Perfectly Imperfect || C. Diggory

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞 || 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞 *

Mum pulled me into a tight embrace, squeezing me to the point where I could barely breathe. After she let go, she looked at me and sighed, pulling me back to the exact same rib-breaking hug. Kayla wrapped her arms around me as well, tears flowing down her face. She was never good with separation. She did the exact same thing every year I left for Hogwarts.

Cedric stood at the door, awkwardly, rocking on his heels as I parted ways with my family. He smiled at their love for me. I turned back at him with a content grin. He pointed at his wrist, telling me that we needed to leave.

"Okay, Cedric and I are going to Diagon Alley. We're running out of time. I love you guys, see you when I get back." I said, and pulled away from their hug. Kayla frowned, and attempted to pull me back. "I've gotta go, Kay. I'll see you in seven days."

"Bye, y/n." Kayla whispered, my mother holding her hand. I waved, picked up my suitcases, and walked over to Cedric. He grabbed my hand, and we disappeared from the house, transporting to Diagon Alley.

It was half as busy at is was during the year or in late August. The sky was covered in dark grey clouds, and it was pouring rain. People were running in and out of the shops, umbrellas in hand, trying not to get wet.

We headed down the street, and Cedric held an umbrella over the two of us, his available hand clutching mine. My eyes darted around the stores and buildings with bright colours and lights. I led Cedric towards the Leaky Cauldron for a coffee. I had a couple of sickles and galleons in my pocket and wanted to use them up before we left.

The Leaky Cauldron was probably the busiest place in all of Diagon Alley, at the moment. We walked in and I noticed the usual old wizards and funny looking people laughing and drinking with each other. No one turned their heads as we walked in, which was nice for Cedric. I assumed people were going to batter him for "lying" about You-Know-Who.

We walked over to the barman who was speaking to an old woman who was drinking what looked like a fire whiskey. "Hi, there. Could I just get a coffee? Two cream, two sugar. To go?" I asked, with a smile. The man nodded, and got to work. I looked over to Cedric and took his hand. His lips turned upward, and he kissed my forehead.

The man handed me my drink in a cream-coloured paper cup that had a brown lid. I placed two galleons on the bar table, and said thank you. Cedric and I left the grubby pub and headed back towards Gringotts.

Finally, we reached the snowy-white building where a goblin stood, waiting at the door. We smiled at him and entered the bank. It was quiet and everyone seemed focused on their work. We headed over to the Gringotts Currency Converter and it took nearly thirty minutes to drop every gold coin into the converter and have them switch to Pounds sterling to euro.

Sighing, we left the bank, and headed down an empty street where everything was quiet. Hauling our bags around had been tiring, so we sat on them for a moment, gathering ourselves and catching our breath.

After a couple of minutes, we stood up and prepared to Apparate to Mexico. I held Cedric's hand, and he brought us to the airport in Puerto Vallarta. We would travel by car and boat to get to Cabo San Lucas.

The air was warm and humid, probably around thirty degrees Celsius. We waved for a cab to pick us up. It was dark in Mexico, the time was probably around midnight. The crescent moon shone brightly in the sky. Few cars were driving down the streets, mostly taxi cabs and vans. It was quiet, and I could hear crickets chirping in the ditch beside the street. We were sort of in a rush, so I would have to look at the scenery later.

"Hi, could you take us to the marina?" I asked the cab driver. He smiled, and nodded. I tossed my things in the trunk as did Cedric, and we hopped into the back seat. The air conditioning felt nice on my already sweating skin.