Blaise took another deep fucking breath.
"I swear to fucking Merlin Potter, where the fuck is it."
Potter moved back, mutely opening his mouth like a goddamn fish. Blaise gripped his wand; he didn't have time for this.
"Be a big boy and use your fucking words, Potter."
"We didn't keep it," Finally! Someone started talking, even if it was that blasted redhead, "We just wanted to mess with him. We handed it back to Professor Snape!"
Blaise. Wanted. To. Scream. He took multiple deep breaths, feeling his rage replenish his nerves with the need to hex. He resolved to vacate these idiots before he did accidental magic and set everyone ablaze.
"Get the fuck out of my sight. Both of you."
Potter looked like he wanted to say something, but Blaise assumed the quiver of barely restrained anger in his voice, combined with Weasley's high-pitched whimper, got through the kid's dense fucking noggin. He watched the pair exit, waiting till they were out of sight before turning to the nearest wall and full-sending a kick.
"Fuck!" Blaise immediately swore, cradling his now throbbing foot. What was he even doing? He wasn't a barbaric muggle!
Blaise sighed, the fight leaving him. At the very least Blaise knew who he had to find next: the devil himself, Professor Snape.