Alison tapped her foot impatiently waiting for her sisters to arrive at the platform. Her parents had already left, and they were supposed to be here to board the train together.

She checked her watch, 10:43. The train leaves at 11 o'clock, so she didn't know why they wouldn't be here by now. For the last two years they'd been boarding the train-

Alison yelped as she felt someone poke her side, she looked up to see Chad Norris, the Hufflepuffs' resident class clown.

"'Sup Hendrix?" He said walking away with a swagger

"Chad, I swear to God," Alison said adjusting her sweater. That boy always manages to work her up for no reason. Her cat looked up from her cage, and Alison gave her an apologetic look, "Sorry, Gemma."

"What he's still messin' with you?"

Alison turned, "Sarah, thank god. Where have you been? We only have fifteen minutes to board the train!"

"Easy now, don't get your knickers in a twist. We've got plenty of time."

"Yes, but we have to get good seats. So my… knickers have a right to be twisted. Where in god's name is Cosima?" Alison asked, scratching the back of her neck.

"I dunno, the girl's always bloody late. 'Member that one time first year when she was late to the feast, so she didn't know exams were cancelled?"

Alison cracked a smile, "That was pretty funny, actually. She got what she deserved, next time she'll be on time."

Both girls jumped at the sound of the train's horn, reminding them that they had ten minutes to board.

"Let's just go find a seat, yeah? She'll find us later."

After they had, thankfully, found an empty booth, they set their stuff down. Alison's cat, Gemma, decided that the top cubby over the seats was where she would spend her long train ride.

The girls had been talking casually until the train gave its final toot and started to trudge forward. Alison was trying to stay casual, but the panic on her face was visible as she started to bite the inside of her pinky nail.

"She'll be here."

Alison looked up from the paper she was pretending to read and saw Sarah's reassuring half smile.

"She's always but she would never miss this train."

"Yeah I know, but-" Alison was interrupted by a knock on the booth door. The girls looked up to see Cosima standing there with a stupid grin on her face, licorice wand between her teeth, glasses crooked, and had an unbelievable amount of snacks in her hands.

Sarah chuckled and opened the door, "Finally Cosima."

"Yeah yeah, help me out, will ya?" she said shuffling into the booth accidently bumping Alison with her bookbag.

After she had settled down, her head plopped back with a sigh, "Oh my god, I practically sprinted here," she panted.

"Why are you always so late?" Alison asked, truly curious.

Cosima sat up straighter, "Okay, so I totally have a good reason this time," she said, adjusting her glasses.

The girl talked animatedly, hands flying about Adalbert Waffling, who she saw in Flourish and Blotts, and how they had been talking for over an hour.

"Who the hell is Adabart Waffle?" Sarah asked.

"Adalbert Waffling, Sarah. He wrote a book on Magical Theory. In fact, it was our textbook last year! Shit, I should have gotten it signed."

"Whatever, nerd. That kind of stuff doesn't interest me."

"Of course not, you just wanna blow shit up." Cosima said with a smirk.

"You know it," she replied with a smirk. "Hey, how d'you think you all are gonna do this year in quidditch?"

Cosima groaned, "Ugh, don't get me started. Our keeper, Grant Page? Friggin' sucks, dude."

"You know Potter got a Firebolt last year?" Sarah smirked.

Cosima's eyes widened, "Are you effing serious? He was already flying circles around with a Nimbus, what the hell kind of havoc is he gonna wreak on us now?"

Sarah laughed cockily. Cosima punched her in the shoulder, "Shut the hell up, you don't even play."

"For good reason," Alison spoke up, "Any game that involves catching and hitting animate balls hundreds of feet from the ground, while also flying around on a cleaning tool cannot possibly be safe for anyone."

Cosima looked at her strangely, "You use brooms to clean? Why?"

"Oh, Jesus Murphy."

"Alison's right, Cos, people die playing that sport."

"Okay, that was like one time. The dude couldn't even do a Wronski feint, so I don't know why he tried. He had it comin.'"

"What about the guy that got struck by lightning last year?"

"Who, Eric Summer? That was all his fault. Nobody should fly that high. Besides, in the pros they have wards that prevent that kind of thing."

"You're not even trying to go to the pros though, are you? I thought you wanted to work in Spells," Alison offered.

"Yeah, I am. But professional quidditch could contribute to my source of income." Cosima said with a smirk.

Kira, Sarah's owl, started fussing in her cage, chirping and biting at her cage.

"What, you wanna go outside?" Sarah asked. The bird circled once in the cage and chirped again.

"Fine," Sarah said, opening the window.

