"Stop trying to console me. I'm inconsolable, okay?"
Blaise rolled his eyes at Draco's antics. No one had said a word while the blond had been wailing about the state of his hair.
Sure, it wasn't as shiny smooth as it could have been, and maybe there was a bit off hair poking off in the wrong direction, but really? Was that enough to be destroying the hearing of every Slytherin in the near vicinity? Really?
Blaise was sure that Draco's father wasn't going to be the only one hearing about this, if the expressions of nearly every other Slytherin were of any indication.
"Would you stop behaving like a right prat? The Gryffindors are laughing at you!" Blaise hissed, finally realising that they weren't quite in the comfort of their own Common Room.
Draco looked around wide-eyed, noticing that the Gryffindors were indeed laughing.
Blaise wasn't sure whether it was at Draco or not, but it worked to shut Draco up for the rest of the evening.
Written for October Event: Bingo [75]