Several occasions made Blaise Zabini feel closer to Luna Lovegood. It started during his 6th year. When everyone returned to Hogwarts having had Christmas with their friends and family.
#1; the Empty Cart
Blaise looked out the window of the train cart. He had managed to scare away any persons thinking of sitting in the same cart as him, and Draco was too busy shagging Pansy, so he had the cart all to himself. Until she came along.
Luna clambered into the cart, fully aware of the angry Slytherin across her. She ignored the older boy, and pulled out her latest edition of the Quibbler and an apple. As she munched on the apple, she turned the magazine upside down and started reading.
Blaise scoffed. "What are you doing, Looney?"
She lowered the Quibbler. "Reading, Blaise. It's something I see you doing often- so I had assumed you'd know. Or have the Nargles got you?" Her face fell. "This is why you should always wear a butterbeer cap around your neck- so the Nargles don't disturb you." She abandoned the magazine and half-eaten apple, and took the well-known Butterbeer Cap necklace off her head. Locks of dirty blond hair flew everywhere. He felt the piece of string fall on his nape, and the Butterbeer cap bumped his chest. There was also some kind of beating at the back of it, but he just assumed it was another charm to keep away the Nargles.
Luna fell back, satisfied that another wizard was kept away from Nargles. She took a glance at him, wondered if he would like the gift. He stared at it rather curiously. She frowned. Had the Nargles found a way behind the necklace? She hoped not. "Are you okay now?"
Blaise looked up, into her large silver eyes. "I was perfectly fine before."
"But the Nargles! They're-"
Blaise cuts her off. "Fictitious. Nargles don't exist- or maybe they did, but they're probably extinct."
"Oh, you're right, that was silly of me." Blaise sighs contentedly, happy that someone finally got through that thick skull of hers. Until she said the next following words, that is. "It was the Wrackspurts! They are the ones that make your head go all fuzzy- I think they've gotten me too!"
Blaise groaned. This is going to be a long train ride.
