"Diary Entry 4"
August 8th
Hello Diary. Hmm. Not too much has happened these past few days. Nothing at home anyway. I did leave and go spend the weekend at my friend's house over by Diagon Alley. That was pretty nifty, actually. I saw alot of schoolmates doing their shopping. Luna is a little bit mad in the head, but I find her to be completely charming. She had her like third cousin over for dinner one of the nights. He's in Slytherin, and is Harry's year. I think I had seen him around school before. His name's Blaise.
He seemed to be a git at first, teasing me about my hair and my freckles and not to mention my family. It was like I was sitting in a room with Malfoy. But for some reason, his teasing didn't feel malicious. I found myself sending retorts every few moments. He even laughed once. That made me grin.
So the dinner wasn't too horrible, I guess I'll admit. Luna kept staring dreamily into her pea soup (she made it, and i regret eating it. Eww...).
Later we went up into her bedroom, while Blaise helped clean up the kitchen, and we sat listening to music on her little radio. Not only did this remind me of the terribly amusing article about Sirius being a singer. I miss him. I know Harry does too. But rather than be brought down during the time I was away from home, we sat and started talking. She told me that muggles never listened to music. For a second, I can't believe that I actually considered it. And then I remembered that it was Luna who I was talking to.
I started laughing and went downstairs, to get a glass of water. Blaise was still sitting in the kitchen, and he smirked at me. But it wasn't like Malfoy's smirk. It didn't look so terribly evil on him. "So I heard you almost got in a fight with Hogwart's Resident Whore," he murmered to me, taking a bite of cheesecake.
I decided to ignore his comment. "They have cheesecake?"
"Yeah, you want some?"
I let him get me a plate of the creamy goodness, and sat down at the table. He followed me, and handed me the plate. I grinned and started eating it. "So. You and Pansy, in Diagon's Alley. Did it really happen, or not?"
I shrugged my shoulders, my mouth full of food. "I heard her skirt came off." My snort of laughter could be heard over the beat of silence that followed. "I knew it."
I swallowed. "Yeah, but it wasn't me who hexed her skirt off."
"Any idea of who it could be?" he asked, sipping from a glass of milk. I decided not to share my idea of it being Draco Malfoy. Instead I just shrugged. Shrugging had become a nice habit of mine. It was easier that way, when with Luna. She really didn't notice half of the time, and it was so hard to hold an actual conversation most of the time. Come on. Seriously. Muggles listen to music.
I guess he had noticed my habit of shrugging, because he reached over and held my shoulder. "Why don't you actually answer for once?"
"Well, I could I suppose. I think it was Malfoy." I searched Blaise's face to see if he actually considered my highly unexpected commment. For a second, I thought he was going to deem me crazy, but then his brow furrowed. This boy was actually quite cute. I had fun with him too. Oh yes. But back to him considering my comment. He did.
"You think it really could have been him?"
I was about to shrug again, but I felt his grip on my shoulder tighten. I hadn't even noticed his hand still being there. Wow. I must have been going nuts. Usually I had this issue about people touching me, and it was almost as bad as my one about writing in diaries. But I don't really know what happened with Blaise. Strange.
"I don't really know. All I know was I saw him smirking and putting his wand away after it happened. But what doesn't make sense is I ripped his robes in the ice cream parlor before that."
Blaise's laugh filled the kitchen. It was quite lovely. You would really think all Slytherins to be completely evil and vindictive, but obviously that is just a horrid stereotype. Here, I was sitting, having a perfectly delightful conversation over cheesecake with one. And he could even laugh over me ripping a Housemate's robes. And the laugh was lovely as well. Nothing evil about it in the slightest. And there was no look in his eyes like he was thinking of ways he could kill me. Or get into my pants. I'm not sure which I'm happier about, really.
We sat there for a few moments longer, eating and smiling at each other in silence. To me it looks like I had made a new friend. He was pretty good looking too. I'm not sure if I like him or anything. Wow, that sounds like I'm jumping the gun, hehehe. I'm not even sure that we have a friendship here or not. I just am amused by him as all. And it seems he's amused by me as well. I wonder if we'll talk to each other, or even acknowledge each other when school starts again. Oh well. Guess I'm going to take off now, Diary. Ciao!
