Heirs to Something Greater

12; Learning to Move On

We were

Just friends

That spoke like lovers

And that seemed to be enough for

Two teenagers who were scared to love one

Another.

k.a.t

    
I woke up this morning with a lot of anxiety. I didn't know if it was from last night's events or just from random feelings. It didn't help that nobody waited in the common room for me. I didn't think I was running late.

This overly crowded hallway was also making things worse.

I couldn't help that crushing feeling in my chest like the air was being sucked out of my lungs.

"Adeline!" I turned around to see the red hair running at me. I felt my lungs being filled back up as relief washed over me. I smiled, glad to see her.

"Whew, okay. Good morning!" Juliet seemed very cheery this morning.

"Good morning. Someone's cheerful," I said as we walked into the great hall for breakfast.

"I feel like it's going to be a good day." She had a bit of a hop to her step and I could hear her quietly humming.

We both stopped in our tracks when we realized Harry was sitting at a table, all alone. Hermione and Ron weren't there with him, so clearly that friendship hadn't been patched up yet.

I looked at Juliet as she looked over at me. "Harry?" I asked.

"Harry." She nodded at me in agreement and we started walking towards Harry until I felt hands on my shoulders.

"Ahhh good morning ladies!" Both of the twins were behind us and one of them was turning me towards the direction of Ron and Hermione at a different table. Why weren't we going to Harry?

"How was your sleep?" I looked up to tell that this was George asking the question. He put his arm around Juliet and helped assist her to the other table to sit at. This was annoying.

"Well, it was fine but-"

They were fine with Harry last night so what was so different about this morning?

"If you want to sit with pretty boy Diggory-" Fred cut me off from behind me.

"-you're going to want to stay clear of Potter for a bit." George finished the sentence.

"That's ridiculous!" I rolled my eyes in frustration. What did Cedric have to do with making sure Harry had a friend? "Cedric doesn't care who I'm sitting with." Why couldn't Cedric sit with us too then?

"Sure about that?" Fred looked up towards the entrance to the hall which caused us all to turn around and look.

Cedric stood there staring at me with Pierre and Lottie at his sides. Pierre was talking to someone else and Lottie was looking right back at us.

I focused on Cedric. His brown messy hair, yellow robes, yellow tie, black pants. He looked innocent and fragile. I sucked in a huge breath of air, trying to read his emotions. I couldn't even tell what he was thinking.

His gaze flicked to a group of Hufflepuffs that were calling his name and motioning for him to go over to them. His feet moved towards them before his head turned to look at me with hesitation in his eyes. Almost like he was asking if it was okay to sit with his friends.

I shot him a small reassuring smile and barely nodded my head before turning to hurry up and sit down. I wanted to talk to him about last night. I felt like I needed to explain myself or something. Or understand more of what these challenges were about.