The hallways were filled with witches and wizards all trying to get to their class without getting in trouble, some of these witches and wizards were a bit more… confident in their… walk to their classrooms.
These students were usually Slytherins.
A certain redheaded girl with a certain dairy clutched in her arms protectively and her school books in her bag over her shoulder wasn't as… forceful, in her way to her next class. In fact, the two Ravenclaw and Gryffindor girls walking side by side were calmly talking, and were relaxed, just drifting off to the class the two shared.
Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley; The Fiery Flamer and The Bizarre Blonde.
You didn't want to get on either of their lists; nor did you want to mess with Luna for fear of ticking off Ginny, nor Ginny for fear of ticking off Luna.
The duo was currently discussing what they should make that night: an oak leaf and nut carrousel or a nutmeg, cinnamon, and cocoa recipe or, if they should just wing it, because, inspiration is not planned; it flows randomly, especially whenever you don't have anywhere to write it down or to record it.
"I think we should mix the two and then have something to do with the moon and fire," Ginny commented, referring to their joke of Luna as the moon and Ginny as the fire, whenever the first year bumped into a certain Draco Malfoy, who was strutting down the hallway as if he owned the place (which he might, if rumors were true about all the money his father and mother gave to the minister and any other important person, group, place.).
"Oh, I'm sorry," the first year said in a soft mummer.
"As you should be," said the smirking second year, looking down at the girl on the ground, well, he was, until a usually calm and peaceful girl stood in his line of vision, arms crossed in front of her chest, head raised defiantly, eyes hostile, and he just raised an eyebrow when she opened her mouth, hiding his surprise with cool aristocratic.
Luna usually didn't say much, well, at least not in front of Slytherins, so it was kind of an understatement (or fifty) to just say that they were shocked, no, more like astounded, no, more than that, struck mute by the fiery blonde's words.
"Oh no you did not! I know you did not, because if you did what I think you did, I'm not sure I will be able to go to this class or the next one, and neither will you two, because I will be having to teach you two actual manners, and lord knows how long that will take! You aren't the scum off the bottom of my daddy's pond, so I know you will not, can not, and shall not talk to Ginny like that ever again or I shall take away your ability to talk. Permanently."
The two Slytherins visibly shivered for a second before they were able to control their bodies again.
Draco quirked an eyebrow, "you really shouldn't speak that way to your elders," he said smirking.
Luna puffed up, and Blaise chuckled lowly, his eyes gleaming with… pride?
Ginny just shook her head fondly and dragged her irritated friend to class, leaving the two male Slytherins behind them.
Draco looked at Blaise and Blaise looked at Draco, "Mate," they said together.