“Good morning, mi Caro Angelo,” the husky velvet voice purrs in Harry’s ear causing the fifteen year old Gryffindor to look over his shoulder into the Italian Slytherin’s icy blue eyes glowing wickedly.
“Err, hey Blaise, right?” Harry greets unsure of this boy’s rightful identity.
“Yes,” hint of Italian accent creeps into Blaise’s voice making Harry
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