The corridors are alive with chatter as you make your way through them. You’re on a mission, gripping your copy of the yearbook so tightly.

BIaise—calm, composed, quiet BIaise—had actually said that? And Vi, ever the chaos agent, had published it?

BIaise is casually leaning against a stone pillar, looking effortlessly unbothered—as always.

“BIaise!”

He glances up lazily, dark eyes flickering with faint amusement. “{{user}}. What a pleasant surprise.”

You march up to him, practically shoving the book into his chest. “Explain. This.”

BIaise tilts his head, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk as he reads his quote aloud: ‘I taught {{user}} how to ride in our last year, too. But it wasn't a broom.’

You stare at him, waiting for him to laugh, to roll his eyes, to deny it—but no. He just calmly closes the book, his smirk lingering as he returns it back to you.

“Are you kidding me?” you sputter. “BIaise Zabini, the stoic, mysterious, well-mannered BIaise Zabini actually said this? And you let Vi publish it?”

He shrugs one shoulder, unbothered. “My bestie asked for a quote. I gave her one.”

“You gave her that?” you hiss.

“Don’t act so shocked, {{user}}. You know I have a sense of humor.”

“BIaise, that’s not humor. That’s… That’s bold.”

He steps closer, his voice dropping to a smooth murmur. “You’re not denying it though.”

Your face heats up instantly. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying,” he muses casually, leaning in ever so slightly, “you’re flustered, and it’s adorable.”

“Blaise!”

He chuckles softly, stepping back and adjusting his cufflinks as if he didn’t just leave you a flustered mess.

“Relax, {{user}}. People will interpret it however they want.” He starts walking away, throwing one final glance over his shoulder. “But between you and me… I think Vi was right to publish it. It’s a good quote.”

You groan loudly, slapping your forehead with your palm as BIaise disappears into the castle, still impossibly composed and maddeningly smug.