It Started In Muggle London
By xRuby Sohox
Disclaimer: I do not own Blaise, Hogwarts or any of the characters associated with Harry Potter and the numerous books based on him. I do own Moira, however, and if any of you steal her shakes fist
This is Chapter one; it's short, but it had a fitting ending.
Blaise sighed as he waited at Platform 9 ¾ waiting for the Hogwarts express to arrive. It was nine in the morning. He'd been dropped off early because his father had a meeting somewhere in London and couldn't drop him off any later. He sat on his trunk, staring at the blue sky ahead. At least it would be a nice day for traveling. After getting bored of the sun piercing and burning his eyes, he began to look around, at the station. He wondered if they ever cleaned the place. There was garbage strewn across the surface and dirt caking on the ground.
The dark haired boy wondered why he couldn't have just been dropped off in Muggle London, which was close by, instead. He knew why though. It was unfitting for a pureblood Slytherin to be seen in such a place. But who would know who he was in a place full of muggles? No one, that was who. He looked at his trunk; Blaise knew that he would never be able to carry it around with him. It was too heavy, too conspicuous. He didn't want people noticing him, and if he were lugging a gigantic trunk full of magic paraphernalia around with him, people would notice. He sighed in defeat. What was he going to do for two whole hours? Then, an idea struck him.
He took out his wand, and performed a shrinking spell on his trunk. He picked up what now looked like a toy trunk and hastily stuffed it into his pocket. It was the first day of the semester after all, and he was allowed to be performing magic. He grinned at his own wisdom and casually walked through the barrier, and into Muggle London.
The first thing he noticed was all the lights. They were everywhere, and blinking, even though it was daytime! There were neon pinks, and blues, and purples. Blaise was amazed. He'd never been in a place solely populated by muggles. He walked up to a store, as causally as he could make himself, trying to look like he belonged there. A bell rang as he walked in. At the counter a girl with short pink hair and purple tips greeted him. He smiled in return then turned away to look at the merchandise offered.
The clothes he was looking at were so strange. There were pants that looked to be made out of cow skin, with chains running all over them. Shirts that were made of such a see through net, Blaise would feel odd actually calling them shirts. He reached out to touch a pair of plaid pants covered in zippers when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
He whirled around to see who it was: the pink haired girl from the counter. She had an amused look on her face, one that Blaise didn't quite understand. She popened her mouth, and what came forth scared the boy half to death. "You don't know who I am Blaise Zabini, but if you want to be inconspicuous in Muggle London, you'll have to get some different clothes. Wizard robes just won't do it for you."
Blaise was speechless. Who was the girl? He looked at her closer. She had green eyes framed by thick black glasses. Her face was fairly triangular and pale. She had rings climbing up both ears with extremely large holes in the lobes. She was shorter than him, but not by much. He took in her clothing and could guarantee she got most of it from this store. He looked at her a little closer, she looked all of sixteen but also unsettlingly familiar. "Who are you?" he asked.
She smiled at him again, showing pretty white teeth. "Moira Frittles." She said, putting her hand out toward him. "Sixth year Ravenclaw." So that was how he knew her! He took her hand and shook it lightly, feeling her soft skin against his slightly roughened hands.
"Where can I get these new muggle clothes?" he asked, looking around a bit. "I don't have any money to buy them."
"Well Mister Zabini, do you have wizarding money?" she asked, raising a light eyebrow toward him.
Blaise thought for a moment, then remembered the galleons his father had given him to buy him and his friends some snacks on the Express. "Yes," he said, "Why? Wizard money doesn't work in muggle shops." That much he knew. The girl smiled again, a knowing smile. She knew something that he didn't.
"I'll have you know, this shop is for muggles and wizards alike. Here it is approved for us to switch wizard money for regular pounds. Care for some assistance, Mister Zabini?" she asked, a taunting tone to her voice. She grinned when he nodded his head and took his hand to drag him over to the desk.
Blaise dug through his pocket and pulled out a pile of shining golden coins. He watched Moira's eyes go round at the sight of such an amount of money. She said nothing, though, and exchanged half of it, pushing the paper bills and the galleons toward him. "You won't need more than this." She said simply, then went about whatever she was doing before he'd come in.
"Um," he said quietly, hoping to catch her attention. She turned around, and looked at him. "I don't know where to go…" he said a little sheepishly.
Moira shot him a crooked grin. "I shoulda thought about that. You're pureblood. It's practically unheard of for you guys to come around this end of town. Want me to help you out? We still have an hour and a half before we need to go catch the train." Blaise nodded his assent and watched her turn around and disappear up a flight of stairs. She came back down with an older woman with longer black hair but essentially the same style of dress. "Blaise, this is my mum. If I'm going off into London with you, she needs to watch the shop." She turned to her mother, and motioned to Blaise. "Mum, this is a friend of mine from school. I'm going to take him out and show him around a bit."
Mrs. Frittles nodded, and started doing whatever it was that Moira had been doing. Blaise paid no further attention to her. He did turn to Moira, and was quite frightened at the look she had on her face. It looked just like she wanted to devour his tissue and rip out his insides. "Um… Moira?"
"Mr. Zabini, you need new clothes before we go out there…" she motioned with widespread hands toward the outside. Her eyes darkened with amusement. She motioned around the store with the same widespread hands. "Choose something, now."
Blaise got over his shock quickly, and turned toward the racks of clothing.