Invisible Threads | Blaise Zabini

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A//N:
Hello!
Sorry if I kind of disappeared again, I wanted to edit and post this chapter last night, but during the day I had to bring my brother to the E.R for a bad cut on his foot, and after that I was a bit frazzled.

This is a bit of a long one, I am probably going to come back to it and modify it a bit in the future, still, I hope you're going to enjoy it :)

16

Eagle

ONE GOOD THING came from the knowledge that she would be leaving Hogwarts for the very last time.

She could do whatever she pleased.

Not that Clementine didn't do that already - being classified as weird had never bothered her. But she was happy to take that to the next level.

In a way, Smith was also the reason she now felt free to hunt for wackspurts without fearing confused stares and laughs of disbelief. She could express her love for the smell of sunshine out loud, have conversations with her cat, spice up her boring black uniform with bright accessories. Numerous neon yellow hair clips now pushed her hair away from her face while a sparkly pink elastic tied the end of her plait. The bracelets peeking from underneath the cuffs of her sleeves formed a rainbow. Her earrings matched the colour of her eyes. She felt fierce. She felt like herself.

Numerous times she asked herself why Smith couldn't have started to leave her alone sooner. She tried not to pity herself though, she was enjoying herself, and was grateful for the unexpected turn of events.

Professor Snape gave her one of his hideous looks as her fingers expertly move to interwine flowers together. She should have used them to brew a potion, but why would she ruin pretty flowers for a class subject she loathed?

A while ago, the teacher would have shamed her in front of everyone for her bizzarre behaviour, but now he seemed to have accepted his defeat and merely gave her an exasperated and disapproving glare every now and then, so she wasn't scared of being her true self in his presence anymore.

She managed to finish her masterpiece with five minutes to spare. So she placed the flower crown on her head and admired her reflection on the still water sitting inside the unused cauldron. It was gorgeous. But it wasn't meant for her. White daisies were Luna's favourite flower, so she hoped the gesture would help them make amend.

It did not.

Luna saw her, holding the flower crown and smiling benevolently, and quickly spun on her heels, heading the opposite way.

"Frick," Clementine sighed, placing the flower crown back on her head.

Gloomily, she decided to do a pit stop to the common room before going to the Great Hall to eat. She intented to step outside right after even if the weather wasn't that great. She hadn't practiced her Patronus at all lately. And a promise was a promise.

Once into the common room she grabbed her mustard coat, spent five minutes forcing Zuni to spit whatever inedible knick knack was in her mouth, then returned downstairs.

A smile immediately popped on her face.

"You really love that spot, don't you?"

"Mm." Cedric said. Clearly he had work to do, and given the tension in his shoulder it was best not to disturb him, but she was just too curious.

"What are you doing?"

"Technically, Arythmancy."

"And realistically?"