She pulled her hair behind her ear and looked down. "Right. And I was a Slytherin." His sarcasm was astonishing, but then again, she was always a bit snarky herself.
She folded her arms in front of her again, "My mistake. I forgot that you simply only travel when the mark on your arm was burning." It was actually ridiculous that people liked pain like that, but then she also understood it. Sometimes punishing yourself is the best way to relieve the pain you receive from others. She bit her lip again, realizing that she didn't want to talk about that at all but changed the subject upon looking at the painting. "I hardly call that art."
She was disgusted at the thought of her brother in an alleyway with two bints, and you could read it all over her face."I'm not sure how many times I have to tell you this, but she's not a Weasley and I don't want to talk about her."
She raised an eyebrow at him, "Favourite place?" The spot between her shoulder blades immediately went hot, but she ignored it. She also ignored the budding curiosity of what sort of marks Blaise had on his body other than the scar on his forearm. Glancing sideways at him, she shrugged. "Well you know. I do try to keep myself busy."
They turned the corner only to be welcome by a statue that might as have been two people shagging doggystyle in the middle of the gallery. "I'm starting to think this artist has some, ehm, issues."