Play With Me? Or Is It Play With You? ((Lovegood))

[blaise]

Disgusting frilly place, a quiet corner in this hellhole is harder to find than a sane person in Gryffindor house, honestly. Why did he put himself through this? Just then a girl across the room with chestnut brown hair looked up from her drink and noticed him. The girl have him a sickeningly sweet and innocent, rather shy in fact, type of smile which Blaise responded with a sweet smile of his own. Suddenly a tide of crimson took over the girl’s cheeks and she giggled bending low to tell her friends who all looked back at him. He darted his eyes down to look at the floor on his left with a ‘shy’ smile before giving them a slight wave and looking away again, apparently embarrassed because he ‘wasn’t usually that straightforward’. Oh yes, that was just why he enjoyed this place, filled to the brim with hopeless romantics just begging him to crush their spirits. Bring them up so high thinking someone finally loves them for them, wants to take walks with them in the moonlight, spend days barefoot in the sand. It always was so entertaining to watch them fall – they were all the same.

Blaise approached the counter where a waitress he knew well was standing. “Violet, love, why won’t you ever let me sweep you away from this place? Even just for a minute, you must have a coffee break coming up sometime soon.” Blaise said flashing the girl a smile as he approached and placed his hands on the counter right next to hers. Violet, of course, blushed, giggled, and gave him a little goofy grin. “You know I am not allowed to date the customers Mr. Zabini.” She said, somewhat ruefully. “How many times must I tell you my name, for you, is Blaise? I swear it seems you forget it on purpose sometimes.” Blaise said and then sighed, “But you know I will always respect your wishes. You know all you have to do is say yes though, if ever you feel like breaking away from here. Do you think you can find a quiet table, at least, for me? That way you know just where I am when you change your mind.” He added with a wink. The girl gave him what could have been construed as an exasperated sigh before leading him through the tiny spaces between the tables.

Violet lead Blaise to a small table in the back right hand corner of the store – his was directly in the corner where he could see pretty much the whole room. He, on the other hand, was slightly hidden from their view by the way the light formed a shadow over there. Violet knew this was his favourite table and somehow always had it available when he came in, maybe because that was never her section? With Violet it was always the same old routine at the front and then he would not see her again until he was leaving. He knew her shift had often ended by the time he left and they would wave to each other, both wearing their coats. But it was as though she was afraid to talk to him anymore after their brief chats at the front.

Blaise took up her hand and placed a small kiss on the back before slipping into his seat as she, literally, scampered off. Blaise then removed his long grey scarf and fitted black jacket and hung them from the back of his chair. A suspicious looking witch, who had never liked him all too much, then came up with his tea. He ordered the same thing every time he came in and they didn’t even bother asking anymore. He flashed her one of his patented enchanting “trust me” smiles and as usually she scowled at him before placing down the tray and walking off.

[luna]

Maybe it was about her. Or maybe it was about John. Or maybe John had simply been eaten by a gang of rampaging griffons on his way to Hogsmeade Luna mused as she slowly strolled down the streets of the wizarding village. Or perhaps John had never existed. Or maybe he had found the princess of her dreams and was reading her a story right now while they sat in a brightly lit room that smelled like Christmas tree and cinnamon and gingerbread. Or perhaps John had simply forgotten that Luna had been talked into agreeing to tutor him today by Ginny. These were all very realistic possibilities. But maybe in the end it was a matter of reputations and John didn’t want to put his reputation on the stake by being seen in the company of Luna ‘Loony’ Lovegood.

Luna strolled down the street smiling and waving at the people passing her who sent her curious glances. Her purple blouse had long sense been soaked but Luna didn’t pay any attention to the fabric clinging to her skin or the shivers that shook her body from time to time. It was cold after all so the shivering had been expected. The purple bloom in Luna’s messy hair that she hadn’t bothered to close had long since wilted because Luna had placed it into her hair in the early morning hours already and charmed it to smell like cinnamon. Cinnamon represented the holidays after all and Luna was in a happy mood as she sang White Christmas to herself quietly. How could anyone not be happy when Santa Clause was soon starting on his way into flooing at everyone and bringing presents. He had to work only one night in a year, but on that night dear Saint Nicholas had all the more work to do. Luna was sure to leave a lot of cookies and a plushie of a Crumple-Horned Snorlack for dear old Santa Clause. It might cheer him up and make time pass quicker as he was delivering all the presents.

Luna stepped into madam Puddifoots as she came to the small store and blinking looked around the store slowly taking in each and every person in it. Smiling back at a group of girls who were looking at her and laughing behind their hands. It was good to see people in such a good holiday cheer and willing to share their mood by laughing with others. Grinning back at the group Luna moved forward slowly as one more shiver shook her body this one much more noticeable because outside her body had had just the time to freeze enough so she wouldn’t notice the cold anymore. The warmth inside the tea shop made the difference of temperatures much more noticeable. Stopping at the counter Luna smiled a bit hazily at the girl there before ordering a cup of white caramel for a drink. The girl fulfilled the order quickly handing her the drink.
Smiling and wishing Merry Christmas to the girl Luan turned and held the cup between her two hands while gently blowing at it.

Her eyes falling on a boy sitting alone Luna smiled at her slowly walking over and seated herself opposite him smiling at him hazily while slipping off her shoes and pulling her feet up on the seat before her. Luna blinked at the blue toe-ring she was wearing before she placed her mug on her cured knees and looked at the boy again for a long couple of moments before blinking slowly and breaking the silence after about a minute had passed.
“Do you think that Malfoys are related to Santa Clause? They have the same colour white hair after all!” Luna stated as she stared unblinkingly at the boy before her waiting for his answer while wiggling her toes to make her toe-ring glitter happily not paying any atention at all tot he icy water dripping down her back from her hair.

