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missjanjie · 3 months ago

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Strangers Like Me | Chapter 1

Title: Strangers Like Me Summary: Gigi Goode is an heiress, an LA socialite with the world at her feet, when suddenly, the rug is pulled out from under her. After a major scandal in her father's business, they relocate to Missouri to lay low until everything blows over. But when she meets her new neighbor, Crystal, the instant connection she feels just might keep her from sneaking onto the next flight to California. Word Count: ~2.5K Relationship(s): Crygi (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode) Rating: T

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It was one thing to struggle with change – it’s something that no amount of preparation can truly brace you for, the unknown acting as a dark, looming force that dredges up the worst possible outcomes for any given situation. And this was, quite possibly, the worst-case scenario for Gigi and her family. She had no idea about the events that led up to where she was now – in the backseat of a Toyota being driven down a seemingly endless stretch of road with only open farmland on either side. All she knew was that she was an up-and-coming LA socialite one moment, and the next, she was forced into anonymity for the foreseeable future.

Gigi didn’t fully understand what had gone down – she didn’t inherit her father’s mind for business and tended to stay away from that area entirely. The only thing she’d ever had a passion for learning about was fashion, and that was with the assumption that she could hire people to handle the business side of things. But the words that kept popping up were ‘embezzlement’ and ‘fraud’ – even she knew that was bad.

To Gigi's surprise, the house they pulled up to was much larger than her home in California, though she supposed that made sense, having already figured out that everything was cheaper out here based on signs at gas stations and restaurants.

Once her dad parked the car, she got out and sat on the hood of it, watching the movers bring boxes into the house. After five minutes or so, she realized she wasn’t the only one watching, looking over and seeing two young women across the street, both talking to each other as they passed a joint back and forth. She then realized that making friends out here might be even more important than doing so in high society.

She walked across the street and, instead of walking up the five stairs, folded her arms on the railing to prop her head up. “Can I get a hit?”

The woman closer to her got up and offered it out to her. “Long drive?”

“Long day of travel,” Gigi replied as she took a hit, handing it back as she exhaled. Between the plane ride and drive, she had spent most of the day sitting and ruminating on her life. She looked at her new neighbor curiously – she had curly, brown hair and thick-rimmed glasses and was dressed far more brightly than what she would’ve expected from someone in a deep-red state. And when she looked over at the other woman – taller and paler with jet-black hair – and realized she was also dressed in a stand-out way, though she had more of a punk aesthetic. These two would thrive in Los Angeles, she couldn’t help but wonder if they felt as trapped here as she did.

“I’m Crystal, by the way,” she told her, then cocked her head to her right, “and this is my sister, Daya.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Gigi.” She went back and forth between offering out her hand or not, which made it look like she was jerking her arm like a robot before she settled on just nodding and smiling.

“Are you in witness protection or something?” Daya asked with a light laugh.

Gigi furrowed her brows. “I don’t think so… None of us had to change our names or anything, and we didn’t fake our deaths. I guess we’re just laying low until whatever’s happening with my dad’s business gets fixed up.”

The sisters exchanged surprised glances, neither expecting Daya’s joke to be anywhere close to the truth. “So, you don’t know how long you’ll be living here for?” Crystal asked.

“Not a clue,” she admitted with just enough self-awareness to realize she must look like the definition of a ditzy, out-of-touch, rich girl from Los Angeles. “A lot of financial and legal stuff needs to be sorted out, or something. I don’t know how long that takes.”

“Long enough for you to move into a two-million-dollar house,” Daya pointed out.

She tilted her head, then shrugged. “That’s about how much our villa in Italy costs, seems pretty reasonable.” At the blank stares she received, she conceded, “I see how that doesn’t help my case.”

“It’s like the Simple Life reboot we didn’t know we needed,” Crystal laughed. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye out for you. But you might wanna consider blending in more,” she warned, gesturing to her designer clothes.

Gigi arched her brow. “You don’t seem to be taking your own advice.”

“This is all thrifted, no one’s gonna rob someone for hand-me-down clothes,” she countered. “You, on the other hand, look like you’re wearing a month’s salary with overtime.”

“The nearest meth dealers were taken down last week, but you could still end up in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Daya chimed in.

Gigi swallowed thickly, left hand reactively covering the pocket that her wallet was in. “Duly noted.”

