"You talk too much about everything." That was Blaise's opinion, anyway, but then, he wasn't that much of a talker himself. He supposed he should try to be a bit more helpful, given that Draco was honestly asking his opinion. Maybe he would actually listen to him. "You can't make it through a conversation without bringing up Potter. I'd say that's too much."
Blaise couldn't relate. The only person he cared about much was his mother and he wouldn't continuously talk about her either. Just hex anyone else who dared to talk about her.
"I don't. I just talk more cause you never say anything! If anything, you need to talk more. You're the odd one for not doing it." Draco was offended. Very offended. He huffed angrily and stuck his legs out, putting them up on the train seat next to Blaise and crossing his arms. Now he was sulking and it was all Blaise's fault.
"I honestly don't think I mention him more than I should... It's his bloody fault, he's always under my feet. I can't escape him. Everywhere I go, Potter is there and he's doing something that pisses me off. Am I supposed to just not say anything?" Insanity!
"Yes. Just ignore him. I usually ignore him until the next time he almost dies, that's sometimes interesting." Blaise didn't get the issue. "You want me to talk more like you? All right, I will."
Blaise looked out the window, searching for inspiration, then he turned back to Draco. "Potter's hair is so annoying. I want to just brush it for once, so he doesn't look like he's just been in an explosion. And his eyes are really annoying. They are just so annoying. Who has eyes like that? It's annoying."
Okay, he might be missing the point but he was very happy to join in and get just as weird about it all. "They are annoying eyes. How are they that green? They look like a tree." Ha. Take that. "Even got the flecks of brown like bark." He was being merciless, oh yes, ripping his beautiful eyes apart. "Honestly, I could live never seeing him again in my life."
He could not. Not even a little. Grinning, he poked Blaise with his shoe. "See, this is more fun."
"You know, I never even knew his eyes were green until you wouldn't shut up about it." Blaise rolled his own eyes. Knowing the flecks of brown? Damn, Draco had it bad. He glanced out to the hallway, mostly hoping to get out of discussing any other of Harry Potter's physical attributes, like his six-pack, one of Draco's favourites. As luck would have it, there was a girl out there. Pale blonde hair... Was she a Malfoy? "Who's outside? Your cousin?"
She seemed to just be looking out the window. With binoculars? Blaise wasn't sure.
"Urgh, no. That's not related to me." Draco sneered out of the compartment and then leaned back in his seat, giving Blaise a scandalised look. "That's the ditzy weirdo from Ravenclaw. She's mental." He had it on good authority. Also she once came up to him and tried to cleanse his auro so he'd be nice and started picking at the air around him so... yeah, he hated her.
"Ravenclaw gets all the loonies and weirdos. It's like a freak convention." Leaning forward again, he peered out at her. "Probably trying to find her marbles, wherever she lost 'em."
"What's her name?" Blaise frowned as he watched her. Maybe he had seen her before? But then, he rarely looked over to the Ravenclaws. She really had very blonde hair, fair skin. Not bad-looking, at all. He idly wondered if she was pureblood, not overly turned off by Draco's opinion of her. It was Draco, he didn't trust his opinion on anything. Especially not women, given that he was almost one hundred percent sure that the bloke was gay.
"She's nice-looking from here." He'd say that. Good figure.
"Lovegood. I dunno the first name, I just know they call her Loony." He didn't really much care for her or know about her, he just happened to know that she existed. He watched as she scribbled something down on her notepad, bounced a little and then went back to watching. Freak. Rolling his eyes, Draco shook his head.
"She's not." She wasn't his type. For obvious reasons Blaise knew and he did not. "I think she's a bit odd looking."
"I don't know. She looks a bit like a female you." Blaise was mostly teasing, but he supposed she kind of did. Still, mostly the sullen look on Draco's face amused him. "Maybe Potter can date her."
That thought was amusing. He was well entertained, odd girl by the window had definitely saved this conversation for him so far. Maybe he shouldn't have brought up Potter again, but it had been too tempting.
"Oh, sod off. You're not as funny as you think you are." Draco sneered as he crossed his arms, eyeing up the weird chick and trying to see it but he couldn't. "She looks nothing like me! Being blond doesn't mean we're related. It's like saying every blond person is a bleeding veela!" And they were not. He huffed, his rant over with but still very offended.
He missed Pansy. She was so much easier to talk to - always took his side. "I'm going to go get snacks. You want something?"
"No, I'm good." He was excellent, even, his mother had made sure of that, definitely given him better food to take along than anything they had on board. Or, really, in this whole country. But such was the price they paid, Hogwarts was an excellent school. Give or take some things.
