She looked up from that unpleasant commentary to eye Blaise Zabini, debonair as always.  He paused for a moment, framed by the doorway, and she knew it wasn't because he was the slightest bit unsure of his welcome.  He just knew he made a pretty picture and wanted them to admire it.  She dutifully did.   She'd become more fond of him, despite his arrogance, since Goyle's party.  Hard to dislike someone who, inasmuch as he thought about you, had your best interests at heart.