—

By nightfall, Gigi had finished unpacking and doing her best to make her bedroom mirror her old one, though she found this room to be larger and appreciated the ample storage. She wasn’t particularly inclined to downsize, so her parents allowed her to get a storage unit next to their shared one. Still, she found her new neighborhood to have an eerie silence that starkly contrasted with the bustling nightlife she was used to. She decided to do the first thing she could think of to quell her homesickness and FaceTimed her best friend.

“Looks like you survived the trip. How’s Missouri treating you?” Symone asked.

“It hasn’t been as bad as I expected, but we’ve only been settled in for a few hours,” she answered. “I think my neighbors are the only two other queer women in this town, so at least I’ve got that going for me. I don’t know how they handle it, or how you handled growing up in Arkansas.”

“Very carefully,” she chuckled dryly. “But if they’re queer enough for you to pick up on it on sight, they’re probably braver than I was.”

Gigi pouted and huffed. “Hey! My gaydar has improved!” But after a moment, she conceded, “Granted, anyone with marginally functioning eyes could probably tell.”

“Either way, you lucked out living across the street from a lesbian couple.”

“They’re sisters,” she corrected with a tinge of defensiveness, but quietly backed it up with, “That’s how they introduced themselves to me.”

Symone’s brow rose, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Uh-huh. So which one of them do you wanna fuck?”

“I never said that!”

“Didn’t have to.”

After a few moments of silent pouting, Gigi gave in. “Crystal, I think she’s the older one. I don’t know… there’s something so unique about her. Enigmatic, even. It draws me in, makes me want to learn all I can about her. Or maybe I’m just going through a cultural withdrawal.” She wasn’t under some delusion that her attraction towards Crystal was some sort of love-at-first-sight kismet, but she would be lying if she claimed not to feel a natural pull towards her.

“Just don’t get in over your head. Midwestern lesbians operate on a whole different software,” she warned. “You gotta be a lot tougher when the odds are stacked against you and all that shit. Besides, there’s probably a very finite amount of queer women out there, I wouldn’t be surprised if both of them have egos.”

She nodded. “Proceed with caution, got it.” Her attention was diverted when she heard her mom calling for her. “I’ll talk to you later,” she assured before ending the call. She tucked her phone into the pocket of her sweatpants before heading to the top of the stairs. “Yeah?”

“We’re going across the street for dinner tomorrow!” Her mom called up to her. “The nice woman said she had daughters around your age, you can make friends!”

Gigi momentarily contemplated clarifying that she’d already been acquainted, but decided against it and just shouted back, “Okay!” before returning to her room.

—

It had been about ten minutes since Gigi entered her walk-in closet, but she was no closer to deciding what to wear. Logically, she knew something simple and clean would do, especially since this wasn’t technically a first impression. But it was the first proper one and she took far too much pride in her sense of style to play it safe.

Eventually, she decided to break out the autumn wear that she got little use out of in California. She had to admit that it was nice being able to see the leaves change and feel a cool breeze not produced by an air conditioner. She had even chosen a sweater her grandmother had made, rather than one of the several designer ones she owned. It wasn’t that she was trying to portray herself as down-to-earth – any attempt at that would be dead on arrival – she was heeding Crystal’s warning, just in case.

“You look nice, honey,” her mother praised, “casual but refined, very fitting.”

Gigi beamed at the praise. “Perfect,” she chirped, slinging a small handbag over her shoulder and following her parents across the street and into the Methyd household. She politely greeted the woman she assumed to be Crystal and Daya’s mother and curiously began looking around.

The house was smaller than hers, but still spacious enough to not feel cramped. The walls were decorated with art and family photos, but Gigi’s eyes were drawn to the decor adorning as much available surface area as possible.

“They’re mostly from Mexico,” Crystal remarked, startling Gigi, but she didn’t react to that, continuing her explanation, “My mom’s from there, she and my grandma moved here when she was… sixteen or seventeen, I think.”

“They’re beautiful, very intricate,” she observed, picking up a handmade doll and studying the details of the hair and outfit.

She smiled with a tinge of surprise in her expression. “Thanks, it’s not something people tend to point out,” she admitted before she led her into the dining room. “Don’t worry, with my dad around, my mom’s mastered the art of cooking Mexican food for white people.”

Gigi snorted with laughter, then promptly hid her mouth behind her hand. “You know LA has the largest Mexican population outside of Mexico itself, right?”

