Muggle scientists and mathematicians had long tried to find the elusive formula to explain the divine phenomenon of love. They named it an evolutionary development meant to ensure reproduction, they blamed it on hormones running rampant when they came into contact with someone else’s chemistry. They simply had to find a way to fit the sentiment into a rational mould.
Cyprian Copperstone could understand how they’d be compelled to do so, but ever since Joanne Williams had walked into his life, he’d come to realize that love was more akin to magic - magic even the most mundane muggles could produce. It ebbed and flowed within his veins, tingled with every breath and exuded from his each and every pore. Such things couldn’t be rationalized. They didn’t need to be. They could simply be felt, and only thus could they also be understood.
And he felt it in his very core, that even with such a spectacular sunset on the horizon, it was no match for her beauty. For her cerulean eyes bluer than the sky, for her hair ablaze as the setting sun, for her light shining brighter than any of the stars that already deigned to twinkle in the darkening sky. “How many of the constellations do you know, Cyprian?”
“Quite a few,” An understatement of course. Like any self-respecting Ravenclaw, Cyprian had poured over books on the subject, studied their origins, their meanings, their effect on the magical tides that rose and fell through each and every one of them.
What gaps remained in his knowledge could be filled by Joanne’s own insights, and vice versa. It was an immutable law of the universe that the two of them orbited around one another like a perfectly balanced binary system.They burned brighter together.