He leaned back and watched Draco leave, frowning when the idiot failed to close the door right. Damn it. Oh, well. Maybe it was just as well. "Lovegood!"
He called out the name, deciding to forego 'Loony'.
She didn't look to the side, where the person who was obviously talking to her was. Oh no, that'd be too easy. She looked up at the roof, frowning, trying to work out if something was there that wanted to talk to her. It made perhaps more sense than another student wanting to have anything to do with her.
"Right here." Huh. That was unique. Blaise actually got up and walked over to stand in the compartment door, watching her curiously. Did she often have people talk to her from the ceiling? Maybe she really was off and it wasn't just Draco being wrong about things. That did happen, every now and then.
"Oh." She turned her head and instead of ceiling fairies or banderwhips, it was just a boy. Slightly disappointing but she didn't let it show because that wouldn't have been polite. It was just the voice was so different, she rather hoped for something otherworldly. "Hello." With a smile, she waved a little and then peered up wistfully at the ceiling. If only. "Can I help you?"
Now, this was really strange. Not because she seemed to think voices came from the ceiling sometimes, but because she just looked at him and didn't care. That never happened. Not with girls. What was her deal? Blaise found himself curious, not something that often happened. "What's your first name? I only know your last."
"I'm Luna. Some people call me 'Loony' Lovegood, if you'd rather." She didn't much care what people said about. Not because she felt like she was above it, she just couldn't bring herself to be upset over it. Life had so many wonderful things, why waste time on the bad things? Seemed so silly. "Oh, you're Slytherin." She looked at his tie and then smiled politely, gesturing at her own. "I'm Ravenclaw."
She didn't think the house mattered much but it was nice to have a proper introduction.
"Luna Lovegood," Blaise repeated, now that he had her whole name. He bowed a little and took her hand, leading it to his lips. He could get away with that, he was French. "I'm Blaise Zabini, Luna. It's nice to meet you."
He straightened up again, looking at her, mostly curious if there would still be no effect. He had no real reason to care, but it did pass the time. She had to be pureblood or Draco would have mentioned, he always did. She really did have beautiful hair, he could admit that.
"Oh, you're french." It finally clicked. "Did you know that France has the highest number of Abraxan horses? It's a breeding speciality." She thought it was fascinating. They were truly fantastic beasts, she wished she could see them again but her only experience was briefly seeing them for the tournament last year.
With a bright smile, she slipped her hand back free. "They're similar to Thestrals but one is considered beautiful and rare whereas another is a bad omen. It's a shame, both are equally clever and amazing."
"I'm not a big horse person." Huh. Well, she definitely cared about something, so there was that. She just didn't seem to specifically care about him. He wasn't sure how to feel about that, but it didn't really bother him either way. "I will say that Thestrals are not beautiful."
"Of course they are. Beauty is subjective. Everything and anyone can be beautiful in the eyes of someone who loves them or prizes them." She didn't think that beauty was that difficult to find if one was looking for it. Her main issue was not focusing on the ugly things, they were never nice to see.
She looked at Blaise, studying him and then nodding slightly. "You're as beautiful as a Thestral."
Blaise raised his eyebrows, trying to keep up with those leaps of logic. Huh. That was quite the insult, but there was no malice there. He could see that in her clear blue eyes and, as he noted, sweet smile. She seemed innocent in a surprising way, so he couldn't be insulted. She probably actually thought Thestrals were beautiful. "So... Am I beautiful in your eyes?"
"Some people are beautiful but can become less beautiful in the company they keep or with the things they say." And she often found this a flaw with Slytherins. They were beautiful until they got together and weren't. It happened in any house, honestly. "I'm sure you're quite beautiful. You have the eyes of a moon frog." She meant that as a good thing.
"Urgh, not her." Draco moaned as he shouldered into her to get back into his compartment. "Shove off, loony."
Luna bounced onto her tip-toes and tilted, peering in at Draco and then looking back at Blaise almost playfully. "I suppose not everyone can be beautiful."
"Her name is Luna, Draco," Blaise said to Draco immediately, because he had a definite 'hoes before bros' sentiment, at least when he didn't actually care all that much about either. It wasn't as if Draco would stop being his friend. "I'll look up moon frogs. They better have beautiful eyes."
He glanced at Draco, then actually smiled briefly. "Ignore him, he's a pillock. You are beautiful though. Whatever eyes you have."
