Skye stares up at the train with wonder. She's never seen anything so awe-inspiring, and she'd spent nearly two months living in Diagon Alley. This was something else.
"Who cares about some girl?"
"Selwyn family? Just a little important."
"My family is older than both your families combined. We have history. We don't even know if she's pure."
"And now you don't believe the Selwyn's word, as well? Her mother was foreign, that's all."
"Nobody knows who she was. She could have been a mudblood. I can trace my lineage back both ways near a thousand years."
Orion stands, slowly, fixing Malfoy with an intense glare.
Draco stops, knowing now he went too far. He turns to Skye.
"Think about this decision. You don't want to regret it."
And he hurries away out of the compartment.
Skye takes a breath and looks to Orionis.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay? Do you want me to leave?"
He doesn't seem to know. "Was he telling the truth? About -- " he asks, after a moment, hesitantly.
"Which part? That I grew up with muggles, or that I'm the Boy Who Lived? Because both are true. My parents died when I was a baby."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
(...he sounds a little envious again, though.)
"I don't remember them."
Orion nods, slowly.
After a few moments, he steps over to calm his cheeping owl.
"What's their name?"
"Her name's Celeste."
"She's really beautiful. Another pretty name."
"How do you know Juliet? I met her this summer at Diagon Alley."
...oh there's his good mood gone.
"My father is friends with her uncle, so we know each other." (His tone gets a little brighter in the second clause.)
"She's really nice. She said she'd meet me on the train."
"She is! I think I saw her at the station, but not since I got on."
"I suppose she's found another compartment with her other friends?"