"Well, Mr. Zambini, we are going to have to fix that, now aren't we?" Snape covers his arm, "Now, class, I would like to show you, a offense of the dark arts, instead of defense. Draco, can you think of any?" Draco shook his head no, but still, he drew out his wand. And as always, smirky, smirky.

Zane waltzed over to the sofa, and looks around, "A silencing spell would be appreciated by everyone sleeping, wouldn't want to wake 'em, 'eh? Especially, with all those, blood-curdling, metallic screams, am I correct, Professor?"

"Correct, and what DO they teach at Lockhart?"

"Well" I say, "Nothing Griffin knows, his own father won't tell him the truth. But, can't we…not kill Blaise?" I walk around the room, all nonchalantly-like.

"I…I VOTE, WITH THIS AMAZING, MERCIFUL DEATH EATER OVER IN THE CORNER!" Blaise runs over to me, I punch him to the ground. After all, he still is an ass. "By the way, who does your hair, it is so lush, and (punch), okay, no? It's so natural, (punch) so, it's a secret, (puch) lets go with secret."

"Draco! Do something! The death eaters without training are doing a better job than you!" Snape finishes casting the silencing charm.

"Hey, who said we don't have training?" Zane says, before turning into his animagus, he ambushes Blaise, who was trying to crawl away.

"What he means is, we have dabbled, or, I guess you could say, it's sort of a required course for the ½ of the school. We get sent for the training, and the others, the parents just want their kids in academics." I sit down on the couch, and watch Zane drag Zambini across the floor by his hand. "Now, I love killing as much as the next death eater, but, won't it look suspicious, if an old death eater who got rid of his mark was seen right before one of his students was killed in the common room of his domain?" HOLY CRAP!! WE USUALLY JUST KILL ANIMALS, PEOPLE IS FOR GRADUATION!!!! At least I didn't tell them about the other thing, like the fact we are all gifted with individual talents.

"She is correct. We do need this to look like an accident, but… what's the harm in erasing a memory or two?" Draco walks over t his supposed 'best friend' "Nothing personal, but it just has to be done" He points his wand at Blaise, "CerebellumEmbezzlatio!" Blaise's body flipped in the air and hit the floor by the fire place with a loud thud and an unnatural cracking noise, sort of sickening to hear.

I walk over to him, my bare feet step on something warm and sticky, puddle all over the floor by his head. I kneel down in the blood, and look where he landed, "He cracked his skull on the fireplace, and we need him to go to a hospital. Where is the closest hospital at?" Zane turns back to a person and walks over to me, to pick up Blaise. Even if he is an ass, he doesn't deserve to die, well, not today.

"I will alert the headmaster, you three take him to saint mungo's by floo powder. We'll say you were all staying up late, he ran to try and hide before I got there and he tripped. Now, go!" Snape in his big old black cape turned around and out the door.

AT THE HOSPITAL…

The nurse walks back out to the room and stares at us. Kinda funny if you saw it from her perspective. A bunch of kids come in with a semiconscious guy. " He has amnesia, but he isconcious, seems like he blacked out for a few hours."

"Really? That's horrible! But, for the most part, he'll be okay, right?"

"Yes, but, you may see him now. But, be careful, he's spouting off a few random things,"

We all walk in, "Blaise? Do you remember me?"

"Did I sleep with you?"

"No."

"Did I try to?"

"No."

"Then I have horrible tast because you are gorgeous! Hey, who's the blonde git in the corner… he looks queer. Is he?"

"No, Blaise, he's strait, and my brother, and Draco, is your best friend,"

"Damn, I thought he was checking me out," Blaise started to stick his lower lip out and pout.

"Listen… do you remember anything?"

"No. what is your name?"

"Lex"

"Really? Because you look like a Vivian, or even a Francesca!"

Draco walked over and took him by the shoulder, "Mate, I REALLY hope that's the morphine talking about my sister, not you,"

Blaise studied him up and down with curious eyes, "…Are you SURE your not queer?"