"They do. They're silver and they shimmer like moon dust." She had seen a picture of them... that her father had gotten her so the source was questionable but she believed it 100%. "There's a lot of wonderful things that live on the moon that we haven't even had a chance to find out about."
"Ugh." Seriously? Draco looked at them, feeling pissed. "And I'm a pillock? Bloody hell."
"You make a fine pillock, Malfoy." Luna complimented with the same ditzy smile she always had that left Draco positively seething.
"Seems like people should fly up there." She was so weird. So very odd. However, Blaise hadn't been bored for a second of this conversation so far and he was so not used to that. Also, he was halfway convinced that she knew she was having Draco on and he could appreciate that, no matter how ditzy the execution. "Finest pillock in the land, Draco."
He reached out, brushing the hair back from her face. Just for a moment, then he pulled his hand back again. "You aren't like other girls."
Or other people, period. Not that he usually wasted much time getting to know any of them, admittedly.
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Blaise couldn't relate. The only person he cared about much was his mother and he wouldn't continuously talk about her either. Just hex anyone else who dared to talk about her.
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"I honestly don't think I mention him more than I should... It's his bloody fault, he's always under my feet. I can't escape him. Everywhere I go, Potter is there and he's doing something that pisses me off. Am I supposed to just not say anything?" Insanity!
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Blaise looked out the window, searching for inspiration, then he turned back to Draco. "Potter's hair is so annoying. I want to just brush it for once, so he doesn't look like he's just been in an explosion. And his eyes are really annoying. They are just so annoying. Who has eyes like that? It's annoying."
He felt his Draco imitation was almost spot on.
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Okay, he might be missing the point but he was very happy to join in and get just as weird about it all. "They are annoying eyes. How are they that green? They look like a tree." Ha. Take that. "Even got the flecks of brown like bark." He was being merciless, oh yes, ripping his beautiful eyes apart. "Honestly, I could live never seeing him again in my life."
He could not. Not even a little. Grinning, he poked Blaise with his shoe. "See, this is more fun."
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She seemed to just be looking out the window. With binoculars? Blaise wasn't sure.
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"Ravenclaw gets all the loonies and weirdos. It's like a freak convention." Leaning forward again, he peered out at her. "Probably trying to find her marbles, wherever she lost 'em."
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"She's nice-looking from here." He'd say that. Good figure.
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"She's not." She wasn't his type. For obvious reasons Blaise knew and he did not. "I think she's a bit odd looking."
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That thought was amusing. He was well entertained, odd girl by the window had definitely saved this conversation for him so far. Maybe he shouldn't have brought up Potter again, but it had been too tempting.
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He missed Pansy. She was so much easier to talk to - always took his side. "I'm going to go get snacks. You want something?"
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He leaned back and watched Draco leave, frowning when the idiot failed to close the door right. Damn it. Oh, well. Maybe it was just as well. "Lovegood!"
He called out the name, deciding to forego 'Loony'.
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She didn't look to the side, where the person who was obviously talking to her was. Oh no, that'd be too easy. She looked up at the roof, frowning, trying to work out if something was there that wanted to talk to her. It made perhaps more sense than another student wanting to have anything to do with her.
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And he did want to know a bit more about her.
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She didn't think the house mattered much but it was nice to have a proper introduction.
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He straightened up again, looking at her, mostly curious if there would still be no effect. He had no real reason to care, but it did pass the time. She had to be pureblood or Draco would have mentioned, he always did. She really did have beautiful hair, he could admit that.
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With a bright smile, she slipped her hand back free. "They're similar to Thestrals but one is considered beautiful and rare whereas another is a bad omen. It's a shame, both are equally clever and amazing."
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And he would stand by that.
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She looked at Blaise, studying him and then nodding slightly. "You're as beautiful as a Thestral."
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He would just hold on to that part of it.
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"Urgh, not her." Draco moaned as he shouldered into her to get back into his compartment. "Shove off, loony."
Luna bounced onto her tip-toes and tilted, peering in at Draco and then looking back at Blaise almost playfully. "I suppose not everyone can be beautiful."
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He glanced at Draco, then actually smiled briefly. "Ignore him, he's a pillock. You are beautiful though. Whatever eyes you have."
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"Ugh." Seriously? Draco looked at them, feeling pissed. "And I'm a pillock? Bloody hell."
"You make a fine pillock, Malfoy." Luna complimented with the same ditzy smile she always had that left Draco positively seething.
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He reached out, brushing the hair back from her face. Just for a moment, then he pulled his hand back again. "You aren't like other girls."
Or other people, period. Not that he usually wasted much time getting to know any of them, admittedly.
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