"Umm… Sarah, are you sure that's a good idea?" Alison asked worriedly.

"Kira's even smarter than I am. She knows the way there," Sarah replied as she took the owl out and released it out the window, watching her light brown form fly off until she was out of sight.

"Yeah, Alison," Cosima said through a pumpkin pastry. "Owls, especially those bred in the magical world, have above average navigational skills. Did you know that one time, this owl-"

"Thank you, walking encyclopedia" Sarah cut off.

"Whatever, dude. Knowledge is power, and power is money, and money is food," Cosima said helping herself to another pastry.

Alison cringed at her in disgust. "Cosima, how can you even eat that stuff all the time?"

Cosima smiled through her chocolate frog, "Brain food, baby."

"And apparently boob food too," Sarah contributed. "What the hell Cosima, you grew even more over the summer," she said gesturing to Cosima's chest. The girl had already started wearing a bra in their first year.

"Wha?" Cosima looked down at herself, "I mean I guess. But remember what McGonagall said about how we were able to practically build back our own souls as children? Maybe I adopted a big boob gene," she said with a shrug.

"That makes sense," Alison said, believing her.

"…That's bullshit and you know it."

"Yeah it is," Cosima laughed, "That wouldn't happen," she said, tugging on another licorice wand.

"And since when did you have dreadlocks Cosima?" Alison said, surprised that she hadn't noticed them before.

"Oh I got these before I went to the World Cup. I was looking for something more permanent."

"Yeah, or looking for something to impress Michael Corner," Sarah accused.

"What? No way, man. He's totally not my type," Cosima said waving her hands in the air.

"Yeah, what is your type, Cosima?" Alison asked.

"You never talk about anyone you're interested in," Sarah added.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out. And besides, I never hear you guys talking about who you got eyes on either."

"Oh please, Cosima. You know Paul and I fooled around last year," Sarah said.

"About that, Sarah, I don't think you should trust him. He's a Slytherin after all…" Alison said nervously.

"Don' worry about it. It's not like I'm in love with him, he's just good on the eyes. And not all Slytherins are bad, anyway."

Cosima made a disgusted face, "Ugh, I so didn't need the visual."

"Bloody hell, Cosima. He's like the hottest guy in school. Any girl, and prolly some boys too, would love the visual."

Cosima finished her wand, "I don't," she muttered. Sarah looked at her strangely, but decided not to comment as she checked her watch.

"I guess we should start getting changed, yeah?"

At Hogwarts, the students piled off the carts being pulled to the gates. Alison, Cosima, and Sarah were talking about this year's future until they had to separate into their houses.

"Well, ladies, I guess this is goodbye. Sarah, be safe, and make good choices. Cosima… don't eat too much at the feast. I'll see you two later."

"Yeah, yeah," Sarah said.

"Toodles!" Cosima said enthusiastically.

As Alison was walking away, Sarah turned to Cosima, "Toodles?"

"You like it? It's a muggle phrase right? I heard it once when I was-"

"NIEHAUS!" a boy said as he put Cosima in a headlock and nuzzled her hair.

"Watch the locks, bro! The locks! SCOTT!" Cosima exclaimed.

Scott immediately ceased his actions, released the shorter girl and backed away slowly, watching her give him her best death glare.

"I swear to god Scott, if one dread is out of place, I will castrate you with the weakest severing spell you can imagine," Cosima said darkly.

Scott immediately started running away, Cosima on his heels, yelling. Sarah laughed and shook her head, her sisters were something else.

The great hall was filled with excited freshly sorted students and returners from the previous years. Everyone was talking amongst themselves when Dumbledore decided to make an announcement.

"Students, students! Quiet down please!" He shouted over the crowd of amateur wizards and witches. The noise simmered down before he started again, "Now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement."

The door to the Great Hall opened, revealing Mr. Filch, peeking into the large room.

"This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests, as well."

Mr. Filch held his leg as he shuffled up to Dumbledore's podium, much to Cosima's delight, who shook her head and whispered to Scott through her giggles, "Friggin' weirdo, man."

"You see, Hogwarts has been chosen-" Dumbledore started, but was unable to continue as Mr. Filch whispered in his ear. Dumbledore quickly shooed him off as he tried to continue his previous sentence as Mr. Filch started for the door.

"So, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Triwizard Tournament."

"The bloody hell is that?" Sarah whispered to her roommate, Ginny.

The ginger-haired shook her head, "He's probably going to explain it."

"Now for those of you who don't know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests for each school, a single student is selected to compete."

