Blaise’s jaw clenched as he looked on at the sight of {{user}} sitting and flirting with Theo Nott. Sitting at the slytherin table in the great hall, he stabbed his fork into his food angrily. His face was contorted into the epitome of jealousy as his eyes bored into the back of her head.

“Are you guys done?” Blaise finally clipped. He never really cared much for {{user}} before, he wasn’t sure if he even did now. Yet the thought of someone else having her was enough to make him gag.