"Regular unannounced visits or continuous howlers?" That was the only way he could imagine that the nagging could continue. Blaise rarely heard from his mother and if he were honest he preferred it that way. Sure there were times he missed her but they tended to be fleeting. Moments and times that could easily be way laid by the presence of a lady. "Not that I suppose it matters," he took a swig of the fresh drink when it arrived.
"You've got to quit giving yourself so much credit," he leaned back and eyed a lady sitting just a few tables away. "I had you pegged as a first year Gryffindor."