"Mr Zabini!" professor Flitwick called out as he slammed his copy of 'The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6' on his desk. "Wake up! This is the third time in one week you fell asleep in my class! I know we're seeing a lot of theory at the moment but that's no excuse! You will join your housemate, miss Greengrass, in writing an essay on 'chapter 4: history of non-verbal spellcasting' due to next week!"

Blaise was just awake enough to take in what the little professor had just said to him. So Daphne had to write the essay too huh? The two had had a fling in third year, but that never really developed into anything. After third year they didn't talk much anymore as she always got in trouble for hanging out with Pansy and Blaise usually avoided trouble. It would be interesting reacquainting.

"Professor Flitwick, sir? Can we work together?" Daphne asked.

"I believe I made sure to use the word "join", so yes, miss Greengrass, you should work together."

Daphne winked at Blaise from the front of the class while the lesson went on. Blaise jokingly winked back.

As soon as class was dismissed he strutted out of the classroom, closely followed by the big-boobed blonde.

"Hey Blaise. Why don't we already write the essay during third period? You know, so we can get it over with." She had a flirty undertone to her voice and for some reason, Blaise couldn't stand it.

"No can do. I have Potions third period."

"Oh come on! Potions is so boooring. If you come with me we can do more… fun things." Blaise knew exactly what she was implying, but he wasn't interested.

He stopped in his tracks, knowing that she would stop as well, and turned to her. "Are you saying that writing an essay is fun, or did you think that I had any other interest in you besides using your help in writing the essay." He made sure his voice sounded intimidating and harsh. For a second, he was afraid that he was slut-shaming her, but he would never do that. He had a lot of respect for girls who could use sex for power. His mom was living prove of how well that worked.

For a moment she was a bit startled, but she quickly recovered. "Neither one. I was just saying that hanging out with me is always fun. When do you want to work on it, then?"

"What about right after classes. Let's meet in the library."

"Okay. I was actually meeting someone then… But I can reschedule. You're more handsome than him anyways." She smiled and walked off in Pansy's direction.

He hadn't told Daphne that he'd actually have second period free. He wanted some time to search some things in the library.

"Hi Madam Pince. Do you perhaps know where I can find books on useless magical items? Bewitched jewellery of sorts?"

"Oh, Blaise, what do you need that for? Do you want to buy a gift for a special friend or something like that?"

Blaise clacked his tongue. He didn't like the idea of Luna being the kind of special friend he'd want to buy something for. "It isn't like that, really. It's just…"

"It's okay, Mr Zabini." She winked. Blaise didn't like grown-ups winking at him. It made him feel weird. "I'll write some titles and the isles where you can find them for you. So if you would just wait a moment."

He ended up looking through seven books to no avail. Then again, some of the books were quite old and didn't really tell anything about actually totally useless things.

l-/

Luna was surprised to see how many people had shown up to help her search. There were about five Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff, and Ginny had brought Ron, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Dean and a boy she didn't recognize. They all met at the corridor where Luna had lost the necklace. When she told the group about the necklace, they were all a bit sceptical, but luckily Sarah defended her and convinced them it was real.

"Are you sure you lost it here?"

"I think so. Well actually, I only noticed it being gone here, so it can be somewhere else in the castle as well."

Ginny sighed. "I suggest we split up in teams of two and search in teams."

"I second that," Harry quickly said, eying the ginger girl.

"That's all good and well, but how are we supposed to find something we can't see nor feel?" an older Ravenclaw student asked.

Sarah took the word, which Luna was thankful for. "It's not like you can't notice it. You should move your hands around until you find a spot that's not cold or warm, where the air doesn't reach. You won't be able to sense anything where the necklace is, but around it you will."

"But why don't you just use Accio?" Hermione asked.

"I've tried," Luna explained, "but it seems that the presence of the necklace is too low for the spell to detect it."

Hermione gave her a sceptical look, but didn't go against her.

"Okay, let's make the teams,"

l-/

Blaise ran hurriedly trough the halls. He was late for his meeting with Daphne. Professor Slughorn had held him up with more stupid small talk and another invitation to one of his little meetings.

When he passed the toilets he noticed Luna sitting on the ground again. Probably still searching for that stupid necklace. He was surprised when he noticed that that Gryffindor boy Neville was with her though. Did that dimwit believe that the necklace was real?

