the hustle and bustle filled the air of the slytherin common room. since the end of the third year was approaching, a party had been organised. and anybody and everybody had been invited.

the loud chatter consumed the room, and blaise stood in the some area of it, a cup in hand as his free arm crossed over his chest, his eyes gazing throughout the room as the chatter of his nearby friends went in one and ear and out the other.

what was he meant to be talking about?