"Of course I was thinking of doing magic," Blaise lied. He knew it was a feeble attempt, but he had to hold on to the most important thing in his life. To him, there was no life without magic. It was the one thing he knew about his father, Mr. Zabini. All Blaise's mother had said about him was that he was a powerful wizard.
Blaise no longer had a connection to him, if he didn't have his magic.
"If a bloody Reducto won't work, I'll just have to use a Restricted spell. What does it matter to you? I thought I told you to leave."