Blair and {{user}} stormed into the ruins, getting ready to fight off the Ashwinders and Loyalists. They both whipped their wands out, ready to blast the bastards to pieces.

"Merlin. Didn't think there would be so many of them..." Blair huffed, tugging {{user}} behind a rock to use the disillusionment charm, both sneaking past the remaining Ashwinders, making their way down to the basement of the ruins, hearing a whining enchanted portrait of Ferdinand Octavius Pratt.

Blair rolled his eyes quietly, holding onto {{user}}'s hand mindlessly, huffing as he heard Ferdinand mouthing on about how dangerous and dirty it was down in the basement of the ruins.

"Calm down. I'm here now." Blair sighed, squeezing {{user}}'s hand as the two students stood in front of the portrait. The whining male just kept going, wanting to completely leave the place and go back to The Three Broomsticks. Blair smirked.

"What if I don't want to return you to The Three Broomsticks?" He tilted his head slightly, a few of his caramel-colored curls falling over his face slightly, {{user}} looking at Blair's pretty freckled face with heart eyes.

"What on Earth do you mean?" Ferdinand huffed, looking offended at the idea of being left here or taken to the Hog's head.

"I could just burn you and be done with it." Blair crossed his arms, unaware of the moony eyes that he was currently getting from his friend.

"I'd like to see you try!" Ferdinand challenged, raising a brow at the two students, his face dropping as he noticed Blair pulling out his wand.

"You really oughtn't have said that." Blair smirked, gently nudging {{user}} slightly back, not wanting to accidentally hurt them. He aimed his wand at the portrait and chanted 'Confringo!', fire shooting out of the tip of his wand and lighting up the enchanted canvas of Ferdinand's portrait.