"Trust me, I don't think you would have wanted me to refuse her. I only didn't because you were here," he said, looking Theodore over. It was funny to imagine his mother taking on Theodore Nott, not that she would, but if it did happen, he knew who would lose.
"You don't have to explain it to her, just don't worry about it," he shook his head, wondering if he would tell her himself or just continue to keep her in the dark.
Blaise's jaw set tightly and he let out another sigh through his nose. He hated how far this had come, how many people were now in on it, and the fact that his mother had come over at the wrong time. If she had only said something, he would have put it off or gone to her, despite what he said about not apparating. It was just messy and he was feeling demeaned.