Cosima was heading to the Great Hall when she saw Sarah talking to a taller, nice looking boy from Slytherin. She immediately recognized it as Paul Dierden and chuckled as she got closer, sneaking up on Sarah.

"Then why'd you mess around with her if you didn't wanna?"

"No, it wasn't- look, it's not that I didn't want to, I just regret it now and I'm telling you about it because I don't plan to do it again."

Cosima immediately ceased her pursuit and ducked behind the nearest gargoyle, still eavesdropping.

"Yeah? Why should I care?"

"I-I thought you should have a right to know. I know we're not together but I thought we had something."

Sarah scoffed, "Yeah, I see how you thought so highly of our relationship while you were mackin' on 'Queen of the Ice'."

Cosima jumped out from behind the gargoyle, not liking the spike in tension in the air. She casually walked up behind Sarah and put her arm around her shoulder, leaning against her. Sarah jumped, but immediately settled when she identified her sister, "Hey, Cos."

"Hey Sarah, Paul," she said, narrowing her eyes up at the muscular boy, "You aren't upsetting my sister are you?"

"What, no- I was just talking to her," he defended.

"You better not be. I know a spell that'll shove a three-foot pole right up your ass before you could blink."

"Really?" Sarah asked, impressed.

Cosima nodded while whispering to Sarah, "No."

"Whatever, Niehaus. Prove it on the pitch," He said walking away.

"Don't worry, I will!" she shouted to his back.

"Yeah, I forgot about that, you guys are scrimmaging them today," Sarah said turning to Cosima

"Yeah dude, I only told you fifty times," Cosima said before searching her robes.

"What are you looking for?"

"Oh nothing, I just thought I finally brought that remembrall for you today," Cosima said with a toothy smile. Sarah shoved her playfully.

"Piss off," she grumbled.

"I was heading to the Great Hall if you want to come. I was gonna stuff my face before the scrim."

"Yeah I will, got nothin' better to do."

The two walked in and sat down, food appearing on the plates before them so they could eat. The girls were elbows deep in food before they began conversation again.

"You eat like a bloody animal, you know that?"

Cosima looked up, sucking the chicken juice off her fingers, "What?"

"I can't remember the last time you used a damn utensil."

"Sarah don't be stupid, I ate cereal this morning."

"Besides that, ya twat."

Cosima thought about it, and Sarah was right, she only used utensils when absolutely necessary. "Eh, I guess I could start."

"'Atta girl, here," Sarah said handing her a fork, "use this, make sure not to poke yourself with it."

Cosima took it and threw it over her shoulder without looking, "I'll start tomorrow."

"Start what, Cosima? Attempting to impale innocent bystanders with silverware?"

Cosima turned around, spotting none other than Rachel Duncan, along with Paul and some other kid that she's never seen before.

"Sorry, man, I didn't see you."

"I'm sure. Were your glasses not on properly?" Rachel asked smartly. The random at her side smirked at the comment.

Cosima looked at her, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head, "Woah, okay, your attitude is like three-hundred percent unnecessary, thank you very much."

"I don't see why, after being assaulted by airborne eating utensils, I have a right to be upset, do I not?"

Sarah spoke up, "Look, she already apologized to you, Queen Duncan, so you can take your little jesters and keep walkin'."

"Don't talk to Rachel like that, you-" the random started, but was interrupted.

"Hush now, Daniel, she's right. I'm wasting daylight talking to these…" Rachel turned to face her two sisters, "copies."

Cosima frowned while Sarah slammed her hands against the table, approaching the three Slytherins.

"Copies?! I'll show you a copy you-"

"Sarah! Come on Sarah, she's not worth it!" Cosima shouted, grabbing Sarah's shoulder pulling her back away from Rachel, who chuckled and walked away, Paul and Daniel in tow.

"That's right Paul, walk away like a little bitch!" Sarah shouted bitterly. Paul kept walking, his shoulders squared stiffly.

"Bloody hell, she got the bitch gene," Sarah said, plopping down and chomping angrily on her cold food.

"That could be, or maybe since she was the only one self-aware during her childhood, she may think that she's sort of a high class figure," Cosima said pulling out her wand swiftly and performing a warming charm on her food.

Sarah looked up at the girl's now steaming plate. "Oi, how'd you do that?"

"Do what?" Cosima said through mashed potatoes.

"Make your food hot."

"Warming charm. Seriously, you had to have learned it last year. I learned before I even got here."

"Well sorry we can't all be Einsteins, Cosima."

"Who's Einstein?"

Sarah sighed and picked at her cold food. "What time is the scrimmage at again?" she asked, only to be met with silence. She looked up at Cosima who seemingly froze mid-chew, looking somewhere off behind her. Sarah waved her hand in front of Cosima's glasses. "Cos!"

Cosima jumped, "Merlin, what?"

"The hell, I was talkin' to you."

"Well, what? What is it?" Cosima said, disgruntled.

"What were you lookin' at?" Sarah said turning around.

"N-nothing!" Cosima stuttered as her sister swiveled in her seat.

