Blaise stood with his hands on his pockets, eyes fixed, unseeing, on the stained veranda. They were in Greece. They had been for five days.
Draco came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "We have to get out of here."
"Yes."
"You haven't heard anything?"
"No." Blaise was answering automatically. He shook himself out of his trance. "Not since Wednesday," he amended.
It was Friday. Draco swore.
"They're going to find us sooner or later."
"You think they'll look so hard?" Blaise was almost smiling as he turned to face Draco. "A couple of dumb teenagers?"
"They know better than that. They know the damage we can inflict."
Blaise laughed. "The almighty Mudblood-killers! Mudblood fuckers, more like."
"Speak for yourself."
Blaise laughed again.