A/N: This collection contains uncorrelated drabbles (no poetry) part of several different challenges (and possibly competitions too).
Droplets that Disappear into the Rain
a collection of drabbles
Pairing: Fleur/Lisa
Challenge(s): Slash/Femslash Boot Camp (prompt #003 – year), February Femslash Competition
She was only there for a year, but she was so alluring plain little Lisa Turpin could not help but fall into the temporary statis of love with her.
Oh, she knew it wasn't love. She knew it was just a passing crush that would fade the moment the goddess passed, but the year was young and she was just growing into the age where she thought about her love and sexuality, where she wondered how it would feel to have the light that all the boys were chasing after, how it would feel to be bathed in that gentle glow of beauty and grace and cleverness, everything she wasn't.
She might be a Ravenclaw, but she was starved for the sort of perfection that seemed to rival Rowena Ravenclaw herself: that symbol that stood in their Common Room, revered by every student that passed through the entrance hole. But Ravenclaw was just the image of a dream, and Fleur was a much closer reality.
