Blaise knew that look. It was the same look he'd gotten each time he had been ordered to mull over a Quidditch match and report on what had gone wrong and needed to be fixed to prevent future blunders.
"Is it something that ought to be worried about," Blaise contemplated. He'd only had such a feeling in passing but it never stayed long. In fact, Blaise was fairly certain that if he were to ever dwell on those sorts of emotions they would drive him completely insane. Pansy had made it obvious that their one lapse in judgement had been nothing more that that. It was never to be revisited or discussed even if flashes of it did fill his mind whenever they were near one another.
He looked down at his cup and realized that his mind was lingering too long where it ought not to travel. "What I mean is if it's supposed to happen it will, won't it?"