Character Appreciation: friendship
Showtime, The Confrontation: "Men like you can never change."
Holmes Mystery: superficial
Word Count: 333
"What about Hestia or Flora?" Millicent asks as she and Blaise sit by the fountain in the courtyard, watching the crowds of students trek along through the thin layer of snow.
Blaise offers her a lazy shrug of his shoulders before turning his attention to the book balanced awkwardly on his long legs. "Not really my type," he murmurs.
"Men like you can never change," she snorts.
Intrigued, he shifts his gaze back to his friend. An amused smirk plays at his lips. "Men like me?" he echoes, poking her shoulder gently with his slender finger. "And what exactly am I like?"
"Superficial."
"Ouch." He rests a hand over his heart, feigning offense. "You wound me, Mill."
She chuckles and shakes her head, pushing a hand through her short, caramel hair. "Just saying. You're notoriously picky. If you don't ask someone soon, you won't have a date to the Yule Ball."
Blaise rolls his eyes at that. He doesn't actually care about the stupid ball. In fact, if he hears Draco Malfoy mention it again, he might lose his mind. Still, he feels obligated to go. It's not something that happens often, and everyone acts like it's such a big deal. That doesn't mean he wants to actually take a date, though. Everyone may call him picky, but, truthfully, he is just too focused on his own goals, too driven to gain the world, that he can't even be bothered to entertain the notion of dating.
"Go with me to the ball," he says simply.
Millicent snorts. "No offense, mate, but I'm still pretty gay," she reminds him.
"And I don't want to have to spend the night assuring my date that she's the prettiest girl in the room, and I'm head over heels for her," he counters.
His friend considers for a moment. Finally, after a stretch of silence, she takes his hand in hers and gives it a firm shake. "Great. It's not a date!"
Blaise grins. "Sounds good to me."
