Blaise smiled at her assessment of his interest in theoretical magics. The littlest Weasley seemed to be a little too insightful for anyone's good. "I don't know, the dark, brooding, and dangerous thing seems like it would suit me perfectly," he mused, a shit-eating grin splitting his face.
"I'm flattered you think so highly of my style. I never really considered such a path, to be honest. Though, since you mention it... The idea does have merit." He picked at his fish and chips that had arrived. "Speaking of the fashion-demon herself, I should probably quit holding off the inevitable and go there now," he sighed, actually looking loathe to leave their table.