The Train

maybe it was her hair, her soft, ash colored hair that she took the time each morning to change.
maybe it was her smile, the gentle upturn of her full lips that revealed her shy grin that she would gift him with every class they had together.
maybe it was blaise, who was secretly reckless by nature, someone who desperately needed hope, which was exactly what she was.

or in which blaise is a devastatingly handsome slytherin who falls hopelessly in love with a kind, and slightly eccentric hufflepuff.