“Missouri isn’t exactly renowned for its public school system, okay?” Crystal defended, her tone still light and playful. “You didn’t strike me as the type to…” She gestured vaguely, “You know…”

“Associate with people in lower tax brackets?” She supplied. “Maybe not as much as the average person, but it’s not like I’m out there shunning people for not being rich. That sort of attitude lends itself to a limited worldview.”

She seemed to relax at her words. “See, there’s that California private school education at work.”

Gigi shrugged it off, unsure of what the proper reply would be. Luckily, Crystal’s mom started serving dinner moments later, allowing the table to alternate between casual conversation and comfortable silence. Even though she had gone to more dinner parties than she could count with all sorts of high-profile guests, this felt different. Nobody was talking about ‘interest rate swaps’ or ‘trading fraptions’, she didn’t have to feign interest to be polite. It felt like visiting family friends she hadn’t seen since early childhood.

It was nearly ten at night by the time Gigi and her parents went back home, all carrying leftovers that the Methyds insisted they leave with. “What a nice family, so hospitable. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to be around other midwesterners,” Gigi’s mom remarked.

She tilted her head, mind going back to the comparison that came to mind earlier. She had all but forgotten that her parents grew up in Illinois and that she had spent the first two years of her life there too. “I understand the nostalgia for it now.”

After they finished putting away the leftovers, Gigi retreated to her room and got into her pajamas. A few moments later, her phone vibrated and she saw a text from an unsaved number.

‘Hey, it’s Crystal. Your mom gave my mom your number. I should’ve asked you earlier lol’

Her heart skipped a beat as she read the text, immediately saving Crystal’s phone number. Despite the casual tone of the message, she typed and deleted a reply several times – too formal, too wordy, not wordy enough – until she finally managed to hit ‘send’.

‘No worries! I’m sure our paths would’ve crossed again anyway :)’

—

Crystal swore she could hear her heart beating in her ears as she sent the text. She wasn’t sure if she was dizzy, anxious, or bracing for an out-of-body experience. To compound it, she was frustrated with herself for investing that much emotional energy into something so minor. Waiting for Gigi to respond was the longest five minutes of her life, culminating in a sigh of relief. “Well, she’s not freaking out.”

“See? I told you she wouldn’t be weird about it,” Daya remarked, reading over her sister’s shoulder.

She rolled her eyes. “She could just be acting polite. WASP-y people tend to be pretty good at that.” After a moment of thought, she added, “At least it sounds like she wants to see me again.”

“That’s the spirit,” she chuckled and gave her shoulder a squeeze. “It’ll be good for you to put yourself back out there. This is the longest you’ve been single since high school.”

“I don’t wanna jump the gun and assume anything,” she shook her head. “We don’t even know for sure if she’s gay.” She huffed at the way Daya looked at her, silently asking her if she was being intentionally obtuse. “Okay, fine, she’s probably gay. But still.”

Daya scoffed. “I don’t even know who you are anymore. You’ve never passed up the opportunity to shoot your shot.”

Crystal groaned as she threw herself onto the bed. “It’s different,” she defended, eyes fixing on the ceiling. “I’ve never met someone so utterly out of my league. Look at her, Daya. She’s rich, beautiful, cultured, rich…” She sighed and pushed herself to sit up. “I can’t even fathom being on her radar like that.”

“And you’ll never be able to if you keep being a little bitch about it.” She sat down beside her, arm wrapped around her. It felt like a role reversal – Crystal was the confident older sister that always had a pep talk at the ready. But Daya wasn’t just physically taller now, she could offer the same emotional support, in her own way. “Maybe you should just focus on being friends with her. If the chemistry is there, it’ll come out organically.”

She exhaled deeply as she mulled over her sister’s words. “Might as well make the most out of whatever time we have,” she decided, looking up at her with a grin. “Look at you, being the voice of reason. I’m so proud.”

Daya rolled her eyes fondly. “Thanks, bitch,” she laughed.

