Blaise was speechless. Never before had he seen the magic that was the muggle world. Before he'd thought that muggles were of a lower class than wizards, before he'd thought that the world may have been a little bit better off if muggles had not existed but his trip to the muggle world had proven him severely wrong.
Muggles were smart, perhaps even smarter than wizards. Wizards used magic as a solution to everything whereas muggles had to be more versatile. They had to think of ways to solve their problems. For them, it wasn't just a wave of the wand to make everything perfect. These people had to work hard for the technology they'd come up with. Sometimes it even seemed like magic.
As he walked a pace behind Moira, he admired a world he's never had the chance, nor the will to see before. Now he knew why the Weasleys respected non magic people so much. As he stopped to stare at yet another foreign concept, he felt a light tug on his arm. He turned toward Moira.
"I'm going to show you yet another wonder of the muggle world. It's one of my favourite things and I wanted to be able to share it with you." She smiles wildly and led him down one of the darker side streets. She was pulling him so fast that he barely had the chance to look at the sign before being dragged in, he did catch a glimpse. A neon pink sign was perched above the dark wooden door. The sign said: Straight Edge Piercings and Tatoos.
From the moment the two of them had walked in the door, Blaise knew he didn't fit in. All the people in there dressed like Moira, and although he was currently dressed the same, there was a definite attitude that went along with the look that he did not possess. At the counter, a woman looked at Moira, then grinned ferally at him. "Fresh meat, mate?" she asked the young witch in front of him.
"Sod off and quit scaring my friend Lara." She turned toward Blaise and grinned. "This is my friend from school, his name is Blaise." He received another look from Lara, but this time it seemed a little bit more pleasant.
Before he could look around and take anything in, he heard Moira squeal and then saw her jump on a man that looked to be about six feet tall with much metal stuck in his face. When the two began to snog ferociously, Blaise turned his head. Lara gave him a sarcastic grin, then invited him into the back.
"So Blaiseykins, you ever had a needle shoved through your skin?" she asked. Blaise shook his head. Lara was just a little bit scary to him. "Do you wanna?"
He wasn't sure how to answer this. Some of his classmates at Hogwarts had piercings but his parents were appalled by them. His father in particular even detested ear piercings. Neither his mother nor his sisters were allowed to have earrings. If he let Lara do this to him, he'd be in deep trouble. Suddenly, a grin crossed his face. "Sure." He said. Lara's bloodred lips twitched into another grin. She began to rummage around in a case that stood across the room from the small bed Blaise was sitting on. When she turned around, he wasn't sure if he liked the look in her eyes. It wasn't quite sane.
She walked over to him, stretching the disposable clear gloves onto her hand. Her hips swayed as she approached making her seem almost sexy. Almost that is, because she was still quite mad. "So where would you like it? Your lip, nose, eyebrow? Perhaps you'd like something more interesting pierced, like your-"
"Eyebrow will be fine, thanks." He said. He wasn't sure he wanted to know where that thought was headed.
She flashed him her teeth again, and nodded.
About ten minutes later, Blaise emerged from the back room. Thankfully Moira and whoever-that-guy-was had stopped their face-sucking. They'd settled onto the sofa, Moira on his lap, talking to a heavily tattooed muggled who'd taken Lara's place at the counter. When Moira spotted Blaise's reddened freshly pierced eyebrow, she squealed and jumped on him.
"Blaise, that is so sexy! All the girls are gunna LOVE you!"
Unsure of how to respond to this, Blaise checked his watch. His eyes widened when he realized that they needed to be back at the platform in ten minutes. Sensing his worry, Moira slapped him on the back. "It's ok Mister Zabini, we're right next to where we need to be."
She was right, too. They walked out of the door of the shop, rounded a corner, and were at the train station. Blaise grinned at Moira. Both of them approached the barrier and took a running leap at it. Once inside Platform 9 ¾, Blaise rushed over to the train. "Hey Moira, thanks for today. I'll see you round school." He said, before disappearing into the long, red monstrosity. He hoped he'd get a chance to hang around with the crazy girl again. She was fun. She made him realize that life was not about hating and killing muggles, it was about discovering who each person was, individually, muggle and wizard alike.