XXI. Power
"I hate you, but I can't stay away from you. What is this power you have over me?"
Theodore looked up at Blaise slowly.
"Zabini," he said, "You do realise that you're talking to a bar of chocolate, don't you?"
"Yes," Blaise replied. "But it's true. I shouldn't be eating it because it's making me fat, but then I just go and eat even more of it."
Theodore sighed. "You're starting to sound like Parkinson."
Blaise spluttered indignantly. "I am n… ok, alright. Maybe I am. Damn it!"