Blaise's jaw grit and his teeth ground audibly as the phone rang and rang and then was finally answered. The longer it took, the more upset he got, largely because he'd not had a hint that this was going to happen, no talks, no words, no notes, no bloody communication.
Surely Kermit couldn't believe he'd done anything with Astoria? It had been nice to get out with her and do something he hadn't had to plan himself.
"What do you think is wrong?" Blaise snapped. His voice wasn't raised in the least but it was sharp, a tone he hardly ever took outside the office or when people very stupidly crossed him. "Your stuff is all gone and the animals are gone and you're gone, and there's no note? If you're going to leave me, at least have the courage to leave a note. Even a Gryffindor can manage that much."
Generally anyone who knew him knew that he honestly didn't care much about houses once you left school except that he had the back of a lot of his former housemates. But when he was upset like this, he had a way with words.