Blaise listened to his fellow Slytherins over the years, but the drivel about Voldemort was probably the worst. Being from Italy and being raised by a (usually) single mother kept him from being around the shite. Sure, he'd snigger here and there at the musings of his fellow Pureblood friends when they ragged on the Gryffindorks, but he really couldn't care less. He knew their leader had a secret obsession with the Muggleborn swot. He'd learn that their fourth year after the Yule Ball.