same difference | cordelia

[cordelia regan smith]

@iliana

10.XX.2024

If only practicing conversations with people actually helped her. She had gotten better at it though, that was a sure fact. A lot of that improvement had occurred over the last two years, mostly because she knew that she wanted to head towards the hospital as a possible career path. Unfortunately, the progress she had made wasn’t the sort that she thought would get her hired. Her stutter wasn’t gone at all, she still shut down when presented with confrontational people, and there really wasn’t a thing known as bedside manners with her because she couldn’t even talk for more than a few words in the first place! And then there were rare the times where she did initiate a conversation but the other party didn’t hear her fully because she either mumbled it or wasn’t making direct eye contact with them. Over Christmas break she knew she would have to talk to her mum about it, and find out what she thought would be the best course of action. There were other roles at the hospital that didn’t require speaking to patients, but she would still have to go through the rigorous training, and Cordelia was positive she would be washed out by the instructors at that point.

“R-Right…” she nodded her head in agreement, as if that would actually solve her problem just by saying it. Hopeful for sure, but feasible? Probably not. Changing her social interactions at their core and flipping them around in the next six months would be an impossible task, and thinking about doing that had her head in a tizzy.

Talking, or listening rather, about Ana’s life was much more interesting to Cordelia, because it meant she didn’t have to say much. Her only task was answering the standard questions that allowed Ana to continue her story. So far, it sounded sort of sad. Being able to attend camps and be good at the sport, but lacking a proper school with credentials really drove home how much this was weighing down on her roommate. Cordelia wanted to ask more questions but Ana waved herself off before the blonde could open her mouth. That worked too.

As for her bed, that was something she could talk about. “I ch-charmed it...u-used a f-f-featherweight charm to m-make it softer.” She had been doing that since third year, and nobody had ever noticed before. The house elves had tried to change it back a few times over the years, but Cordelia always noticed immediately. The Hogwarts beds were okay but were far from being anything special. Adding her own little twist onto them all while calling it charms practice helped her with her decision making process. “I can do yours, if y-you want?”

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high flyers.

BURYING HERSELF IN CORDELIA'S FEATHER SOFT seemed far more rewarding than school work, Ana thought. She snuggled deeper in to the fabric, Cordelia's voice almost muffled under the many layers as she threw them over her head. Though, she pulled it back slightly, catching the idea of what Cordelia was offering. "Yes, please." She gave an overly large smile, batting her lashes as she tucked the fold of the cover under her chin.

She'd already given up hope on her school work for now. After all, it had been Cordelia's company she was really after. "You could show me how!" Ana said, sitting up slowly and shifting so that her back hid the foot board of the bed. "Then I can do it myself again at home." Her sisters bed was irritatingly lumpy, but so was hers. Maybe she could make them both a little better. "But not right now." She pulled the blanket up and over her shoulders. "Now we rest." Ana let herself flop to one side, curling her knees in to her chest. Eventually, probably very soon, she would fall asleep.

[END?]

cordelia regan smith

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[cordelia regan smith]

@iliana

10.XX.2024

Ana was seemingly entranced by the softness of the bed and Cordelia watched her roommate as she wound herself up in the covers. It made her slightly uncomfortable, only for the fact that nobody had ever done that to her bed before or even bothered in getting ‘close’ in that manner. If Lily ever found her way into the Hufflepuff common room, it was bound to happen, but her roommates typically stuck to their own spaces (or at the most not on hers). Shifting slightly away from Ana as the sheets were pulled closer in, so as to give them some slack, Cordelia moved her books and school supplies onto the floor, fully expecting them to jump right into the spell tutorial. She even started sliding off the edge of the bed, stopping herself halfway when Ana added that she didn’t want to do it right then.

Watching the other girl fall over onto the end of the bed, Cordelia sort of understood that there wasn’t going to be much studying done, at least not anything with Ana. Not feeling the same degree of exhaustion that her roommate was, Cordelia scooped a much smaller book off of her nightstand – a novel she had been picking away at over the last few weeks in between studying – and she positioned herself at the head of her bed, pulling her knees up to her chest and settling in for a quiet read. There was plenty of time to show Ana the spell later on anyways.

[The End]