Trees ||𝐶.𝐴.𝐷.

Chapter 17

Third Person POV:

Harry sighed, looking up at Cedric. "She probably wants space, Cedric."

Cedric nodded, looking down and fiddling with his hands. Why'd this have to happen? First the dreams, now the tournament, it seemed like everything was crashing and burning around him and Juniper.  He wasn't sure if Harry knew about what was happening, and he didn't know if June would be comfortable with him knowing, so instead of showing or saying anything else, he just swallowed the lump in his throat and walked away.

That seemed to be the only thing he was capable of doing, anyway.

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Cedric's POV:

I know I should feel amazing right now, but after seeing what's happened, the main thing I feel is confusion. How did Harry and Juniper get chosen? Neither of them are of age, and Hogwarts already has a champion...me.

Am I even supposed to be in the tournament? What if the Goblet thought that Harry or Juniper was supposed to be the real champion, and I was the mistake? No, I'm the only 17 year old. But why did they get chosen in the first place!? If there are three champions for Hogwarts, what about the other two schools? Madame Maxime was right, this isn't fair. June and Harry said it themselves that they didn't wanna compete, so this isn't fair to them either. I trust Juniper, and she seems to trust Harry. I don't think either of them actually entered...

There's a knock on my door, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"One second." When I open the door, I see Spencer standing there with some chocolate frogs and a balloon. "What's this?"

"I thought you probably needed some cheering up, and since you pureblood wizards don't believe in the powers of my amethyst crystals, I got the next best thing," he said. "Now let me in. That was not a request, it was a demand. I can practically taste your depression from the other side of the door."

I step out of the door way, chuckling. "How'd you even get sorted into this house?"

"I was a really cute kid when I was 11, but then I turned 13 and started hanging around the Slytherins. I honestly think Dumbledore should reconsider keeping me in Hufflepuff," he says, "then again, I am still cute. Hashtag self love, I guess."

Shaking my head, I close the door and walk over to the bed and sit down. "A balloon?" I say.

"Yes, a balloon. Balloons make everything better," he replied, sitting down at my desk. "Wow, fancy prefect dorm. Swag."

"You've been here like, a thousand times yet you sound surprised," I laugh, taking a chocolate frog.

"Yeah, but I can see you've redecorated! There's a lot more books and negative energy."

"What is with muggle borns and their fancy crystal, energy, stuff?" I ask, looking over the Dumbledore chocolate frog card. I already have seventeen of him. I was hoping for someone else.

Spencer replied, "It's a way for us to waste all our money, but in a cool way, you know?"

I shake my head. "No."

"Well, sucks for you I guess."

He reached over and takes a chocolate frog. "Have you talked to Juniper?"

I sigh. I knew he was gonna bring this up. Who wouldn't? "No, not yet. I figured I should give her some space tonight. She's already going through a lot..."

"You really like her, don't you?" He asks, taking a bite out of the frog's head, it's arms squirming. "I will never get used to that..."

"What? We've known each other for like a month, you can't like someone that fast..." I say, trying not to choke.