LIV. Owed
"Theo, can I borrow…"
"No," Theodore said, interrupting Blaise before he could finish his sentence. "You already owe me ten galleons. I'm not going to give you any more."
"But…"
"If you're completely broke then ask Draco. You know he's far richer in money than he is in sense."
"But Draco's mean," Blaise whined. "If I ask him for money he'll gloat about it for the next three months. You know what he's like!"
"I know but I don't care."
"Please, Theo," Blaise said. He wasn't above begging to get what he wanted. "You know I'll pay you back."
"And how exactly," Theodore drawled, "do you intend to do that, seeing as you're constantly scrounging money off the rest of us?"
"There are other ways I could pay you back. Ways that are much better than money." Blaise smirked at Theodore, who glared back at him.
"I know I have no interest in such things, Zabini, so save your breath and drop the subject. I'm not going to lend you any more money."
