Making Up
Lyra
The girls' dormitory was dark and green, somehow soothing to the eyes. They had five canopy beds, with comforters and the softest pillows. The five girls there were Lyra, Daphne, Aurora Moon, Pansy Parkinson, and Milicent Bulstrode.
Bulstrode and Moon were the only half-bloods for their year. While Bulstrode had a pureblood and a half-blood parent each from an ancient family, her blood status was overlooked. Moon, however, was the daughter of a half-blood and a muggle, and so had had to hear many snides.
Lyra didn't agree with any of the blood purity rubbish, and had quickly befriended Moon. Due to her being a Black, people had backed off a bit. Also, Adrian and the others had made it subtly clear that they didn't agree to all this either, so people had been a bit wary.
As Lyra fell asleep, she thought of what her father's reaction would be.
Blaise
Blaise woke up to the sound of Malfoy ranting. Great, what a start to the day!
He chucked at a pillow blindly in the general direction of his voice, and from the startled squeak he heard, it had hit its mark. As Blaise sat up, he saw Draco scowling. "What is your matter, Malfoy?" he groaned. "Can't you shut up in the mornings?"
Draco opened his mouth, but Theo spoke quickly. "Don't mind him, he's been whining about one thing or the other for about an hour."
Blaise sighed. Draco was completely dressed and ready to get out of bed. So were Theo, Crabbe, and Goyle, actually. "I was just about to wake you up myself." Theo continued. "All first years go down together on the first day."
Blaise nodded and quickly got ready.
Down in the common room, they found the girls all already waiting for them. Blaise fell in step with Daphne as Theo started a conversation with Moon, and Lyra and Draco had a sneering match.
"A good night?" Blaise questioned.
Daphne hummed. "Yep. Moon's okay. Parkinson and Bulstrode are unbearable. You?"
"Draco's annoying. Thinks he's already the leader of us all. Crabbe and Goyle follow his lead."
Daphne nodded. "I know him well, and he's a prat. Ignore him; we can show him who's the leader when we get the chance."
Blaise grinned. "Right-o, miss."
"What'd you make of Black?" Daphne abruptly asked.
Blase raised an eyebrow. "Lyra? She's brilliant, I think. A true Slytherin, from what I've seen of her."
"Can she be a leader?" Daphne pressed.
Blaise frowned in thought and gave her a look. "Honestly? I dunno. I suppose if it came to it, though, she can give you a competition."
Daphne was, in Blaise's opinion, a great leader. Worthy of leading, at least. And she could, with time, easily take over the other first-years and climb the social ladder. Blaise knew he could, too, but he didn't really see the appeal of being a leader. He wasn't too good at it; he wasn't a natural, too. And Lyra... he had seen the girl, and knew she'd give Daphne a run for her money. That girl really was brilliant.
They reached the Great Hall and saw that it wasn't all that full yet in the early hours. As they got seated, Lyra frowned. "Isn't this the same position that we sat at yesterday?"
Blaise shot Daphne an 'I told you so' look before turning to Lyra with a grin. "Observant, are you? Yes, as a matter of fact, it's the same place."
They were at the edge of the table. Blaise sat across from Lyra, who sat between Daphne and Theo. Moon was on Blaise's right, and on his left sat Parkinson, who was turned to talk to Draco beside her. Crabbe and Goyle were across from them, and Bulstrode was on the far corner, on the mere outskirts of Draco's group.
As they were eating, there was a commotion by the door. They turned and saw that the boy-who-lived was entering with his sidekicks Weasley and Longbottom at his side. Some tactless kids were craning their necks to have a look at him, and poor Potter had a blush creeping up at his neck.
He waved Weasley ahead to sit by himself, and then he and Longbottom straight towards the Slytherin table. Daphne groaned. "No tact! He's coming here to create a scene."
Lyra rolled her eyes. "Relax, Daph."
Potter took a deep breath as he reached them. "Hi, Ly. How you faring?"
"Pretty well." Lyra shrugged. "You?"
Potter grimaced. "They're all... overwhelming. I'm sick of hearing them sing my praises and gawk at my scar."
Lyra gave a little laugh. "Yeah... you were warned."
"So..." Potter fidgeted. "Are we-are we okay? I mean... you know, with you being in Slytherin..."
"I thought I should be the one asking that," Lyra stated in surprise. "I know you don't like Slytherins."
Potter scratched at his head sheepishly. "Yeah, but I can try. You're my best friend, Ly, and it's not going to stop anytime soon just because of a stupid thing as house rivalry."
Lyra raised an eyebrow. "You're being awfully mature, mate. You wake up on the wrong side of the bed or somethin'?"
Longbottom snorted. "You should've heard him this morning. Going on and on about how you betrayed him, that he never really knew you, that the bad snakes corrupted you... and Ron kept encouraging him... I had to beat sense into both of them."
Lyra giggled as Potter turned bright red. Draco sneered, having heard everything. "Typical."
Daphne glared at him. "Shut it, ferret, and mind your own business."
Draco's cheeks pinked, and Blaise internally wolf-whistled. She was famous for her glare that could make even a giant back down. She was scary that way.
Potter cleared his throat with as much dignity he could manage. "Well... I should get going. I'll see you later, Ly."