TBC
Authoress note: Eheheheh... nervous laugh sorry it took so bloody long. I kind of completely forgot about writing, and then while I started plotting a new story, I decided that I should probably finish this chapter. I know, completely short and utterly boring, but hey. it happens. Hope you like and stick around for the next one :)
August 8th
Hello Diary. Hmm. Not too much has happened these past few days. Nothing at home anyway. I did leave and go spend the weekend at my friend's house over by Diagon Alley. That was pretty nifty, actually. I saw alot of schoolmates doing their shopping. Luna is a little bit mad in the head, but I find her to be completely charming. She had her like third cousin over for dinner one of the nights. He's in Slytherin, and is Harry's year. I think I had seen him around school before. His name's Blaise.
He seemed to be a git at first, teasing me about my hair and my freckles and not to mention my family. It was like I was sitting in a room with Malfoy. But for some reason, his teasing didn't feel malicious. I found myself sending retorts every few moments. He even laughed once. That made me grin.
So the dinner wasn't too horrible, I guess I'll admit. Luna kept staring dreamily into her pea soup (she made it, and i regret eating it. Eww...).
Later we went up into her bedroom, while Blaise helped clean up the kitchen, and we sat listening to music on her little radio. Not only did this remind me of the terribly amusing article about Sirius being a singer. I miss him. I know Harry does too. But rather than be brought down during the time I was away from home, we sat and started talking. She told me that muggles never listened to music. For a second, I can't believe that I actually considered it. And then I remembered that it was Luna who I was talking to.
I started laughing and went downstairs, to get a glass of water. Blaise was still sitting in the kitchen, and he smirked at me. But it wasn't like Malfoy's smirk. It didn't look so terribly evil on him. "So I heard you almost got in a fight with Hogwart's Resident Whore," he murmered to me, taking a bite of cheesecake.
I decided to ignore his comment. "They have cheesecake?"
"Yeah, you want some?"
I let him get me a plate of the creamy goodness, and sat down at the table. He followed me, and handed me the plate. I grinned and started eating it. "So. You and Pansy, in Diagon's Alley. Did it really happen, or not?"
I shrugged my shoulders, my mouth full of food. "I heard her skirt came off." My snort of laughter could be heard over the beat of silence that followed. "I knew it."
I swallowed. "Yeah, but it wasn't me who hexed her skirt off."
"Any idea of who it could be?" he asked, sipping from a glass of milk. I decided not to share my idea of it being Draco Malfoy. Instead I just shrugged. Shrugging had become a nice habit of mine. It was easier that way, when with Luna. She really didn't notice half of the time, and it was so hard to hold an actual conversation most of the time. Come on. Seriously. Muggles listen to music.
I guess he had noticed my habit of shrugging, because he reached over and held my shoulder. "Why don't you actually answer for once?"
"Well, I could I suppose. I think it was Malfoy." I searched Blaise's face to see if he actually considered my highly unexpected commment. For a second, I thought he was going to deem me crazy, but then his brow furrowed. This boy was actually quite cute. I had fun with him too. Oh yes. But back to him considering my comment. He did.
"You think it really could have been him?"
I was about to shrug again, but I felt his grip on my shoulder tighten. I hadn't even noticed his hand still being there. Wow. I must have been going nuts. Usually I had this issue about people touching me, and it was almost as bad as my one about writing in diaries. But I don't really know what happened with Blaise. Strange.
"I don't really know. All I know was I saw him smirking and putting his wand away after it happened. But what doesn't make sense is I ripped his robes in the ice cream parlor before that."
Blaise's laugh filled the kitchen. It was quite lovely. You would really think all Slytherins to be completely evil and vindictive, but obviously that is just a horrid stereotype. Here, I was sitting, having a perfectly delightful conversation over cheesecake with one. And he could even laugh over me ripping a Housemate's robes. And the laugh was lovely as well. Nothing evil about it in the slightest. And there was no look in his eyes like he was thinking of ways he could kill me. Or get into my pants. I'm not sure which I'm happier about, really.
We sat there for a few moments longer, eating and smiling at each other in silence. To me it looks like I had made a new friend. He was pretty good looking too. I'm not sure if I like him or anything. Wow, that sounds like I'm jumping the gun, hehehe. I'm not even sure that we have a friendship here or not. I just am amused by him as all. And it seems he's amused by me as well. I wonder if we'll talk to each other, or even acknowledge each other when school starts again. Oh well. Guess I'm going to take off now, Diary. Ciao!
TBC
Authoress note: Eheheheh... nervous laugh sorry it took so bloody long. I kind of completely forgot about writing, and then while I started plotting a new story, I decided that I should probably finish this chapter. I know, completely short and utterly boring, but hey. it happens. Hope you like and stick around for the next one :)