 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
If he still had it in him, Blaise would have grabbed a pillow and HURLED it at his cousin for obviously not listening but right now his arms didn't wanna move; no part of him wanted to move. The most he could do was tip his head up at the appearance of house elf.
Brown eyes fell on the cookies that were being offered. He was more than likely going to leave them for Justin and Reuben since he and his cousin were both so obviously stuffed. Just the thought of more food was making his stomach churn in weird ways. Blaise groaned.
"What my ill-mannered cousin means is 'thank you', Quirly. We'll put the cookies to good use."
His attention shifted to the spatula on the ground but damned if he'd be pulling himself off his bed to pick it up for her. "Be sure you wash that before using it again." Helpful, he was helpful.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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