Next chapter up. Hope after this you have a general idea of where this story might be going. If it's going anywhere at all.
I trie to stick more to the HP!books but sometimes I mix the information with something from the movies. If you read something that is clearly wrong in either the book- or movie-universe, or in both, please tell me.
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Ta-Ta.
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They spent the rest of the afternoon together, learning that both of them are very enamored with muggle science and magic science and really every form of science they ever encountered.
Cosima never before met someone with whom she could be this passionate, hands flying, drawing million invisible lines in the air between them, eyes wide and shining and sparkling, gasping for air because there are too many words flowing out of her mouth, there is no space for a breath.
And Delphine is just as passionate as her when she explains in the most adoringly way how incredible fast some toxins were able to disturb the protein-biosynthesis or when being proteases destroying proteins directly, though her hands are calmer than Cosima's, weaving slowly through the empty space, eyes gleaming just as much as the Ravenclaw's, stumbling over foreign words mixing them together with more familiar French words.
More than once Delphine uses words that do not belong in her sentence, pronouncing them like they are a dance and English is not a dancing language, more of a fight and Cosima repeats them and laughs and laughs some more at Delphine's heavy blushing cheeks and embarrassed smile. She doesn't point out Delphine's mistakes or makes fun of them, she laughs because she is happy, because the French's imperfection is beauty and trying.
When there shines no light anymore through the window, the only patterns left on the table are the ones they created there with their fingers, Delphine suddenly jumps in her seat a hand flying to her chest.
Cosima stares curiously as Delphine pulls on a fine golden necklace she hasn't noticed before, revealing a golden pocket watch on its end. Delphine's face crumbles a bit, brows furrowed, expression heavy and dark in the blink of an eye. She slides the watch back under her sweater away from Cosima's eyes and says:
"Merde…Cosima…I have to go." She sounds honestly sad.
Cosima already expected that much but she can't fight the disappointment that washes over her and the sound that escapes her:
"Oh…"
Hurriedly putting parchment, notes and quill in her bag Delphine gives her more apologetic glances:
"I am very sorry. But I cannot be late."
Cosima stands up too one hand rubbing her neck, trying to hide how much she doesn't want the other girl to leave:
"It's okay…don't want you to be late for whatevs…" she tries to shrug it off.
Delphine lingers a bit after she put all her things away stepping closer to Cosima whose pulse goes up, up, up without her wanting to:
"I had a lot of fun with you, Cosima."
Her smile and the way she emphasizes the last syllable of her name and not the first makes Cosima melt:
"Yeah…me too…obvs." She breathes.
Delphine's eyes fall down a moment then they lock with Cosima's again, uncertainty the most prominent colour in them now:
"Maybe…we could meet again, oui? Tomorrow?"
The doubt pools away the second Cosima's face lights with a broad grin:
"Yeah! Totally! That'd be cool."
They decide to meet in front of the Great Hall after lunch since both of them have no afternoon classes and before Delphine rushes away in a flurry of gold and red she calls over her shoulder:
"Do not steal my books!"
Cosima sticks her tongue out:
"You stole them first."
After Delphine skipped around the last bookshelf and is out of sight Cosima sinks down in her chair and lets out a long breath.
"Man…"
Cosima doesn't see the French girl for the rest of the day even though she guided her steps through half the castle and at dinner she is unusually quiet. She sits at one of the lesser crowded Gryffindor tables with her sisters and absentmindedly pushes the food around on her plate. Sarah sits opposite her already finished with her meal and eyes her curiously:
"What's up, Cos?" she asks pushing her plate aside.
Cosima waves her hand accompanied by a jingle from her bracelets and mutters:
"Oh nothing…nothing."
Allison, her own plate clean and put aside says:
"Please, Cosima, you are never this silent."
"Only when she has book." Helena chimes in between two mouthfuls of red jell-o.
Putting the Daily-Prophet down even Rachel comments on Cosima's quietness:
"Even I have to admit the lack of your constant chattering is pretty rare."
Cosima throws her cutlery down and huffs:
"Are you like ganging up on me now? And don't pretend to be interested Rachel 'cause you're not!" she points a finger at her older sister accusingly. The blonde shrugs, picks up the newspaper again and calmly sips her tea. Helena is already back to her dessert but Cosima has no such luck with her remaining two siblings:
"Come on, man, something's clearly bothering you. Malfoy's been a bloody bastard again?" Sarah asks, head already turning towards the Slytherin table.