More whispers resounded throughout the hall before Dumbledore spoke again, "Now let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint of heart. But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and their headmistress, Madame Maxine!"

All of the students turned their heads towards the opening doors, watching the French ladies, adorned in blue, saunter into the hall in a clean march. Every few steps, the girls would stop and give a charming sigh to the Hogwarts students.

Cosima watched them intently, but her eyes landed on one girl in particular when she sighed and gestured towards her. Her mouth gaped open when she saw her make eye contact and give her what she thought was the best smile she had ever seen. She unconsciously returned it at her back when the girls fluttered by and released charmed butterflies in the air, later performing acrobatics to introduce their headmistress.

Cosima was still smiling when Scott nudged her out of her trance.

"Hey, did you see how tall the headmistress was up close?"

"What?" Cosima said, still coming out, "What? Scott, no. Shut up." She tried to get another look at the girl she saw before, but completely lost her in the field of blue.

"Damn it, Scott," Cosima sighed.

"What?" Scott said, wondering what had suddenly soured the girl.

"Nothing, shut up."

"…I wasn't even talking."

Dumbledore kissed the headmistress' hand, and returned to the podium, raising his hands to gather the attention of the group.

And now, our friends from the north, please meet the proud sons of Durmstrang, and their highmaster, Igor Karkaroff.

Now through the doors stomped muscular boys in black coats, pounding their staffs on the ground, and twirling them before they set them down and sprinted forward, performing more acrobatics than the girls in blue. Behind them stormed in a familiar face, followed by a man who was wearing a bit more than a frown.

"Holy watershed," Cosima gasped.

"What?" Scott asked.

"That's Victor Krum. He was the seeker for the Bulgarian Team in the World Cup finals this year. He's effin' amazing."

"Oh," Scott said, pretending to know what that meant. "Sweet."

The final two students blew charmed fire that took the shape of a phoenix before disappearing in front of Dumbledore.

The ceremony finished and the students started eating the opening feast began. The Beauxbatons Academy students sat in the same row as Ravenclaw, fortunately for Cosima, who got a better look at her dream girl.

She watched her throughout the duration of the feast, memorizing every detail. Her extremely curly hair, her big brown eyes, her smile as she talked to her friends; Cosima felt a bit like a stalker, but didn't really care because she had never felt like this before. Scott said a few things to her, but she blew him off. She didn't really know what happened after they came in, something about a fire goblet, 17 year olds, and she saw the ceiling freak out a few times.

After the ceremony, the students were released to their rooms. The Beauxbatons girls got up in an orderly fashion, and sauntered away from the table.

"Bye, Scott," Cosima said quickly as she made to go follow them, ignoring his whiny protest. She didn't know what she was doing, she knew she couldn't just get into their carriage, but she just didn't care-

"Oi, Cos, did you see the tight arses on those Durmstrang blokes?"

Sarah stepped into her line of sight, making Cosima stretch her neck to see around her, not even paying attention to who had blocked her vision, she had to see her one more-

"Cosima!"

Cosima snapped out of her frenzy, wondering what the hell had just happened to her.

"Cos, are you alright?" Sarah said shaking her shoulders slightly.

Cosima looked up at Sarah, wondering when she had gotten there. "Yeah, obvs. Why?" she asked, trying to steal another glance at the girls, who had disappeared down the corridor.

"Because I was talkin' to you and you weren't bloody listenin'."

Cosima looked at Sarah, "About what?"

"Well I was gonna talk to you about Durmstrang arse, but it seems I should be talkin' about Beauxbaton arse instead."

"What's this about Beauxbaton... 'arse'?" Alison asked walking up to the pair.

"Cosima wants some."

Cosima blushed, "What? Dude, no."

"Why are you blushing Cosima?" Alison pointed out.

"Yeah, why you blushin' Cos? Am I right?"

Cosima tried backing away, only to have Sarah step forward, "N-no…"

"Could it be? Is our Cos a little lezzy?" Sarah teased to Alison, who was looking sympathetically at the stuttering.

"NO, Sarah, okay? God, will you guys just fuck off?" Cosima exclaimed before running up to the Ravenclaw tower.

"Jeez, what's got her knickers?" Sarah said with a frown.

Alison recovered from her gaping at Cosima's horrendous language. "You shouldn't tease her like that, you know she's sensitive."

"Yeah, and I know she'll get over it. Hey, did you see the arses on those Durmstrangs?"

Lying awake in bed, Cosima was still thinking about the girl she saw at the ceremony. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the girl's small smile at her and couldn't help but wonder if the girl was thinking about her too.

Cosima sighed and took her glasses off, "I'm fucked."