In a world ravaged by good and evil, those toeing the line find solace in nothing. Blood runs thicker than water, but is risking your life and livelihood for a war you never wanted a part in worth it? Is becoming a monster in the eyes of some, and a...
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"You do know how petty this is?" Pansy quipped as Maeve followed her cousin down the train.
"I don't want to spend the full holiday with them," Maeve shrugged, "it's not as if they'd even be around anyway. Christmas Eve is more than enough."
Pansy just snorted, "I'll remind you this when you start complaining about Blaise."
Maeve couldn't help but wrinkle her nose as his name. Pansy had made plans with her boyfriend weeks ago to spend Christmas at her countryside manor house, but Maeve had only decided to tag along that morning. If there were any severely emotionally damaging displays of disgusting affection, Maeve knew it would be her fault.
"I'll just sequester myself in the library with Theo," Maeve waved her hand flippantly. They entered a compartment that already housed Daphne, Theo, Malfoy, and Goyle. Draco smiled smugly at her and she just shot him a subtle glare.
Pansy slumped into a seat beside Goyle, her eyes darting to the entrance to the compartment — no doubt looking for Blaise. Maeve slid between Daphne and Theo. Daphne leaned her head against the window, gazing at the whirring landscape. Theo turned to her and elbowed her side, "we're sequestering ourselves in the library, are we, Selwyn?"
"But of course," Maeve whacked Theo's hand away as he made a show of comically stretching his arm over her shoulders, "you may not touch, Nott."
Theo laughed, but didn't push further. Instead, he picked up a discarded book in his lap and continued where he'd left off. Pansy, Goyle, and Draco started up some bland conversation about their shared Herbology class. Maeve had never been particularly gifted with plants of mystical origin or not. When the course had been a requirement she'd barely passed.
It was strange to see Draco engaged in pleasant conversation. Especially when the only times she seemed to see him he was actively terrorizing her or others. She sometimes forgot he was just another student like her.
Pansy laughed when Goyle grumbled something about 'stupid flowers' and Draco cracked a smile as well. When he smiled he didn't look so much like a scheming prat.
Blaise entered the compartment with an exaggerated sigh, "that bloody Ravenclaw with the messy hair and ridiculous ideas practically accosted me!" He said by way of greeting.
"Loony is harmless," Pansy laughed as she made room for him, "I'm sure you're exaggerating."
"I'm not!" Blaise frowned, "all I did was politely tell her to get out of the way — "
Maeve couldn't help but roll her eyes, "politely, Zabini? Really?"
Blaise didn't have a response to that. He just grumbled to himself as Pansy fussed over him.
Maeve didn't necessarily like Luna overmuch, but she had grown to appreciate the blonde witch when Lovegood had fed her a steady stream of information regarding Anthony since the first time the Carrow's had taken him.