In the library Daphne had already searched some books for extra information and gave Blaise some parchment. She didn't seemed to mind at all that he was late. Oh god, she didn't think that he was playing hard-to-get, right?

At some point during their work that snotty mudblood bushy-haired sidekick of Potter came to talk to them. She looked like she had to gather all of her courage because what she wanted to ask was very embarrassing. Blaise was right.

"Hello, I'm searching for something. I was wondering if you've felt some empty senseless void somewhere? It would help me a lot."

That necklace again? How did Luna convince someone with actual brains to help and search?

The two Slytherins both shook their head. While Blaise wanted to work on to finish the essay as soon as possible, Daphne's interest had been prickled. "What exactly are you searching?"

The Gryffindor blushed in shame. "An invisible necklace. It's Luna's." She rolled her eyes as she said it.

Daphne gave her a judging look. "Why would you believe anything that that lunatic says? Anyways, we'll let you know if we find something." Hermione looked like she was about to punch Daphne for saying something like that about her friend, it didn't matter if there was truth behind it. To his own surprise, Blaise wanted her to.

"I guess I'll go search somewhere else, then. But thank you. I appreciate your help." With a last sneer, Hermione turned around and walked away towards Harry Potter sidekick #2.

"Hey babe," – Daphne leaned on Blaise's shoulder – "I'm getting booored! Let's take a break and do something else."

God this girl can complain, Blaise thought. He brushed her of his shoulder and said, "Fine, let's take a break. I'm going for a walk-" and when Daphne tried following him "-Alone."

Without him noticing, his feet brought him to the place where he'd first met Luna. Memories of her beautiful humming, her noiseless steps and her gorgeous eyes so close to his flooded back.

The high-ceiled classroom was small and round. He could still see Luna sitting on the chair by the window that filtered the sunlight. He walked to it and opened it, wind blowing through his hair.

Why does this place make me so happy, it's just a classroom?

Normally he could answer the questions that popped into his head, but not this time. This time he didn't care. He couldn't relax his cheeks from his smile. It didn't matter.

Suddenly a bird flew in. He was chirping lively and flying around happily. But that stopped when he saw Blaise. For some reason the Slytherin could just feel the bird's disappointment.

"Hi birdie. You were expecting someone else, right?"

What the hell am I doing talking to this bird? He can't answer… Is craziness contagious?

He tried to remember what Luna had called the bird. "Uhm, are you perhaps searching that blonde girl? … Luna?" Why he hoped for some kind of response was stupid. "It's Edward, right? No, wait, Edmund? Or was it Edward…"

It was futile. That one second he had noticed this birds feelings must've been a fluke. The bird flew away through the window and left Blaise feeling like an idiot.

He leaned on the windowsill, taking in the view. It was quite funny really, even though there was quite a lot of wind, he didn't feel it at all on his hand.

"You can't sense the necklace, but you also can't sense anything else where the necklace is! What you're holding up… I can sense the air there." Luna's voice echoed through his head as realisation dawned on him.

He moved his hand around and noted that, yes indeed, there was a senseless place in the form of a pendant on the windowsill. How did it get here? Did the bird find it and leave it here? Nah! He couldn't have.

It was so weird. It had an actual volume, but his hand could still go through it. Blaise touched it again and again like in trance. Then he concentrated and held it up. He knew what he had to do now. He had to return it to its owner and apologise so that he could get this guilt off of his chest.

He stood up, closed the window without letting go of the necklace and walked out of the classroom. On the hallway waited a highly unpleasant surprise.

"Oh, there you are! I've been searching for you everywhere. I thought it would just be a little break! Do you still want to finish that essay up or not?"

"Daphne, I've got more important things on mind right now. Let's reschedule."

She sighed and threw her hands in the air, exclaiming: "men!" Then she noticed something different about Blaise. "Blaise, what's that in you're hand?"

"Uh, nothing."

"Come on! That's not nothing. Open your hand. Amuse me."

He smirked. He'd hoped it would turn out this way. "See? Nothing."

She studied his open hand. "Hmmm, what do you know?" She turned around and walked away.

Blaise smiled and decided on his destination: the girl's restrooms where he'd last seen the blonde Ravenclaw.