67 with Eponine/Cosette! Pretty pleaaase~
“Stop being so cute.”
Hogwarts AU because, again, I can.
If Eponine was little less proud and competitive, she’d admit that the Hufflepuff common room was way more comfortable than the Slytherin dungeon. It was warmer, for one thing, which, in the middle of winter, could not be overlooked. Situated below the lake, the Slytherin common room fostered a lot of colds and runny noses. Slytherins were known to flood the hospital wing as soon as the temperature dropped in October.
Another thing the Hufflepuff common room had over the Slytherin’s was Cosette Fauchelevent.
Now, the old “Thou shalt not bring a non-Slytherin into the Dungeon” rule was widely overlooked. Enjolras smugled in countless of his friends almost daily. So did Montparnasse, though his company was more selective, and though he tried to be discreet about it, he really wasn’t fooling anyone.
But why bring Cosette to the Slytherin Dungeon when Eponine could spend a cozy evening drinking hot cocoa wrapped in a warm plaid? The fact that she could also avoid smug looks from Montpanasse and Claquesous also factored in that equation.
Eponine was sitting on a bed opposite Cosette’s, who was currently sticking her tongue to a muggle device. A picture taking device, not unlike those used in the magical world, except the photographs did not move.
“How can muggle know what’s happening on the photo if it doesn’t move?” Eponine asked, as Cosette was fanning the lastest picture for the colours to dry.
“There’s often a caption under it that explains it all.”
“Don’t muggles get bored? I mean… It’s a little bit weird, no?”
“I like it,” Cosette shrugs. “It’s like a snapshot of someone’s life. One second, and pouf! It’s gone. But the memory of that second remains. You’re a second older, but that’s a second of your life you can carry around with you. It’s a little spark of immortality.”
Eponine chuckled and nudged Cosette’s leg with her shoe.
“Someone’s been hanging out with Jehan,” she teased, though she shouldn’t help herself but smile and look at Cosette.
A bright light flashed before her eyes, and before Eponine understood what had happened, Cosette was fanning yet another small picture.
There was one flash, then another. Laughing, Eponine hid her face behind her hands.
“Stop taking pictures.”
“Stop being so cute.”
Truth was, Eponine disliked muggle motionless pictures because she had no control over them. What if she looked bad on it? She couldn’t adjust the angle, the picture was already taken! What if those picuted showed the truth?
Cosette put her device down and looked at the new photographs she had just taken. A bright smile dug little dimples in her cheeks.
“They’re wonderful! Can i keep one? I’ll put it with the others!”
“Can we take one together?”
“Depends, can I burn it if it looks terrible?” Eponine said wryly.
“Nonsense, you always looks gorgeous.”
Cosette popped on the bed beside Eponine and cast a spell on the device to make it levitate in front of them. Right before the flash, Cosette kissed her cheek, and Eponine could have sworn the outline of her lips had left an invisible, yet burning mark.
She looked at the picture, her heart knocking dangerously in her chest.
“Can I keep it?” Eponine asked, her voice suddenly higher pitched than usual. “I really like it.”
“Of course, of course! I really like it too.”