#crygi #rpdr rpf

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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papillionlisse 1/? [gigi x nicky / jan x jackie] - pinkgrapefruit

[ chapter one ]

[harry potter hogwarts/beauxbaton au]

A/N - hey! there was a prompt on aq that i was IN LOVE WITH because I’ve wanted to venture into my second favourite fanfic fandom for months but haven’t seen the need. but hey - this should be fun. Thanks to Meggie for betaing, this should be about 6 chapters but don’t hold me to that <3

Ever since she was seven, in the aftermath of one of the greatest wizarding wars in British history, Gigi has longed to go to Hogwarts. Her uncle (on her magical mother’s side) would tell her stories of his youth running through ever changing corridors - challenging ghosts and stealing food from the kitchens. Her mother would scoff, nose up high as Gigi and her father would lean into the fantastical tales. Her dad was a muggle but he was fascinated nonetheless, one of the few that would lean into the wizarding world as far as he could rather than run screaming. Their family had hidden during the war - Gigi’s mother a part of one of the highest orders of pure blood family that still accepted the marrying of muggles (and hadn’t affiliated themselves with Death Eaters) - and Gigi had been immersed in the Pure Blood culture for a few months. She was tended to by house elves and taught to fly on a broom by her grandpapa who regaled her with his time playing as keeper for Hufflepuff.

When she got her letter she cried. And then she sent a letter to her grandpapa with her old owl Fluffy and a chocolate frog.

She’d sat on that train, knees bouncing the cage that held her new tawny owl Snitch at a rate that had agitated the poor bird so much he was flapping at the top of the cage. A small girl with insane dark curls entered the carriage and immediately removed the cage from her legs.

“You doin’ okay there?” the girl asked with a peppy voice and wide eyes. “I’m Crystal.”

“I’m Gigi,” she responded quietly, overwhelmed with excitement. “Do you want a crisp?”

“Are they salt and vinegar?” Crystal asked and Gigi nodded. “Awesome! Yeah!”

It was the start of a very firm friendship.

Gigi and Crystal entered the great hall with mouths agape. They were funneled in by Hagrid, grouped together with the first years to be sorted and their eyes flitted between the ornate decorations and the hall full of students in black house robes - seated at long tables decorated with banners and flags of the houses; Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin.

“What do you want to be?” whispered Crystal eagerly as she vibrated next to Gigi.

“I don’t mind,” Gigi mused. “None of them are bad.”

“I want to be a Hufflepuff,” Crystal enthused and it made Gigi giggle at her new best friend.

“GOODE, GIGI,” Headmistress McGonagall called from the front of the hall and Gigi skittered up to the front of the room nervously, passing students both older and taller than she. She sat on the stool carefully as the Sorting Hat was placed onto her head. It wriggled uncomfortably for a few seconds, mumbling things Gigi couldn’t quite make out before screeching ‘SLYTHERIN’ at the top of its nonexistent lungs. The green table erupted into cheers as she ran to take a seat on the end, the badge on her uniform transforming into a snake in front of her eyes.

She sat patiently for a few moments as various other girls were called - a Mateo going to Gryffindor and a Liason going to Hufflepuff before Crystal’s name was called.

The young girl sat for only a second before the hat called Hufflepuff and the house cheered in triumph, Crystal giving Gigi a little wave before running to join the sunny yellows of her house.

Once everyone had been sorted, McGonagall tapped her glass to silence the room. “Welcome first years! As you may know, since the Battle of Hogwarts we have taken house unity very seriously. This means that although you are governed by your house’s prefects, earn points for your house and play quidditch in your colours, you will live, work, and eat with whomever you choose. Aside from special occasions - you will function as a unit, not separate groups. Common rooms, while house specific, are open to everyone and your dorms could be anywhere so it’s important that you respect all house prefects because you don’t know whose rule you’ll live under. Be kind to one another - it matters more than you know, and let the feast begin!”

With a final flourish of her wand, the empty tables were full of platters and the once plain ceiling looked to be full of stars.

Gigi’s dorm ended up being in the old Hufflepuff quarters, ever filled with a glowing warmth. She was thrilled to find Crystal lounging on a bed when she entered, two more girls also already having claimed beds - Jan Sport and Jackie Cox. She’d discerned from conversation that Jan was a half-blood like herself and Jackie appeared to be a very clueless Canadian Pure-blood which only made Gigi chuckle as she thought of the confusion on two sides the girl would be facing.

As she lay in bed that night - the room a perfect temperature and the bedspread an emerald green, she’d never felt so at home.

