strangle me Ophelia!”
He exclaimed as he ran across the school with her on his back.
Eventually, he made his way to the gargoyle at the entrance of dumbledores tower.
“Let’s see...the password is usually his favorite candy of the year.”

"Lemon drops?" Ophelia guessed her favorite shocked when the gargoyle moved

“Guess your a Ravenclaw for a reason dearie.”
He stated with a laugh as he began to carry her up the stairs.