What's Mine and Yours (BLINNY) || Discontinued ~

Chapter 14

Ginny's POV

We spent the whole day scouring all over Hogsmeade: Madam Puddifut's Tea Shop, Maestro's Music Shop, Wizarding Headgear, Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, etc. It was surprisingly eventful. We tasted strange teas that were bitter, sweet, vomit-tasting, laughing as we hurtled out of the shop to spit the tea into a trash can. We tried on the different headgears and used them the wrong way, found quills to our liking and discussed friends whose identities matched the looks of a skunk-tail quill, eg. Pansy.

We were saving Honeydukes for last.

I examined an inflatable tongue in Zonko's Joke Shop, thinking suddenly about George.

Would George like this? Should I buy this for him? Would it cheer him up, or only make him sad?

"What's on your mind?" The voice behind me made me snap out of my thoughts. Blaise was looking at me, face mixed with concerned and curious questions.

I shrugged, averting my eyes to the ground. I wasn't sure how much he knew about my family's losses, or even if he cared.

"Nothing really... just..." I trailed off. Do Slytherins care about losses if it's not their own? I had always thought Slytherins to be arrogant and careless to the rest of the World, but Blaise seemed to defy that stereotype... I wasn't sure what to think anymore.

"It's okay," Blaise said. "You're thinking about your Brother."

I nodded, hardening my eyes to fight back tears, "He had a twin, you know? They did everything together... they loved jokes, pranks, all of that crap," I breathed a laugh, but had to sniff back a sob at the end. "George hasn't touched a joke shop since."

There was just quiet as this sunk in. Two children's laughter sounded behind us as they played with stink pellets.

Finally, Blaise said, "There's a rumour that your Brother lost his ear in the Battle of Hogwarts.  Is that true?"

I frowned at him, "Who said that?" But I shook my head before he could answer, looking at the tongue in my hands. "Well anyways, he didn't lose his ear in the Battle. He lost it before."

"So, he doesn't have an ear ..." he nodded, before turning to look at me. "Can I make a gift recommendation?"

I smiled sullenly, my yes.

"I would probably get him a pair of extendable ears," He picked up the stringy pair of ears, sitting two feet away from us. "You know. For irony's sake."

He handed the pile to me and I held it in my hands as if it were frail as a baby. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"We used to have one of these," I said to him, still watching the pile I held. "We lost them when our home burned down."

Blaise's eyes widened, shellshocked, "When was that?"

"About two years ago." I turned to look at him and saw awkwardness written into his features, as he searched for something to say. I quirked a smile. "Don't go soft on me now, Zabini. I'm fine. No one got hurt."

He nodded, relaxing. I looked back down at the ears, and considered his idea.

"You know, that's a good idea Blaise."

He smirked, "Of course it is."

I laughed and shook my head, already feeling my spirits lift at Blaise's easy manner. I grinned at him, once again grateful that he was here with me. If he hadn't been, I would be balling my eyes out for sure. But being with Blaise made me want to be brave.