"I don't need your help!" Blaise seethed. "I don't have any symptoms, and my friends aren't here because I don't want them to be. Much as I don't want you to be!"
Staring down at his packed trunk, Blaise couldn't see a way out of this situation. He can't have been the first person to try and escape the Quarantine, and as far as he'd tried so far not one person could be bought off to buy him an exit. It was hopeless, just as hopeless as waving his wand and expecting a result from it.
Blaise took a step forward. "You needn't pretend to be doing me any favours, for I promise you they won't be repaid."