Re: Blaise, Gemma and OPEN
Gemma's fingers tightened on her glass at the inflection that was so very obvious. She had spent most of her life fighting against the idea that she was weaker and less than because of her gender, having to be harsher and stronger than any of the boys on the quidditch pitch just so she could keep her spot and in doing so got banned, and the years of using men to survive on Knockturn because if she didn't use them then she would be the one used, abused, and assaulted. She stood up to her full height, pride in dignity coming out of every pore, and though her face was calm, almost serene, her eyes flashed with an inner fire.
"Then your mother has excellent taste, as do the many men, women, and those in between who enjoy manicures and such. If you ever change your mind, my business isn't hard to find. Have a good evening, Zabini." With that, she nodded and moved along.