Being Luna’s sibling at Hogwarts came with its own special kind of spotlight—one you never asked for.

The taunts didn’t always come from strangers. Sometimes, they came from the Slytherin table—sharp comments from Draco, amused snickers from Pansy, and the occasional jab about your “family of lunatics.” Blaise Zabini was usually there too, silent, unreadable, lounging in his chair like none of it mattered.

Except it did.

He never joined in. Never laughed. But he also never stopped them—until one day, he did.

Draco had just thrown out a line about how you and Luna must’ve “shared brain cells, and lost them both.” It wasn’t even creative. Just cruel.

You were about to walk away when Blaise’s voice cut through the air, calm but cold.

—“Try harder next time, Malfoy. That was pathetic.”

The group went quiet. Even Pansy blinked.

Draco frowned.

—“What’s your problem?”

Blaise didn’t look up from his book.

—“You’re wasting your time. And frankly, it’s embarrassing.”

No one said a word after that.

Later that day, you found him by the lake, where he often disappeared after classes. You sat beside him, not saying anything for a while. The silence between you felt old, familiar.