Fast forward to the middle of sixth year and she’s signing up for the Beauxbaton exchange program, egged on by Jan who’s bouncing on her toes, the tote bag slung over her shoulder almost overflowing as Crystal explains the significance of her One Direction stick’n’poke to Jackie who still only has a limited knowledge of muggle music but bless her, she’s trying. Jan smiles to herself as she watches her girlfriend try to understand how the ink is staying under the skin. “C’mon Gigi, write quicker!” Jan whines, “I want to go get waffles before the guys eat them all.” Gigi stifles a laugh knowing that’s the only reason Jan got up before seven today before scribbling her signature at the bottom of the form and transfiguring it into a paper butterfly to be sent up to Headmistress McGonagall’s office without hassle.

They all enter the hall, finding four seats together on the end of an old Gryffindor table - the hall only really sticking to the tables on Quidditch game days and special feasts where house unity can be thrown out of the window and no one wants Slytherin to win another house cup (Gigi doesn’t blame them - she’s the captain and they’ve been damn fantastic these past few years).

Jan’s shovelling waffles into her mouth as Jackie mutters for her to breathe when McGonagal clears her throat and taps her glass bringing the hall to silence.

“As you all might have heard, the Sixth Year Beauxbaton Exchange starts after the holidays. For all who have not heard - today is the last day of sign up. Sixth years who choose to participate will be assigned a partner from Beauxbaton. The partner will come here for our summer term - partaking in their normal NEWT subjects and sharing dorms and generally experiencing life here at Hogwarts. They will take on their partner’s house for all house related activities and will not be eligible for quidditch teams before any of you ask.” She pauses, eyes directed towards Gigi with a smirk making the brunette blush in her seat. “Then, in the winter term our students will visit there - the same rules will apply - before all returning here for our famous Yule Ball just prior to Christmas. This is not a graded event but it will do well for anyone wanting international experience or those considering a mastery at Beauxbaton after their NEWTs. With that, it’s almost nine so you have a few more minutes to devour your eggs before I expect you all in your classes - promptly.” She ends with a smile and a wave indicating the hall can get back to its usual chatter and it does with some immediacy.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do it, Crys?” Gigi asks, pushing a final toast crust around her plate with her fork as the girl opposite her gets crumbs all over the transfiguration essay she’s frantically finishing.

Crystal looks up at Gigi with a raised eyebrow, her unruly curls falling over her face (although they’re quickly fixed back by Jackie who’s particularly proficient at beauty charms). “Baby, if I tried to speak French I’d insult them all.” Crystal chuckles. “I failed year six french, thank god I didn’t have to do high school.” Jan and Gigi chuckle in agreement as Jackie sticks her tongue out, insulting them all in french. She drops a kiss on Jan’s head before leaving for her Ancient Runes class.

“You both in transfiguration next?” Jan asks with mouth full of eggs. Gigi and Crystal nod - Gigi looking much more excited as it’s her favourite subject. Crystal sighs - she wants to be a healer so she’s got a full board of classes from Charms and Transfiguration, which she cannot do to save her life, and Potions and Herbology which are much more her speed. Needless to say she’s grateful for Gigi in spellwork classes.

Jan brushes a few lone crumbs off her robes, grabbing her Beatles themed tote bag and rushing off to Care of Magical Creatures, leaving Crystal and Gigi to walk to Transfiguration together.

“What do you think your girl will be like?” Crystal muses, a finger fiddling with one of her loose ringlets.

“I hope she’s nice…” Gigi replies as if she hasn’t put a lot of thought into it (she has but she’ll deny it to her grave).

“Yeah, and respectful. It takes a lot of respect not to throw a pillow at Janet and Jaqueline some nights,” Crystal jokes and Gigi snorts out a laugh as they arrive at the classroom.

“Alright bitch, are we hoping for an E?”

“If I exceed expectations I will be very happy,” Crystal agrees and they take their seats.

Gigi normally finds the Hogwarts Express relaxing. She’s usually soothed by the feeling of the old steam engine chugging away under her feet. Crystal stuffs as many pumpkin pasties as she can into her trunk and Jan spends the whole ride with her head in Jackie’s lap which would definitely be a hazard if the train happened to brake (it doesn’t, it’s a magic train, but it could).

She’s normally relaxed about now, but she’s going to meet her exchange partner and honestly she’s finding it very hard to be relaxed. Not to mention she has a very new cat (Quaffle) that is currently unimpressed with being in a train carriage and has found a home on Crystal’s lap, begging for attention.

