The first time they met, it was raining outside and he forgot to bring an umbrella. It was a long walk from his rooms to the University and by the time he arrived, he was soaking wet. His blonde hair stuck to his face; his body shivering from cold.

Feeling miserable and annoyed, he let out a deep sigh and reluctantly made his way into class. Just before he went through the door, someone pulled him back and dragged him into the hallway. Their eyes met. One pair was as blue as the heavenly sky above; piercing bright and full of passion. The other pair was deep, dark brown with twinkling lights; a mischievous glint hiding in them, but also loyalty and trust.

The student with the dark eyes pulled a hand through his brown curls and took off his jacket. He offered it to the drenched boy with a broad grin and a smart wink. "I look better with less clothes anyway", he said smugly and somehow, the blond young man couldn't hide his own smile. He took the dry, warm coat and nodded his thanks.

They sat through class together, but instead of paying attention to what was being said, they spoke of other things. They spoke of times gone by; of war and revolution; of damsels and courting; of equality and justice. And when their class ended, both of them knew they were one friend richer.

They left the room together and shared an umbrella on their way home. At the front door of the smaller one's apartment they halted and said their goodbyes. They would meet again tomorrow to continue their conversation and share more jokes, looks and smiles. As the brown haired boy took his leave; curls bouncing as he went, the blonde one called after him. "What do I call you?"

Another wicked grin and a tiny bow. "Courfeyrac is the name, my fair blonde friend. Do I get the pleasure of knowing yours?"

He said his own and waved goodbye. They'd become one of the greatest pair of friends history would ever know.