Sarah didn't see anything, just a some Beauxbatons students and a couple of Hufflepuffs.

"Who were you looking at?" She asked again.

"Umm… no one. You know, uh, that kid over there?" Cosima said, pointing to a Hufflepuff.

"No."

"Well he was in my Ancient Runes class last year, and he got caught wanking in class." Cosima said, knowing it would catch Sarah's attention.

"What?! You serious?"

"As a Basilisk." She said casually.

Sarah chuckled, "Still too soon, Cos. Too soon."

Cosima shrugged, she had still remembered the incident from their first year. Fortunately no one died, but the girls had laughed about it when they saw Mr. Filch's cat, hanging from a lamp post. The misfortune of that man pleased them to no end. It was an inside joke to the girls that never ceased in making one of them laugh.

"I was asking you earlier when your scrimmage is." Sarah said, recovering from her fit of laughter.

"It's at 7. You don't have to come, it's gonna be really informal. I just figured if you didn't have anything else to do."

"Nah, I'll come. Nothing better than watching my sister pound on a bunch of grown men." And it wasn't an understatement. Cosima was well known for her agility, and she wasn't easy to push off a broom either.

"Come on, I don't pound… much." Cosima said with a smirk.

"Cocky, aren't you?" Sarah teased, "You should watch what you say while you still have your little chicken arms," she said reaching across the table and squeezing Cosima's bicep, or lack thereof.

"Hey!" Cosima said, retracting her arm, "I'm just out of shape from the summer, by the end of the year, I'll invite you to my gun show. Besides, I can but five galleons on me beating you in an arm wrestle," she finished, putting her elbow on the table.

Sarah smirked, "Alright, toothpick. You're on," she said, clapping her hand against Cosima's.

"On the count of three," Cosima declared, "One, two- hey!"

Sarah didn't wait as she forcefully tried to push Cosima's hand to the table, but Cosima caught herself and turned red as she reciprocated the effort.

Alison walked into the Great Hall looking for Sarah as she spotted her, in an intense battle of arms with her sister. She swiftly approached the two of them, "What are you doing?" The girls responded simultaneously:

"Winning."

"Making bank."

Alison shook her head, "You two are just like children, I swear. And 'bank', Cosima? Really?"

"Five… Galleons…" Cosima grunted, veins popping in her head as she pushed Sarah's hand to the table, making her groan in defeat. Cosima raised her fists silently in the air, and kissed her right bicep. "Don't underestimate the guns, Sarah."

"Yeah, yeah," she said slapping five gold coins on the table. Cosima kissed the group of coins as she deposited them in her robes.

"That's gross Cosima, there could be all kinds of germs on those coins."

"Whatever, now I can pay for my hospital bills." She responded with a grin.

"Ok, well Sarah I came to get you for class, we'll be late if we don't leave soon," Alison said, picking up a dinner roll from the nearest tray, "You can join us too Cosima."

"Nah, I'm gonna kick it here for a bit, I heard they were serving pumpkin pastries in a bit."

"Fat arse." Sarah quipped, ignoring Alison's gasp of disapproval.

"No fatter than yours, Sar Bear." Cosima said cheekily.

Sarah laughed and turned to walk out with Alison, "See you, dork."

"Bye, punk. Toodles, Alison."

"Stop saying that."

Cosima watched and waved as the two exited the Great Hall, and waited a bit before getting out of her seat, crossing over to where a familiar Beauxbatons beauty was sitting, reading a book.

"Heyyy," Cosima drawled.

"Oh," Delphine looked up at Cosima in recognition, "Bonjour, Cosima."

Cosima internally swooned at the fact that Delphine had remembered her name. "I'm bored," she said conversationally, "What're you reading?"

"Oh um…" Delphine looked at the cover of the book, and showed it to Cosima.

"Magical Drafts and Potions, eh?"

"Yes, um… the effects of Skele-gro." Delphine said carefully.

"Oh yeah, no that shit is the bomb. A kid in my first year had to use it when he got hit in the arm with a bludger."

"Oh, really?" Delphine said, interested. "This, 'bludger', made his bones disappear?"

"Oh no, no not that. It's a long story but basically our DADA teacher that year was kind of a fraud. He tried healing his broken arm on the field and ended up evaporating his bones." Cosima said, not controlling her hand movements in the slightest.

"Oh, that's…" Delphine giggled as she searched for a word, "intense, no?"

"Yeah it was totally unnecessary, I mean, since I know the ingredients of that Skele-gro stuff, it must've tasted like shit."

Delphine turned away from her book and faced Cosima with an amused look on her face, "And what are those ingredients?"

Cosima raised an eyebrow, "Are you challenging my intelligence, madame?"

Delphine shrugged.

"Okay, a batch of Skele-gro consists of three pufferfish, five scarab beetles, and a Chinese chomping cabbage."

"Hmm." Delphine said, turning to write something down.

Cosima took a peek at her parchment, "Are you- are you doing homework right now?"

"Perhaps," Delphine giggled.

"I can't believe this, you used me!"

Delphine laughed harder as she tried to continue writing, but found the muscles in her hand were growing weaker.

