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( October 1994 )
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NIGHT HAD FALLEN UPON HOGWARTS ONCE MORE, SOME STUDENTS WERE CREATING THEORIES, SOME WERE ANGRY FOR NOT BEING CHOSEN, AND SOME WERE BEING SHOUTED AT FOR BEING CHOSEN.
"This can't be real, this can't possibly be real!" Ginger and Cedric were standing fridgetly in the Hufflepuffs dorm. Ginger was near manic at the one in a million chance that the person closest to her would be chosen for three extremely difficult tasks. Cedric on the other hand was actually joyed he was chosen.
"Ginger, it was my decision to put my name in the goblet, I chose this to happen! I want to participate in the tournament!"
"Yes I'm perfectly aware, but what happens if you get severely hurt? Or worse, killed!" She was having an extremely hard time grasping how in the world he was joyed to be chosen. The thought of losing her best friend made her want to vomit, and if it were to happen, she wouldn't know what to do with herself.
Cedric dragged his hands over his face in frustration at the girl in front of him. "I won't be killed, I will be fine."
"Oh, so now you've suddenly become a seer? Did Trelawney mysteriously pass her abilities to you overnight? Tell me, is there a way to foresee a future where I beat you with Hogwarts; A History just to get some sense into you?" Her sarcastic remark brought a smile to his face and his smile urged one to appear on hers. "Cedric, there is no way in hell that you can guarantee your safety for this tournament."
"Maybe not, but, if I get mauled by quintapeds then you can have my room." He approached her with raised eyebrows at the deal, she rolled her eyes but no longer fought the smile on her dimpled face.
"Not funny, and your room always smells like you've begun a fire in a rubbish bin." He enveloped her in his arms and she wrapped her arms around him as well.
She felt his chest vibrate when his chuckle bubbled out from his throat, "ah, well, it's for ambience." She laughed at this and lets go of him. Maybe Cedric couldn't see into the future, or guarantee his safety, but the chances of him being killed were slim. Not too slim, but slim enough.
