Blaise smirked, taking her step back as a sign of weakness. She moved like prey, something that had him taking stock of her. He expected the war to have changed people, and she would have been most affected by the loss of the sodding Boy Who Lived. She certainly seemed to have less bite than he'd expected. "I've learned to be quite resilient, much to your chagrin, I expect. And Merlin forbid you dress in Slytherin colors on purpose. I'd wonder if you lost your mind as well as what taste you'd already waved good-bye to." Her voice held a trace of that Gryffindor courage at the end there, but it seemed to be a pale echo of that of her peers.