Incognitus / Cordelia Fanfiction

Chapter 11 - Welcome!

*Cordelia's POV*

Waking up next to y/n made me start my day with a smile, which hasn't been happening often lately. Unfortunately I had to leave her rather quickly, even though I would have loved to spend the morning with her. I had to be home before someone realized that I was gone. Especially Myrtle or my mother. I snuck into the academy building shortly after sunrise and tiptoed to my room. Glad about the fact that no one saw me I hop into the shower, even though I don't want to wash her scent away, I need to get ready for the day.

After my shower I wrap myself in a towel and brush my teeth. As I walk into my bedroom again, lost in thought as always, I get scared shitless as I see Myrtle sitting casually on the edge of my bed, waiting for me.

"Oh my god, Myrtle," I shout out as my hand raises to my heart.

"Is this the first time you spent the night with him or did I miss it last time?" she asks in the most calm way.

"You sneak into my room? Seriously? I could have been naked..." I say, avoiding the topic.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," she answers unimpressed, "also... I wouldn't have to sneak, if you would just tell me about this mysterious man..."

I sigh and walk to my closet to pick the clothes I want to wear, "could you please quit being so nosy and leave, if there isn't anything else you want to tell me...?"

"Actually there is something," she says bored, standing up and walking to the door. Leaning against the doorframe she adds, "I saw in your schedule that you don't have classes today, only paperwork. So I wanted to ask you if you could take care of the new girl, so that I can take the day off and finally meet my hairdresser..."

I try not to grin at her, "A new girl?" I ask, pretending not to know what she is talking about.

"Yes, she called this morning," she looks at her stretched out left hand, probably wondering if she should also get a manicure, "the one that was here with Fiona the other day..."

"Oh yes, I remember her," I say, not capable of hiding a little smirk. But Myrtle is too caught up in her nails to see it.

"Will you please take care of her?" Myrtle sounds almost pleading, "I don't want to ask Fiona..."

"Yes of course," I say in a professional way now, "when will she be here?"

Myrtle turns her wrist to take a look at the watch she is wearing, "about 30 minutes...." she says, turns around and adds, "thank you Delia... See you at dinner..."

30 minutes...? I think and my eyes widen. I am still wrapped in a towel, with wet hair and no makeup. I need to get ready before she arrives.

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*Knock knock*

I hear the knocks on the door and the doorbell ring at the exact same instant that I'm finishing putting on the second of my newest pair of shoes. Glad about the fact that I made it in time before y/n arrives I hurry down to the front door, not wanting anyone else to let her in. On the stairs I realize that the new shoes are not fitting as well as I remembered.

"Coming..." I yell as I hear the doorbell ring one more time. She either is rather impatient or I am just very slow, because I still try to allow my feet to get used to the shape of the new high heels. Quickly approaching the door to open it, I almost stumble.

"Hello," I simply say in a low voice when opening the door, grinning at her

"Hello," she mirrors my expression, happy to see each other again, but frustrated not to be able to hug, touch or kiss each other.