Harry: e-excuse me? Um, hi, uh, could you, uh, maybe be a little bit quieter? Or like, complain afterwards? *Harry tried not to shift as Madame Malkin pinned the robes to size* it’s kind of rude to do that right in the person’s face
Harry: ah! Um, n-nothing . . . Sorry . . . *she looked away, but used the mirror in front of her to continue studying the boy. He looked like that weasel kinda thing she’d found when she’d be locked outside in the yard (she’d gotten in trouble for trying to eat a glob of cake off the floor that had fallen from Dudley’s hand right in front of her while she was cleaning. She was 7). Harry had tried to keep it as a pet, but Uncle Vernon said he would not allow rodents in his house. How strange that this boy could remind her so much of a little ferret- a ferret! That’s what it was called!*
Nico: *frusterated* I am on your side?! hell, I’m speed running this shit! You’re supposed to have spent 7 years on Calypso’s island, faced another big scary sea monster called Cherry-bisque or something like that, dealt with sirens pretending to be your wife, TORTURE FVCKIN POSEIDON! Yes, I’m on your side! but frankly you pointing a bow at me while surrounded in freshly bleeding corpses is FVCKING terrifying! *Nico shook his head as the skeletons brought him Odysseus’s weapons* I don’t want you killing any more people than you have too
*Harry followed along, occasionally casting glances back at Draco through her cracked and Sellotape-ed glasses as she was stood on one of those fitting stools next to him. Despite her better judgment, Harry couldn’t help but stare slightly at the pale blond boy, for he was her opposite in every way; pale skin, blond-almost-white hair, wealthy (obviously), with a father standing with him. Harebell looked down at herself, dark skin, dark hair, hand-me-down clothes from a boy 7 sizes larger than her that she had to clumsily tailor herself to make them fit, with no chaperone inside the shop standing beside her. Complete and perfect opposites*
