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The air in Draco's opulent dormitory was charged and still. A circle of Slytherin boys watched, rapt, as Blaise and I stood toe-to-toe, our verbal sparring having drawn everyone's attention. Blaise: Thief. you: Insecure. Blaise: You're the ugly one. you: Machine forward, machine back—everything you say is for your mama. A heavy, expectant silence fell over the room. Blaise: Damn. You got me. you: And we're done talking about it. Understood, dark one? Blaise: Who did you just call 'dark one'? you: Oh, my mistake, Prince Royce. I hadn't noticed you were a blonde with blue eyes. Blaise: Oh, you're gonna notice now. With a sharp, challenging grin, Blaise threw a hard punch.