[blaise]

Blaise stirred his tea lazily as he watched the people in the shop. Not long after though Loony Lovegood showed up at his table behaving as queer as ever. She sat across from him and took off her shoes then put her feet up beside him for a moment. She then drank in silence for a moment and he contented himself to smile impishly at the sopping wet girl. She then questioned him on whether or not he supposed the Malfoys had any relation to Father Christmas due to their shared hair colour. He chuckled good-naturedly a glint of humour in his brown eyes before looking back at her grinning. “Well now, that is something I had never thought about. I will be sure to question Draco on it when next we speak. Though perhaps Father Christmas acquired his hair colour through old age while the Malfoy’s it is just natural.” He said before picking up the milk and pouring a splash into his tea.

After taking a sip Blaise grinned at the nutcase once more. “You wouldn’t happen to be related to an angel, would you? You have that same diving aura about you…” He said with a wink before taking a second sip of the still scalding tea.

[luna]

Luna blinked at Blaise as he laughed but waited politely for the boy to finish laughing. Beaming happily at Blaise Luna nodded energetically making one of the petals of the dead bloom in her hair to fall onto the table. “I’m glad you promised to find it out for me. And I’m certain they are related. Father Christmas would not be doing his job yearly if he was starting to get that old that he’d have white hair out of age.” Luna fell silent as she stared into her hot caramel for a few moments. What if Father Christmas got old? Would someone else take over his job? Maybe Draco Malfoy himself would. Which led to a whole new question because Draco Malfoy did not have a white beard. And there was the small problem with Harry suspecting that Draco might be a Death Eater. But no one who was related to Santa Clause could be completely bad because the magic of Christmas was wholly good. Stirring the hot caramel idly with her finger Luna finally came to the conclusion that if Draco Malfoy was related to Father Christmas he couldn’t be bad either.
“Remind Draco Malfoy that when Father Christmas does get too old to do his job he has to take over and help his dear uncle floo around the world and deliver gifts to everyone.“ Luna almost ordered Blaise as she blinked at her slowly.

Staring at Blaise for a while as he spoke again Luna gave him a wide smile. Raising her hands Luna removed the dried flower from her hair and gave it to Blaise with a smile her eyes shining happily. “My mom is an angel. She died years ago and went to heaven to look over me from there. How did you know about it?” Luna asked with a wide grin as she stared unblinkingly at Blaise.

[blaise]

Blaise gave a curt nod as Loony went on about Father Christmas once more. He smirked at the thought of Draco Malfoy taking over the role of Father Christmas. Yes, the Malfoys performing countless selfless acts, that was going to happen. Lovegood then passed him over a dead flower from her hair.

His initial reaction was to scowl but he suppressed it before it could pass onto his face. He flashed her a charming smile before waving his wand over the flower causing it to live again. He tapped his wand onto his pot of tea and the tea disappeared. Water then filled it up and Blaise placed the flower into it so that the lid was hanging off and the petals of the flower were visible above the pot.

“How do I know? Why I just told you, you have that angelic glow about you. Just like the flower from your hair you are beautiful and only lovelier with a little bit of tending. Why my darling there is so little about you that I do know; but one thing for sure is that you are a little piece of heaven on Earth.” That patented grin spread across his face once more wondering how many of his words the nut actually understood. She was a rather odd Ravenclaw; that was for sure. And not in a good way either, he could see himself with a Ravenclaw at the end of the day even though he did prefer Slytherins. But this mudblood loving nutcase he simply could not imagine finding anyone to care about her or her straw like hair.

[luna]

Blaise accepted the flower from her. It was good. She needed something to care for. He alwyas stayed in the shadows of other Slytherins. Maybe because he didn’t want to be known very well as a friend of those Slytherins who were suspected to have Death Eater parents. It was a smart idea because one day he-who-must-not-be-named would fall again. Harry had taken a wow to bring him down and even if the glint in his eyes had been almost manical Luna believed him. Things just had to go correctly sometimes. So that life could go on. True stories would be told on and on as they would slowly start to change. And soon the sotires would become legends and then myths and then forgotten until world and times changed until some similar destiny reappeared after the tale of the Boy-Who-Lived was long ago forgotten.

Luna watched Blaise empty the teapot and placed the flower into it instead. Luna wirnkled her brow as he brought the flower back into full bloom with a wave of his wand. Blinking rapidly Luna shook her head wildly to get a few bangs of hair out of her eyes.
„Now the flower has to die all over again as it will not gain enough food from th water so it will soon start to wither and die again.“ That was how Luna found the flower. She hadn’t cut it off herself. She had found the bloom on the road to Hogsmeade when the flower was already half-dead. Reaching out her pale fingers Luna felt one more chill shake her even if she was starting to dry slowly. Touching the lid Luna let it fall back into it’s position as it’s edge cut the bloom off. It was as if it was also the end of Blaise’s spell as the dried petals fell onto the table much like someone had used a guillotine on it. „If it is already doomed to die then why try to stall life from taking it’s course?“

Luna wrapped both of her arms around her knees again leaning her chil on her knees as she peered pensively towards Blaise. She knew the stories over the school above her. And here was sitting a Slytherin who still spoke to her and actually complimented her.
„Why are you doing this? Aren’t you supposed to call me Loony like some people do or perhpas take my things and hide them. Or laugh at me and try to curse me? Or are you trying to buy votes for when you put your own ingenious plan to take over the world into action?“ Luna stared at Blaise as she asked this her eyes bright and clear holding her gaze steady while her voice was firm. Curling up her toes and blinking Luna turned to stare out of the window while blinking and momentarily reverting back to her dreamy-mode.
„Do you think the Ministry is secretly using glamour charms to hide the existence of the Heverty?”