"Zabini," I said, demanding Zabini's attention.
"What?" Zabini said crossly, "Can you not see that I'm trying to eat?" Zabini had looked up with a glare upon his features and food upon his lips. He had always been a disgusting pig when it came to eating.
"If by eating you mean acting like a starved Mudblood, then yes, I do see you eating. But more importantly, I have news." I said before seating myself at the Slytherin table, across from Zabini.
"Let me guess," Zabini said, in that tone that meant he knew exactly what I was thinking. He really fools everyone, acting so confident. He convinces people that he knows everythingabout them. It's a help when it comes to blackmailing people, and I guarantee that he doesn't know half the things he says he does. It's one of the many tributes that makes him one of my fellow Slytherins. "You've slept with every 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th year Hufflepuff girl. I'm sorry to say this, man, but that isn't a great accomplishment. In fact, it just makes you more of a man whore. A man whore with horrible taste! I mean, come on! Who goes after ditsy hufflepuffs?" said my so called best friend. I have to admit, though, that was a good one.
"As if," I scoff. "I don't have time for my conquests any longer. Besides," I say and then pause.
I then say a code in a lowered voice. "I have news from up under the green umbrella,"
That got his attention quick.
"Good or bad?" he said as if he wasn't interested. I could tell though from his gaze that he was very interested. More like worried, really.
"Neither, really, when you're thinking about us at school. It's just that there is going to be another Mudblood here. The sorting is tonight," I say offhandedly. At the moment, I didn't really care about another Mudblood.
Zabini took a quick breath, no longer worried I take it.
"What year?" he asks.
I think about it for a second, but for some reason, I decide to lie. "I don't know. That's all Aunt Bella told me."
He rolls his eyes and then asks me another question."What age?"
"I don't know."
"Boy or girl?"
"I don't know."
"Where is it from?"
"I don't kno-"
"Attention please! I have an announcement!" reverberated across the huge hall. Sorting time had come.