"Mate, I am returning your nose because I found it in my business." Blaise snarked, looking at Malfoy incredulously. Malfoy bristled, but Pansy leaned into Zabini and whispered something to him. Blaise’s eyebrows flew up into his hairline, and then he gave a dark laugh. "I do just fine, Parkinson; thank you very much. You ought to know from all your suitemates."