Eyes narrowed, she strode to the bed, and Blaise felt a pleasant little tingle in his brain as she approached his bed. Even though he knew she wasn't striding towards him with the purpose of hopping back into bed, it never failed to thrill him when he got her to approach him instead of the other way around. Through the warm feeling growing in his chest, he felt a distinct sense of apprehension take hold. He had no idea how she'd react to the small blurb that had caught his eye - the reason Pansy had sent the Prophet specifically to him. He watched as she picked up the paper, watched as her eyes scanned the page he'd turned to. He held his breath as her eyes froze on the announcement he'd wanted her to see. Waited to see what she would say, what she would do.