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"When the man said 'Casual' I think he meant last year's jeans and sweaters," Blaise whispered to Finley as they ate dinner. Inwardly cringing at the stories Horace Slughorn had been telling most of them, stories that they don't particularly care about.
Out of everyone on the cramped dinner table, the only ones who did look best dressed were Finley, Blaise, and surprisingly Harry who made a wise choice to wear a suit jacket over his black button-up. If only she could have had Hermione wear something not collared and bluish-grey, she looked like a reforming homeschooled girl.
Surprisingly enough even with her actively being uninterested in Potions and Slughorn himself, Harry had informed her of the Slug Club party before Blaise could. Uninterested in the selection of students in the room neither was she also fond of Harry's stares at her, it was as if he was trying telepathically to send her a message to help him fish out information. Unfortunately for him, she was occupied with something else entirely.
"Can these girls stop looking at me like that," Blaise shivered beside her, glancing at the straight-faced twins who kept on looking at Blaise as if he had two heads.
"You're worried about them? McLaggen has been eyeing me since I walked in the room," Finley grumbled, trying her best to look unbothered by the blond Gryffindor's gawking. "If I knew he was going to look at me like that then I should've just followed Hermione's dressing choice," she scowled.
"Did you say something, Miss Potter?" Slughorn asks causing Finley to smile at him as innocently as possible.
"I just told Blaise how much I adored the decor of your space Professor, once I graduate I must know where you get your furniture," she says in a sweet tone, causing Blaise to clear his throat to mask his laughs.
"You must drink some water now Mister Zabini," Slughorn worriedly says as he motions for someone to hand Blaise a glass of water. The Professor turns to Finley again with a delighted smile, his eyes shining in a bit of joy and more arrogant pride. "And thank you, Miss Potter. I had these all custom made in Milan."
"That is quite fascinating," Finley replied keeping the winning smile on her lips, ignoring the exaggerated eye roll Harry had given her.
The dinner itself was boring, all of the questions that Slughorn had were to weed out the least interesting of the bunch. It was Smart of him to make connections with the students who have bright futures ahead of this way, the way he thinks we're very similar to what she had witnessed through her years in Hogwarts. But unfortunately for him, his ways were obvious to Finley and Blaise as they were the only Slytherins present, immune to the flattery both had well instincts to detect someone who's praising too much. Sending in a few favorite choices of words, ass-kissing to put it more honestly.
"Miss Weasley! Come in," The professor greeted as the door to his quarters opened revealing a puffy-eyed redhead girl.
"Look at her eyes," Hermione points out, "They've been fighting again, her and Dean," she explained, Finley merely a seat away to hear clearly. She glances at Ginny's glassy eyes, the argument must've been huge for someone as tough as her to cry in.
"Sorry, I'm not usually late," Ginny apologized just as she pulls her chair, Harry shoots up from his seat causing his ice cream spoon to shoot onto Finley's skirt.
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