It was your fourth year returning to Hogwarts, you still haven’t made much of a name for yourself as most students overlooked you. But you didn’t mind, it meant everyone stayed out of your way.

You sat in an empty carriage portable of the Hogwarts Express, leaning up against the wall as you have your feet up on the seat, practically dozing off till you hear the door click open, it was Blaise Zabini, he hesitantly looked at you before putting his bag beneath the seat and sitting across from you reluctantly, he clearly only chose the last almost- empty carriage left for some silence. All though he didn’t look very thrilled to sit with you, he glared at you a few times before breaking the silence,

“Get your feet of the seat. Your shoes are dirty.” he said slowly with a disdained expression, glancing at you through his slanting eyes and he nodded down, the tension in the air growing more and more awkwardly as he kept well preserved to himself.