Una volta un ladro sempre un ladro.

[blaising_fury]

I had thought that, with my archnemesis Thomas, Dean's untimely passing, life at Hogwarts would revert to being a bit simpler. After all, no longer must I hear uncouth shouts of "Cool" and/or "You Lothario, Zabini, Blaise!" reverberating off of the corridors. Gone should be words and noises and other assorted things that I associate with

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[goddesspatil]

I'm sorry about Dean, Blaise. I knew it was probably going to get to you later than the rest of us.

[blaising_fury]

Get to me?

[goddesspatil]

Well, that you'd block it a bit more, that's all.

[blaising_fury]

Oh yes, that must be what is vexing me. Thank you for clearing up the matter.

[goddesspatil]

It would seem that I've upset you, somehow. I'm sorry, Blaise.

[blaising_fury]

Whatever would you be sorry for, Patil, Padma?

[goddesspatil]

For upsetting you. Not that I'm sure how I did so, but it's the thought, really.

[blaising_fury]

So you presume?

[goddesspatil]

Obviously I was mistaken, then.

Good night, Blaise.

[blaising_fury]

Do you always doubt your instincts so quickly?