XI. Empty
"Blaise, would you care to tell me where my lipstick's gone?" Daphne snapped.
Blaise looked up at her with his most innocent expression – which of course served to make him look even guiltier than Daphne would have thought possible.
"You're holding it, darling," Blaise replied.
"No. I'm holding an empty tube where my lipstick should be," Daphne replied. "You've been stealing my makeup again."
Silence.
"No…"
"You're smirking, Blaise. I know you're lying."
"It's a nice shade of pink, okay?" Blaise whined.
Daphne chucked the empty tube of lipstick at him. It hit his forehead with a satisfying clunk.
"Don't wear pink, Blaise. How many times have I told you it doesn't suit you?"