Blaise blinked a few times, making sure to keep his eyes wide. People fell for his pouty faces more than they did his whiny ones. "Our room is a tragedy. Help me?"
Dean yawned as he waited for Zabini to answer him. As much as he didn't want the Slytherin to think that he was giving into his 'pouty face' as Dean liked to call it, he did owe it to the boy to help clean up as his friends had also had a big hand in making the mess.
Blaise smiled. Success! "You're my favourite Hufflepuff ever," Blaise said, patting Thomas on the head. "Now, when you get to my stuff, make sure none of it has wrinkles. You can just put See-Saw's things in her carrier. We'll be back this afternoon," he said, wiggling his fingers before swooping down to grab his goat.
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"Whaddya want, Zabini?" he asked tiredly.
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"Sure, Zabini, just give me a couple of minutes."
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