Had the girl been wearing her robes, Blaise may have found her easier to place. As it stood she was decked out denim, a fabric he couldn't stand, it was stiff and made him feel like he couldn't move. When she spoke in French yet again he gave a slight smirk. She seemed to be giving herself a pep talk of sorts, much the way Quidditch players were apt to do before a match.
It was then that the realization hit him. "Well, I supposed that if I were friendly enough there'd be no rumors here as I'm not prone to to play Quidditch." His words came just as she turned her attention to the parchment resting on her lap. He waited to see what reaction she would have to his revelation.