To go along with my prompt, yes this is based off a conversation from Daredevil Harry slowly walked up to the bar to stand beside the angel in the blue dress.
“A Phoenix Rebirth for me and another glass of elven wine for the lady.” Harry said to the bartender with a nod.
“Perceptive, but a lady can order her own drinks. A Golden Snitch, if you would.” she replies without even bothering to look at Harry.
After a moment of silence, Harry leads, “Would you like to dance?”
Finally, she turns to look at him, “Not particularly. Nice shoes by the way, a soldier?”
“Hmmm, how’d you know?”
“You’re not exactly a tough read.” She replied with a slight lack of interest.
“I might surprise you.”
“Doubt it.” She replied, taking a sip of her new drink.
“Maybe, wanna give it a try?” he shot back nursing his drink.
“You were drug here by your father I assume. You’re too young to know anyone from this crowd and it's clear you don’t want to be here. You would much rather be doing anything else than having to rub elbows with this crowd. You’re a fighter, clear from the way your head is on a slight swivel, your stance, and your choice in footwear. And now, your mind is racing trying to think of a way to keep me interested, because the last thing you want is to spend your night here at the bar nursing your drink and waiting till your father comes to ask you to dance with some random politician’s daughter you have no interest in.
The problem is you lost the moment you came to this bar. You’re boring, I’ve met hundreds of boys just like you.” With the conversation seemingly ended she turned back towards the bar to finish her drink.(edited) [9:24 PM] Harry says the first thing that comes to mind, “Wow, you get all that from a pair of shoes?”
When she doesn’t reply he asks, “You wanna know what I think?”
She gives a little hum of agreement so he continues, “I think that despite your artisan shoes, and tied back hair. Despite being richer than god, and turning most men to mush with a look, you’re bored. Bored enough to spend your time looking at a stranger's shoes. I think you are dying at this party just as much as I am if not more because daddy’s money can’t buy you the one thing you really need?”
“Oh, and what's that?” she asks, finally turning back towards him as he leaned in closer.
“The unexpected.” He said leaning back.
She took another look at him deciding on her reply, “Maybe you aren’t so boring after all. Fleur Delacour.”
“Hadrian Peverell.”