XXV. Soldier
"Draco's an idiot," Blaise muttered. "He's a complete and utter idiot."
"Is this about the rubbish he was spouting on the train the other day?" Daphne asked. "You don't actually believe him, do you? It's Draco. He never tells the truth about anything."
"This time he is," Blaise replied with a sigh. "This would be too big a lie, even for him. Thinks he's the Dark Lord's favourite now. Thinks he's a real soldier."
"He's an idiot," Daphne replied. "Personally I think he's lying. He's always bragging about his family's connections, so this is obviously his way of trying to redeem himself."
"Daphne, I just told you that he isn't lying," Blaise snapped. "I've seen it. The Dark Mark. I saw it when he was getting dressed yesterday." He shivered. "Such a hideous thing to sell your soul for."
"You wouldn't join him, would you?" Daphne asked.
"Of course not, Daphne," Blaise snapped, affronted. "How could you even think such a thing?"