"I've been intellectually robbed! Help! Somebody!" Cosima shouted dramatically as Delphine was overtaken by laughter.

"Arrêtes! I have not used the bathroom!" Delphine said through giggles.

Cosima smiled at the shaking girl, "That was a pretty elegant way of saying you're gonna piss yourself."

"Stop making me laugh, or I am going to 'piss myself'." Delphine said, still gasping for air.

Cosima gawked at Delphine, "Well, well. I see I need to stop talking to you, It seems my horrific language is contagious."

"Non, I already have bad language, I just do not know the words in English. You are helping me… in more ways than one," Delphine said with a sly smile.

"Cool. Glad to be of assistance," Cosima said. There was a moment of silence between the two of them before Cosima remembered something, "Hey, what are you doing later?"

"Nothing, maybe working, porquoi?" Delphine asked curiously.

"Have- do they have Quidditch at Beauxbatons?"

Delphine thought hard, "Non, mais I have heard of a team in France… eh what is it… the Quib… Quib…" she said, snapping her fingers.

"Quiberon Quafflepunchers?" Cosima supplied easily

"Oui, yes! They have won French championships many times," Delphine said proudly.

"Well yeah, because the other teams are practically non-existent."

"They are not, I have seen them," Delphine defended.

"Yeah? Name one."

"Uh… uhhhh…" Delphine eyes scrunched tight in concentration

"'Uhh'? That's a new one, where are they from?" Cosima said sarcastically.

"Hush, you," Delphine said as Cosima laughed, "If you're so clever, then why don't you name teams from your country?"

"Oh Delphine, darling, where I come from, Quidditch is not as popular as it is in the UK."

"Same with France."

Cosima tapped her chin, "Touché," she said in a terrible French accent, making Delphine giggle, "Alright, well in my native country of America, we have the Sweetwater All-Stars, who beat the Quafflepunchers might I add, and the Fitchburg Finches."

"America beat France in a Quidditch match? When?"

"Like, last year dudette, get with it," Cosima said with a playful nudge. "And with that, I can say that America is greater than France."

"Quoi? Non, that can't be!" Delphine said in mock offense.

"Oh yeah, name one thing that France is better at than America."

"French," Delphine said immediately.

"Oh come on that doesn't count! Then we're better at English than you!"

"But isn't England the best at English? Since we're closer we should be second."

Cosima's jaw dropped, "Well… well we're better at American!" she said lamely.

Delphine giggled, "American is not a language, silly girl."

"Try me."

"Ok, say something in American."

"Ok," Cosima said, analyzing Delphine's figure, seeing what she could point out, "Your cap is hella ridic. Like, major Hitler feels vibin' off that thing, dude."

Delphine's jaw took its turn to drop, "What- what was that?" she asked, completely bewildered.

"Don't hate, sweetness. It takes mad skills to whip out this vernacular," Cosima said with a slanted grin

Delphine shook her head with a giggle, turning back to her book, "I have clearly underestimated you."

Cosima laughed and patted Delphine on the back, "First lesson is free," she whispered.

Delphine laughed again. As she sobered, she remembered that they had gotten off track, "You were asking me earlier if I was doing anything later, why?"

"Oh!" Cosima had totally forgot, "Um, because I have a Quidditch scrimmage tonight, Ravenclaw is playing Slytherin tonight at 7. I was inviting you to come if you didn't have anything better to do."

"Oh, okay. That will be interesting," Delphine said neutrally.

"I mean, it's a scrimmage so its totally unprofessional. It's not gonna be, like, super intense or anything," Cosima reassured, adjusting her glasses.

"Okay, I will try to come. If I do not, I will probably be working."

"Okay cool," Cosima said.

Delphine nodded and checked her watch, "Oh! I forgot, I have to get going. My class starts soon," she said as she gathered her books

Cosima checked hers, seeing that she was already late for Divination, "Yeah I'm already late for mine."

"Why are you so calm?" Delphine asked. The girl had barely moved.

"Eh, I'm always late. Ol' Trelawney's used to it now. Besides, the class is a total breeze."

"Okay, well," Delphine started as Cosima stood, "It was nice talking to you. Thank you for helping me with my homework."

Cosima chuckled, "I guess you can call robbing my mind 'helping', sure."

Delphine giggled, "It's nice to make a friend outside of Beauxbatons. It's like a breath of fresh air, you know?"

Cosima's eyebrows twitched, "Yeah, ditto… obvs."

Delphine laughed again and kissed Cosima's cheeks, catching the girl completely off guard, "I will consider taking your lessons later. Ciao."

Cosima recovered quickly, "Oh, yeah. Bye- Ciao!" she stuttered, resisting the urge to connect her forehead to her palm. She watched Delphine leave before she started gathering her things.

Deciding that she didn't feel like going to Divination, she headed for the Astronomy Tower, pulling out a well wrapped joint from within her robes. Checking around the room, she didn't see anyone, so she went out to the balcony and sat in her usual spot, lighting the joint with her wand.

She took in a deep drag, holding it for a while, before releasing it into the cool fall air.