"Sarah! Language!" Allison gasps.
"Oh shut up!" Sarah says, rolling her eyes and Cosima almost thinks she is off the hook and that her sisters' daily banter saves her.
Instead of letting herself get riled up by Sarah's behavior Allison turns to her dreadlocked sister:
"Cosima, you don't have to tell us if it makes you really uncomfortable but maybe we can help and make it better."
Cosima grumbles:
"Yeah…sure."
She doesn't want to tell, doesn't want to say it out loud, though she thought about it since Delphine disappeared from the library and she knows denying this doesn't make it better anyway. She gets very shy, shoulders slumped, dreadlocks spilling over her shoulder, pushing her glasses, fiddling with her hands before she mumbles:
"I think I have a crush."
She practically hears Sarah's mouth fall open and Allison's squeak is unmistakable but it is Helena who says something first:
"Are you going to cry again, seestra? "
Normally Helena does not bother much for any of them except Sarah and her soft tone touches Cosima:
"I don't know…I hope not." She answers with a small smile.
Apparently that is enough for her sibling but not for her other sisters:
"Do you think that is wise after what happened last year?" Rachel wants to know, never one to be tactfully or considerate.
"Thanks for reminding her about that bitch Megan." Sarah exclaims shooting Rachel a dirty look.
Megan Jones was the girlfriend Cosima had last year and it ended in a total disaster.
Allison puts a comforting hand on Cosima's shoulder and tells her in a warm voice:
"Don't listen to them. Sarah is right she wasn't…kind to you."
"Kind?" Sarah repeats hotly. "She cheated on, Cos!"
"That's enough!" Cosima decides and gives all of her siblings pointed looks. "It's long over…I'm good. No need to worry about that." And surely she is very good when images of Delphine's magical hair and smile appear in her head.
Sarah has a grin smeared across her face and Allison barely keeps her excitement at bay:
"So…who's the chick?" Sarah asks poking Cosima's shin under the table with the tip of her boot.
"Is she in our grade? In which house is she?" Allison all but bounces in her seat.
Suddenly it dawns on Cosima that she can answer neither of her sisters' questions.
"Uhm…" she starts slightly embarrassed, hands knotted tightly together:
"I don't know, Allison." She admits a bit mortified that she only caught Delphine's name all afternoon, being too caught up in science to ask the other girl anything else.
"How come you don't know?" Sara asks baffled.
"I met her at the library today. She was the one who stole my books." Cosima shrugs.
"So that is where you disappeared to." Allison says with an annoyed undertone.
"Yeah…so sorry for that…but I got caught up." Cosima grins unashamed.
Sexuality was never an issue in her life, neither in the household she lived in as a kid nor in the one where she lives now. Coming out to her siblings was very important to Cosima and when all four of them were either not bothered by it or genuinely happy and okay with it she knew society could kiss her arse with her siblings on her side. So talking about the slowly manifesting romantic feelings she probably developed for Delphine in the span of one afternoon makes her spirits lift again.
"If you don't know then tell us how she is. She's like hella hot?" Sarah wiggles her eyebrows and Cosima snorts:
"Hella. You bet."
"Please tell me you don't crush on the poor girl only because of her looks?" Allison asks appalled hand flying to her neck.
"Allison!" Cosima feigns being offended: "How can you possibly think that?"
Her sister glares at her and Cosima is eventually able to flash a grin again:
"Nah…man I don't…although she is really gorgeous and has the craziest hair and beautiful smile and she's like a total geek and we dorked out all day on Immunology...muggle science...and she likes potions…like me…and oh god, don't get me started on the accent." Cosima bubbles happily.
"What kind of accent?" Helena wants to know, her own Ukrainian accent heavy as smoke.
"Didn't I say that? She's French!" Cosima giggles.
Cosima is unaware of the skeptical look Allison and Sarah exchange as she finally digs into her dinner that has long become cold:
"Uh…Cos." Sarah starts but gets interrupted from Rachel:
"French? It is a very odd time for French exchange students, don't you think?" she says, sliding the folded Daily-Prophet between her siblings.
On the first page are pictures and names printed from various witches and wizards all missing or dead or something in between.
tbc. (?)