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Need a date for Slughorn's party.

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I dance superbly. You, if recollection serves me right, dance endearingly like a legless hippogriff.

Yes, I have two right legs. I don't think I'd ever get drunk enough to dance again. Ever.

Yes, I do believe I will accompany you to this concert of yours, Potter; thank you.

Great. I'll let you know when it's time go. I've got to finish my homework first, and then there's Quidditch practice and detention.

You have detention again? What do you do with yourself, Potter?

I don't do anything. Trouble finds me.

Have you considered investing in a case of handy disguises?

Handy disguises?

Hats. Wigs. Fake beards. Slinky dresses.

How's that supposed to help me avoid detention?

Oh. You mean, trouble?

You don't think I'd get into loads of trouble wearing a slinky dress? Are you mad? They'd think I was perverted.

Imagine you are a Professor, trying to give you detention. You burst out of the classroom after that rotter, Potter, a victim of alliteration if ever there was one, only to find a bearded lady in a slinky dress and top hot. Would you have the wherewithal to bring her in for detention?

A bearded lady? Right.

Detention's not too bad. At least, not this time round. I'll get to spend some time with Hagrid even.

Don't you ever get into trouble?

I don't get caught, no.

In my case, it's hard not to get caught. People are always watching.

Just because they're watching you doesn't mean they have to see what you're doing.

Trust a Slytherin to know all about being sneaky.

Yes, Crabbe is an incredibly crafty fellow, Goyle is a master of artful misdirection, and you've certainly never noticed when Malfoy is up to something.

Malfoy, I get. But Crabbe and Goyle... Well, I'm surprised they're still in Hogwarts.

What are you skilled at then?

Oh, my skills are many and varied. Perhaps, one day, if you're very lucky, I'll demonstrate them on you.

I'll await the day with bated breath.

Then I shall endeavour not to delay too long; I'd hate for you to pass out and miss all the fun.

You're a funny man, Zabini.

I'm glad you think so, Mister Potter. Until later, then.

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