Terry Boot was the most perfect boy to ever exist, Padma decided, staring up at his sharp cheekbones.
"Well, I don't want to purposely offend you of course, I am aware that your sister has had the misfortune of being sorted into Gryffindor, but it really is a shame about how much attention it put on that house, especially with the kinds of antics they get up to…" Terry said, his nose scrunched up in disgust.
Padma saw Parvati fume quietly at the other edge of the table, and smiled smugly to herself. That's what Parvati deserved for ditching her during the Hogsmeade weekend to go and get drunk with the Finnegan boy instead of having brunch like sisters should.
Padma felt anger bubble in her. She had waited for two hours before realizing that she had been forgotten, by her own sister, the closest family she had. She had been ready to leave before Terry had slipped into her booth, ranting about wand lore and non-verbal magic. After that, Padma had forgotten all about Parvati and settled down to listen, discussing theories and ideas.
If felt nice to have someone who listened to her, who understood instead of sighing in boredom. And, Padma mused, it didn't hurt that he was highly attractive.
"Padma?" Terry said, a hint of exasperation in his tone as if he had been repeating her name for a while.
"Yes, sorry Ter." Padma said, smoothing her uniform in embarrassment.
"Its okay," Terry said, his voice softening. "I was just wondering if you'd want to go to Hogsmeade with me again? An actual date this time…"
"I'd love that." Padma answered smiling, and reached over to hold his non-gesturing hand as they talked late into the night.