Ioan couldn't help the faint blush that coloured his cheeks when Daphne called him attractive. It seemed to be a real complement coming from her, though why he couldn't say. But as she continued, his thoughts turned to Romilda. She had at least come up and talked to him. Several times now, as a matter of fact, and they were meeting for dinner later. He wasn't self-conscious, but a little niggling voice wondered: was it him, or the guitar? Quickly tamping down on that thought.
"I'm not someone to be afraid of," he reiterated. "Unless my friends are likely to be hurt, anyway."
He shook his head. He'd never really had trouble talking to people, but now that he looked back, many of the girls at school - most of the Slytherins excluded - were shy or coy or some combination of things that kept them from being good friends with him. There were a few, yes, like Lisa that he got along with just fine.
When Daphne mentioned stables, his gaze fixed on her.