❛ASTERIA EDWARDS was your average, typical eleven-year-old child stuck in a pandemic with her mother Isabella Diggory until she found out where she truly came from.. and where she truly belonged...❜
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harry potte...
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There it was..
Finally..
Ria's first official Quidditch match.
She was charged.. so charged that she felt she could breathe fire.
"No, thanks. I'm full."
Cedric gave her a side eye. "You haven't taken one bite!"
"What if I tell you I have already eaten, this morning?" asked Ria. "Yeah, I'm that excited."
He raised an eyebrow. "You mean when you pretended to be really sick?"
Ria rolled her eyes. Oh, come on. Everyone has had nerves, right?
"You're too mean, alright.. Could've let me have a bit of glory." she mumbled, taking the toasted bread from the plate and nibbling off a small bite.
"Yeah, yeah, we'll see about your glory when you play. As of now, I don't want you fainting and falling from thirty feet." He sighed, pushing the toast to her mouth.
"I won't!" Ria argued back. "What d'you think I am? Some flower that'll fall off with a gust of a wind?"
"Yes."
She smacked Cedric on his arm, making him chuckle. "I'm not! I'm tough!" She mumbled through a mouth full of bread.
"Yeah, I know that." He nonchalantly agreed with her.
"Edwards!" A hearty cheer took her attention away from her messy thoughts. "How's my favourite freshman doing? Though.. you're not really a freshman." Dahlia chuckled. "Hey there, Diggory."
"Hi, Montgomery."
"Not trying to persuade our Keeper now, are we?" She asked, her eyes squinted playfully.
Cedric rolled his eyes. "I'm not the one playing against her, Dahlia. Gryffindors are. If anything, you should try and prevent Potter from meeting her." He tilted his head towards the Gryffindor table, where said boy appeared to be looking for someone.
Dahlia squinted her eyes even more, seriously, this time. "Aye, aye, Captain. Make me proud, Edwards." She patted her back before making a beeline for the Gryffindor table.
Ria gave him a look. "Hey, now! Don't you go conspiring against my friends."
He sniggered with a raised eyebrow. "Friends? As in plural? Stop lying."
Ria smacked him again, this time a bit offended. "Yes, friends. You would notice if you weren't always wound up in your shiny new Prefect duties." She said, batting her eyelashes, trying to appear as perfect as she could. But then, she thought of a better comeback. "Or, if you weren't busy running off to that Ravenclaw friend of yours, all the time." She teased, and his smile disappeared.
