Silver and gold.

A great eacape.

A light begins to break into the closet. I have my back to the door now, because I have the feeling I didn't want to know what was coming, I was pretty sure I had been tricked. I should have known that this was all some sick joke there was no way she truly wanted to be my friend. For once in my life I decide to live up to my house. I turn around clenching my fists to stand up to what Evers coming and as I turn I look up to see Blaise Zabini. All 6'2 of him towering over me and placing his index finger on my lip to silence me. "Take my hand" he says, his stern look shooting straight through me. Before I knew it he aparated us away. Suddenly I was stood outside on the field in the dark. "What- what's going on, are you going to beat me up now? I'll- I'lol fight back you know" I say failing to sound intimidating. "If I intended to beat you up, don't you think I'd have done it back in that slaughter house you walked yourself into?". Slaughter house? Wow they really where going to torture me. "I think the words you're looking for are thank you" Blaise said still only inches away from neville, who for some reason also still hadn't moved. "Th-thank you" neville said looking up at him. Blaise nods at me me before moving backward and turning to walk away. "Wait, how did you, you can aparate?" I realise how advanced what Blaise just did was. "Just because I am surrounded by children does not mean they are my equal" Blaise said smirking as he spoke, possibly the first time I've ever seen the man even near smile. Yes ok I have noticed him before but it's hard not too, I mean he is kind of.. Beautiful..
Blaise continued to walk away so I continue to chase him. "Wait, why did you save me?" I ask as I catch up to him, trying to match his intimidating confidence in my walk, I don't think I'm doing it right honestly. "I don't see any pleasure to be taken in hurting innocents just because their mummy's and daddy's aren't as wealthy or well regarded as ours" Blaise looks down at me out of the corner of his eye. It is interesting to me he put it so delicately. As we approach a tree he climbs it, once he's perched on a branch he lowers himself and extends a hand to me which I gladly take, I clamber up and sit next to him, taking in the view.