The Poltergeist Passage is a corridor in the Lower Areas of Hogwarts that is named after Peeves, the Poltergeist infamous for wreaking all kinds of havoc in Hogwarts castle. It is, forgive the pun, one of his favourite haunts and has now recently becoming a common playground for all sorts of trickster spirits.
The hallway was dark, spooky, and definitely not a place you'd likely see Heloise Malfoy. Though, it was also unoccupied and a good spot to practice an easy spell on light that a fourth year should be able to complete by now. Should. After the little fiasco in Defense Against the Dark Arts, it had become Heloise's mission to be able to perfect the light spell. So far? Not good. Sitting criss-crossed on the floor of the passage, the room stays as dark and black as ever while she whispers over and over again "Lumos". Nothing. Not even a small spark. Piper had perfomed Lumos Maxima for goodness sake and she - the witch of arguably on of the most important pure-blood families - couldn't even perform this little small spell.
Luciano, finding himself bored with the people of the common room, had left it, looking for something better to do. He came upon the passage when he heard a voice. It took a second, but the voice clicked. Heloise Malfoy. This, of all things, peaked his interest. What was Heloise doing alone in a dark corridor? "Nox," Luciano whispered, flicking his hand. The dim light he had disappeared as he entered the passageway, quietly approaching the barely-visible life form of Heloise. A sinister smile came upon his face as he grabbed her shoulders and whispered, "Boo."
Well, like most sane fourteen year old girl who knew that poltergeists exist would, Heloise did scream and jolt a bit at the other student. In the spite of fear and also anger at the intrudence, when yelling "Lumos" this time, the light would appear from her wand. Was it dim? Yes, but it was still light nevertheless. With the new source of light from the tip of the Malfoy's wand pointed at the other, she could see the face of a student she recognized. Not one to be scared of. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Got you," he laughed, holding his hand over his stomach. "It hurts... to laugh," he said, "but that was... hilarious." He leaned against the wall, still laughing. "On the bright side, I got your spell to work. What were you doing in the dark anyway? Please don't tell me you were trying to cast 'Lumos', that makes you look more pathetic than you already are in my head."
"It's not funny." It clearly wasn't. Heloise's face - even in dim light - very much showed how amused she was. Hint: she wasn't. Unamused quickly turns to pissed off, though, hearing the word Pathetic. "I am not pathetic. You might as well be, though. What are you doing in here anyway?" Change the subject. Change the subject.
"Haha..." he continued laughing, not noticing Heloise's mood, too busy enjoying his own. He even laughs between his words as he speaks. "I came looking for something else more entertaining than our common room and you were clearly it." He held up a hand. "Gimme a moment." He finally calmed himself down and sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "I think your wand disagrees with that statement," he snorted. "Either way, I'm not here to insult you. I was looking for something better to do. and I found it. Now entertain me with that famous Malfoy charm of yours."
While Luciano's still dying of laughter, Heloise stands up and crosses her arms, firstly to be eye level with the other student (though not really because he was a fair amount taller than her) and also because she'd probably leave soon with the fact that her peace and quiet had been hijacked. She keeps her wand close and in her grip, light still dimly flashing. "Look, I'm sorry if you're so bored, but I'm not here to entertain you. I'm busy. So, why don't you go and find some other student to annoy."
He leaned over and tapped on her on the nose, sporting a cocky smile. "You're already doing it now. So far, you've been plenty of fun. Honestly, I don't know why I don't hang out with you more. Malfoys are lit."
She can't help but scrunch her nose at the tap, stepping back some as well. "I have not. What did I do that ever made you so entertained?" She knows the worst thing to do is push it, but the fourth year just can't help herself with arguing sometimes.
She opens her mouth to say something, but can't think of anything and closes again. Rather, she lets out a little huff and replies, "You know what, you're right. I could easily just leave." At that, she skirts past him, holding up the dim light of her wand to see what's in front of her.
"You realize you're hindering yourself more than you are helping yourself, right, Malfoy?" he said, casting Lumos right after which brightened a lot more area than Heloise's spell. "Come along, I'll lead you back to the light if you so please to leave the hall this much."
"I don't need your help. I've got it." Heloise most certainly needed his help. Well, at least she had light. She had come into the passage without any light (why she did so, she doesn't know), so could definitely get out with the dim one she had casted... but she had run into a wall a good amount of times before getting there. Luciano's help was needed. But, Heloise wanting to be independent and away from the annoying student was more important.
"If that translates to 'yes, I do need your help but I'm too stubborn to admit it', which it clearly translate to, you're welcome," he said cheekily. "What more do you want? Besides me leaving you alone of course. We both know that's not going to happen."
As fun as the prospect of the silent game was (Not), Luciano withered in the silence where he could actively hear his own thoughts, so he opted for more conversation, no matter how much he annoyed Heloise. "Okay, game's over. You won. Let's play something else," he said, spinning on his heel and walking backwards, still managing to navigate the halls without looking behind him.
"I won't," he said with a smirk. "I have a sixth sense," he adds, tapping his temple with his fore finger. "Allow me to demonstrate," he said, closing his eyes and continuing to walk backwards. When he nearly collided with a suit of armor, he quickly swerved out of the way and back into the main path, opening his eyes again. "See?"
"Impressive," she responds back to the trick, a little nod. Yeah, if Heloise tried to do that, she'd fall when running into the statue and twist an ankle. So, she wasn't trying it and making a fool of herself. "Guess you do have a sixth sense."
"Oh no, no, no no no no no. Much worse than that. I almost drowned when I was 7. This guy was trying to steal my stuff so I fought him. He pushed me into the river and at the time, I couldn't swim so I nearly died. Luckily, dude felt guilty enough to get help." The way he told the story, it seemed like no big deal when really it had been a life-scarring experience that made Luciano very wary of large bodies of water.