"Oh? He died? When did this happen?" Harry asked his lips twitching like his Father's did when he was trying to avoid laughing. "Two nights ago, such a terrible thing, I offered to stay home with her and be supportive and comforting but Mother insisted on coming tonight, you know to be surrounded by friends.. and alcohol" Blaise said grinning wickedly, black eyes practically dancing in amusement. "How did this one die?" Draco asked his blonde eyebrow raising. "Oh it was so upsetting, the poor man had fallen asleep drunk in the library yet again, but one of the old bookshelves gave way in the night crushing him" Blaise explained. "How... plebian" Draco drawled. "And original" Harry muttered, both boys were ignored with a few eye rolls. "Oh the poor thing, such a tragedy, do pass on our condolences will you Blaise?" Hermione said smiling sweetly. "Of course, we thank you for your support in this trying time" Blaise responded appropriately which proved too much for Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass, who had come in with him, both of whom suddenly burst into peals of laughter.