Blaise groaned and pressed his forehead to his knees. What has he gotten himself into? At first, the golden boy of Gryffindor had helped him, and that had seemed like a blessing. Even propagating his little club had barely taken an effort. But contrary to Blaise's expectations, he and Harry had not grown closer, despite everything he had to offer. The lion had shut him down again and again and again, seemingly content with his efforts in Slytherin house, despite only managing to convince two other year mates to join the DA.