“You doing okay there Gi?” Jackie asks, worried as always. “You’re looking a little pale.” This is a joke of course, Gigi’s pretty sure she’s never been more tanned than alabaster but if her reflection is anything to go by, she’s not looking particularly calm.

“Just nervous,” she admits, batting away the stick of Droobles Bubblegum Crystal tries to offer her - branching out from her usual snack trolley order.

“Big day!” Jan enthuses from her reclined position, Jackie’s fingers tangled in her hair.

“Big day,” Gigi repeats under her breath, trying to channel some of her roommate/best friend’s energy. “Big fucking day.”

“Honestly Crys I’m pretty sure you’re more excited than I am.” Gigi chuckles as they all walk up to the castle together, Jan holding the squirming cat carrier as she’s the only one not phased by the movements.

“If you think about it,” Crystal starts, adjusting her robes as she walks a way akin to a confused badger, “She’s kind of like a family pet. If you get her - we all kinda’ have her. Like a dog.”

Gigi and Jan burst out laughing while Jackie gives a snort that she stifles into an exasperated sigh. “I swear to god Crystal if you refer to the poor woman as a pet while she is here I will disown you.”

Crystal hums nonchalantly at the threat but all of their attention is drawn away by the faint sound of twinkling in the air. They look up out of instinct and coming out of the clouds is a giant, powder blue carriage drawn by Abraxans (large horses with wings). It floats as if weightless and the entire student body stops in awe just to watch it descend onto one of the large fields by Hagrid’s hut.

No doubt they’d all stare for much longer but Professor McGonagall calls from the entrance, requesting them to hurry and put their things away before dinner.

They all enter the dorm with a hubub and Gigi calls the bathroom first, forcing Jackie to charm her hair into one long brown braid that falls over her shoulder. She applies the minimal makeup she knows how to - feeling an urge to impress the girl she is yet to meet before being hurried out of the bathroom by Crystal who is insisting she needs the mirror to do something (none of them are quite sure what).

An additional bed has been added to the dorm between Gigi’s and Crystal’s. While Jan and Crystal’s beds have yellow covers and trimmings, Gigi’s is green and Jackie’s a deep blue - this new bed has a deep purple cover with delicate silver trimmings down the side and Jan appears to be examining it curiously as she braids her silver blonde hair into a messy french plait. They all bide their time, as they wait for Crystal, and once Jackie has rescued whatever hairstyle the dark haired girl was attempting, they head down to the hall.

Despite this being a start-of-term feast, the house restrictions have been lifted for the school so they all find themselves sat in their usual seats at the Gryffindor table, idly waiting for the process to begin. As far as Gigi knows, the Beauxbaton will sit on the same stool they all sat on as first years and the hat will call out the name of their partner - to get a feel for Hogwarts, or so Professor McGonagall said. Then Gigi will have to stand and the girl will join them at the table.

She plays footsie with Crystal under the table through McGonagall’s speech - too nervous to pay much attention (and knowing Jackie will let her know anything important) and then the sorting starts.

The room goes deathly silent except for the sound of the rain on the enchanted ceiling as the first girl is called up. Violet Chachki is paired with Pearl and Gigi finds herself glad as the girl seems intimidating - her dark hair a stark difference from the rest of the blonde, porcelain skinned, part veela girls.

The part-Veela doesn’t worry her. For one she’s not a desperate straight boy clamouring after a perfect French girl and two - she doesn’t really care but she does feel oddly drawn to the girls in blue and she takes a brief second to wonder what would happen if she did get a Veela more interested in women. A smile flits across her face and Jackie rubs a warm hand on her leg.

The next girl - Nicky Doll - is called. She’s blonde, like the rest, and lithe - gorgeous really - and even from where Gigi’s sat, she can tell her eyes are a pearlescent blue. She sits carefully on the stool - managing to make it look like a Vogue shoot rather than a school ceremony. The hat is placed on her head and it dwarfs her petite features - her button nose and her shining eyes and it makes her look almost childlike. Gigi is so focused on this she barely registers the way the hat screams ‘GIGI GOODE’. She’s sure she wouldn’t have if Jackie hadn’t jabbed her wand straight up into her ribs to jumpstart her again.

