They Meet Again
Luna always went to eat breakfast early, so she was finished eating as soon as the owls came and could fully concentrate on reading the Quibbler. Sometimes she saw an article that interested her so much that she went on reading it on her way to the classroom. This time a text on 'Banshee Billiard: Panicking Pockets And Quailing Queues' caught her attention, and so she walked out of the Great Hall, her eyes glued to the words.
Suddenly, something solid got in her way, knocking her hands holding the Quibbler towards her, till the magazine was plastered against her face.
'Look where you're going, Loony!' A voice exclaimed from beyond the Quibbler.
Luna looked over the rim of the Quibbler in front of her and right into two blazing grey eyes. 'Oh, good morning, Blaise.' She said pleasantly.
'Don't 'good morning' me!' He hissed, taking a step away from her. 'And don't ever dare to cross my path again.'
'Oh I won't' Luna said cheerfully, turning back to the interesting article in her father's magazine already. 'I haven't crossed it yet, have I? But I really don't mind if you go on crossing mine, I'm quite a tolerant person.' A choking sound made her look at Blaise curiously. 'Are you alright?'
Blaise eyed her with a dumbfounded look. 'What.-what did you just say?'
'Are you alright?'
'No. Before that.'
'I said I really don't mind if you go on crossing my path, I'm quite a tolerant person.' She said pleasantly. 'And I think you didn't realise that my name is Luna, not Loony. I know the two words are very similar, but I'm sure you'll manage to pronounce my name correctly, now I've told you.'
Blaise pulled himself together. It would not do to let the girl get at him. Shrugging, he turned away from her. 'You're a waste of time, Loony.' With that, he walked off, leaving a troubled Luna behind.
The boy was obviously a bit out of things. Why else should he react so strangely?
Luna always went to eat breakfast early, so she was finished eating as soon as the owls came and could fully concentrate on reading the Quibbler. Sometimes she saw an article that interested her so much that she went on reading it on her way to the classroom. This time a text on 'Banshee Billiard: Panicking Pockets And Quailing Queues' caught her attention, and so she walked out of the Great Hall, her eyes glued to the words.
Suddenly, something solid got in her way, knocking her hands holding the Quibbler towards her, till the magazine was plastered against her face.
'Look where you're going, Loony!' A voice exclaimed from beyond the Quibbler.
Luna looked over the rim of the Quibbler in front of her and right into two blazing grey eyes. 'Oh, good morning, Blaise.' She said pleasantly.
'Don't 'good morning' me!' He hissed, taking a step away from her. 'And don't ever dare to cross my path again.'
'Oh I won't' Luna said cheerfully, turning back to the interesting article in her father's magazine already. 'I haven't crossed it yet, have I? But I really don't mind if you go on crossing mine, I'm quite a tolerant person.' A choking sound made her look at Blaise curiously. 'Are you alright?'
Blaise eyed her with a dumbfounded look. 'What.-what did you just say?'
'Are you alright?'
'No. Before that.'
'I said I really don't mind if you go on crossing my path, I'm quite a tolerant person.' She said pleasantly. 'And I think you didn't realise that my name is Luna, not Loony. I know the two words are very similar, but I'm sure you'll manage to pronounce my name correctly, now I've told you.'
Blaise pulled himself together. It would not do to let the girl get at him. Shrugging, he turned away from her. 'You're a waste of time, Loony.' With that, he walked off, leaving a troubled Luna behind.
The boy was obviously a bit out of things. Why else should he react so strangely?