Zabini III
Blaise gave the new man a look that spoke volumes of what he thought of his obvious intelligence. Blaise wondered if he spoke slower if the others would comprehend anything beyond their own stupidity and decided it wouldn't make any difference. He had been decided guilty before even entering the room.
"I was born and raised in Italy." He said it with incredible disdain and derision. "Is it abnormal to miss your homeland? Is it against some unwritten law to want to visit home? Home is sunny and warm, London is rainy and cold." He nearly rolled his eyes at the ridiculous line drawn between the journal and the Death Eaters.
He was impassive and he almost asked them to hurry up.