𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐦 | 𝐜.𝐝 𝐟𝐟

𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙙.

"So you're in Hufflepuff and I'm in Slytherin. The whole world knows we shouldn't be together. No one dared approach anyone with the snake emblem on their cloak." I began. Cedric laughed to himself.

"What's so funny?" I was curious. I had barely even began.

"It seems like even before, we were meant to be separated. We just switched our roles," he explained.

"Oh, that does make sense. Anyways, you're a seeker in the Quidditch team. It's one of the sports we have back in the wizarding world. The chasers would..." I went off about Quidditch. I could talk for hours about it. Though, I wasn't a player myself, I've participated in each role before when I helped the boys train. I found joy in it, hitting other players (Malfoy) especially. Not once did Cedric interrupt my rambles.

"And what about you? What do you like about Quidditch?" He asked after I finished.

"It's not the game, but the adrenaline. The rush when I'm flying, being chased, seeking the snitch, defending the post, defending the team."

"So you can fly but you can't handle a run?" Cedric teased.

"I'd have to take you flying again. If only I could get my hands on a broom..." Suddenly he guffawed. I had to clap my hands over his mouth so that no one could hear him. He was still shaking with laughter when I removed my hands but he was silent now. 

"I can't imagine you wearing a black cloak with a pointy hat, riding a broom. I thought it was merely a fairytale."

"Do you want to see me in my Uniform?" I leapt to my closet before he could answer. I yanked the green and black cloak on me while I searched for my wand. I got frustrated when I could find it so I held my hand up, "Accio wand."

When the wooden stick found itself into my hand, I transfigured my clothes to look like the classic skirt and white shirt beneath the cloak. On my bed, Cedric looked amazed, as if he'd never seen such trivial magic in his life before. I placed discarded jacket over his hand.

"Watch this," I pointed the wand at the piece of clothing. A pale green light flowed out of the wand and onto the article, effectively changing it into an all to familiar green tie. 

"Do you want to tie this for me?"

Wordlessly, he wrapped the tied around me, fumbling a bit along the way. I assumed it was because he couldn't see in the dark, so I lit up the end of my wand. A soft glow emitted, lighting up his fair features. When he finally tightened the knot, distracted by the magic of light from my wand, he rested his hands on my beating chest, near my heart. His butterscotch eyes burning me with the intensity in them. 

"This is how I looked like to you. Most of the time anyways. This," I held up the stick, "is my wand. Laurel wood with a dragon heartstring core, 12 and 3/4 inches long, quite bendy."

I bent my wand a few times to demonstrate how flexible it was.

"They say wands with Laurel wood cannot perform dishonourable acts. Although in the quest for glory, Laurel wands have been known to perform powerful and sometimes lethal magic. The dragon heartstring core produce the most magic power, capable of even the most flamboyant spells. I learn more quickly than my other peers with this wand. I have a strong bond with it, it rarely works well for others if they use my wand without permission. It's best works in Dark Arts, though it is perfectly capable under any circumstances. If not careful, it could lead to huge accidents." I was proud of my wand. It survived through the war. Somehow, my wand is exactly like me. 

He looked amazed. Finally, he looked like me whenever I was with him. 

"Close your eyes." I instructed. He did so without hesitance and I took his hand in mine, palm facing up. I pointed my wand to my open closet. Out floated another wand, his wand. Gently, I placed it in his hand. His fingers slowly curled onto it. Like natural.