"There's a fine line between obsession and love, you have to admit," Blaise said, and nodded his thanks to the waiter when they were brought their drinks. For himself, he had ordered iced tea.
"I do agree that extremes seldom lend themselves to good. Extremes polarise people," he mused as he added a packet of sugar to his tea. His mixed with his straw. "Voldemort, for example. Too extreme. Colin's exuberance, for another. Much too extreme."
Strange. It was almost as if they were having a normal conversation. Blaise didn't think it was possible to have a pleasant conversation with Luna Lovegood. This is why he preferred to form his own opinions, be they better or worse, rather than bleat as the other sheeps did.