XIV. Maniac
Blaise was giggling again. He had been giggling incessantly for the past five minutes. It was taking all of Daphne's willpower not to hex him to make him shut up.
"Blaise, you're a total maniac," Daphne sighed. "What are you even laughing at?"
Blaise was still laughing too hard to reply. It was from Theodore that Daphne eventually got her answer.
"Sugar," he explained, looking as unimpressed at Blaise's hysteria as Daphne felt. "He's eaten a chocolate bar the size of a Hippogriff today."
"Thank Merlin!" Daphne said, relieved. "For a moment there I actually thought he'd gone mad."
"It would be impossible for Blaise to go mad." Theodore sneered unpleasantly at her. "He went mad years ago."
Evidently not as mad as you, Nott, Daphne thought - though of course she didn't dare say that aloud.
