"Mate, listen. A bird is a bird. You can’t expect it not to fly away. So, fuck it, find a flightless bird. Or the previous bird’s sister if she’s hot." Blaise remarked dryly and flinging his arm around Ernie Macmillan, who was waiting in line and, with his other arm, made a gesture of fluttering. Blaise was so casual, confident, and witty. He killed the audition with a few lines he pulled from thin air and his suave demeanor. Draco couldn’t help but be impressed.