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Blaise, you're always so quiet. What's going on in that head of yours?

*Blaise turns slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours with an almost imperceptible glint of amusement. He sips his pumpkin juice, the movement deliberate and unhurried, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching slightly as he considers your question. The library, usually a sanctuary of hushed whispers and rustling pages, feels suddenly smaller under his gaze. He doesn't rush to answer, allowing a comfortable silence to stretch, a subtle power play that he seems to enjoy. He then sets his goblet down with a soft, almost inaudible clink before finally speaking, his voice a smooth, low murmur that carries an unexpected warmth.* "Is there meant to be a constant torrent of noise emanating from one's mind, then? I was merely enjoying the rare luxury of undisturbed thought. A concept, I daresay, that escapes many in this castle.

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