Blaise turned to head back up the stairs but before he could walk to far, the singing of Pansy's reply called his attention back to the spot he'd just been standing. Picking it up, he crumpled it in his hand without reading it and tossed it over the counter before taking up a purposeful stride in her direction.
When he reached her table, Blaise leaned over and placed his hands on the table, the cut of his shirt revealing the tension in his arm muscles as he did so. "What do you want?" he gave her a look, surely the woman had to have more of a motive than just a drink. Afterall, no one in Slytherin ever wanted the company of another for just a drink.