She stands inelegantly, smiling at the French girl who bounds towards her like Bambi but much more gracefully. It’s like she’s floating along the old cobble floors and then slides into the seat next to Gigi, breathless.

“Nicky Doll, enchanté,” she offers sweetly with her gloved hand outstretched. Gigi takes it gladly and is pleasantly surprised by how warm it is given the general coolness of the castle - even in April. Her shock must show on her face because Nicky gives a soft chuckle “Warming spell.” She shrugs.

“I’m Gigi Goode.” Gigi remembers to introduce herself. “This is Crystal.” The brunette waves jovially while her eyes stay fixed on the continuing ceremony. “Jan.” She waves too. “And Jackie.” Jackie turns for a split second to shake hands before she goes back to watching a girl named Brooke be paired with Vanessa Mateo - the feisty Gryffindor from their potions class.

“Do you know when there will be food?” Nicky asks rather brashly for her demeanor. “I’m starved.”

Gigi laughs softly. “Give it another five minutes and we’ll have a feast,” she jokes quietly and they turn their attention back to the end of McGonagall’s speech - Gigi unable to help getting caught on the feeling of a warm thigh pressed on her own.

Gigi doesn’t think to ask about the bedsheets until they’re getting ready for bed. Jan’s already tucked into Jackie’s bed in her girlfriend’s oversized Holyhead Harpies shirt attempting to read the astrology book that’s peaked the Persian’s fancy.

“I’m surprised you can read, Jan,” muses Crystal while cradling the, now much calmer cat, like a baby. “You’re such a cutie, Quaffle, aren’t you,” she coos at the kitty as Jan pounds the shade button they’d found in the Weasley’s joke shop on Diagon. The snake that comes out makes the cat squirm out of Crystal’s arms onto Nicky’s bed where the blonde picks it up gently. Out of nowhere it calms and curls up on her lap.

“He likes you,” Gigi states plainly and Nicky chuckles, running her fingers through the longhaired tabby’s fur,

“Most cats do I suppose.” Her hair is in loose blonde curls and she’s dressed in a satin blue babydoll which only makes Gigi self conscious about the loose sports bra and shorts she prefers. The dorms are always warm thanks to the old Hufflepuff wards so she’d rather go light than overheat.

Gigi settles herself in her bed, the green covers resting just under her grey bra. She bundles her hair up on top of her head and pulls out the glasses she only wears in the comfort of the dorms. “So tell us about yourself,” she asks as all the girls look to the purple bed. Everyone keeps their curtains open most nights so you can see round the curve of their dorm room through each of the poster beds.

Nicky hums as she thinks, tilting her head to the side in a way that makes her curls spill over her shoulder. “Well, in Beauxbaton I’m in Papillionlisse - and, uh consequently my colours are purple and silver. We are not like any of your houses. Ombrelune is probable to be Slytherin and I would say Bellefeuille is maybe Gryffindor but Papillionlisse is not. We are kind and artististic and idealistic at times.” She smiles softly as if remembering something nice and in the soft dorm lighting Gigi can see freckles on her cheeks.

“Oooh, we’ll have to see what houses we would be sometime!” Jan decides from where she has tucked herself under Jackie’s arm.

Nicky giggles and nods. “Absolutely Janet. Um what else? I do - what are yours called? NEWTS?” Crystal nods and she carries on. “Well I do astronomy, potions, transfiguration, charms, and divination.”

Gigi thinks for a second before she responds, brow furrowed as she mentally figures out logistics. “So you’ll be with me and Crys for transfiguration and charms - although Jackie comes to transfiguration too sometimes. We all do potions together and then astronomy you’ll be with Jackie and divination you’ll be with Jan.” She looks around to check that’s right even though she knows it is.

Between them they cover every subject with Jackie in arithmancy, ancient runes, astronomy, herbology, potions, history of magic, and transfiguration, Jan in care of magical creatures, potions, herbology, and divination, Crystal in potions, herbology, charms, and transfiguration, and Gigi in charms, transfiguration, potions, astronomy, and defence against the dark arts. Muggle studies is mandatory once a fortnight since the wizarding war and they all sit through it for the sake of their academic careers rather than for the joy of it.

“I have a feeling I shall enjoy it here,” Nicky contemplates as she moves Quaffle so that she can lay on her side under the covers.

“I hope so,” Gigi smiles. They fall asleep facing each other.

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