The Pawn's Game
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《Ron stared at him, his gaze searching the other's face like a puzzle. Almost quizzically he said, "Have we met before?"
Blaise smiled, an uncharacteristic affection seeping into his eyes, "I'd tell you if you can spare me a game of Wizard's Chess"》
Blaise Zabini had always been part of the backdrop and he'd enjoyed that for so long that he forgot that all real people had personalities. He didn't want a personality, though, he wanted something to combat the mind-numbing boredness. Something that would spice up his life. Looks like he'll be thanking a certain Weasley for that.
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