Cedric x reader

Chapter 4

     "God I love days when I'm not being pestered by that royal family, don't you [Name]?" Cedric asked, moving around the room swiftly, looking for ingredients for whatever it was he was working on this time.

    "Hm?" You looked up from the book you found when scouring the place, not quite hearing what he had said.

    "It's just so quiet!" He sighed, Wormwood squawked in agreement.

    "If that's such a good thing, then why are you ruining it?" You asked, putting down the book and lying on the ground. The pointed roof looked as if it were miles away from where you were. A small explosion rang out from somewhere above you.

    "Cursed! Shouldn't you be helping me, instead of just lying down there doing practically nothing?" He muttered. You could hear him moving around, grabbing things to clean up whatever he had just screwed up.

    "Im learning!" You put your hand on top of the book you'd been reading earlier, trying to move your head to see where he was at.

    A hand snatched the book from underneath your palm, another hand dragging you to your feet by grabbing your hand.

     Cedric stood in front of you, glowering. His hand was attached tightly to yours.

    "This book is called 'My First Wand!'. Unless you're five, I doubt you could get much from this," he let go of your hand as he moved away to put the book back in one of the many bookshelves the place had.

    You were actually learning quite a bit from it, but it was probably best not to mention that to him. Back during camp you didn't pay much attention to the wand care segments, and you doubted that any of the other kids there did either. It's like how elementary schoolers with recorders definitely never clean their recorders.

"What do you need help with good sir," you said, giving him a small bow. He raised his eyebrow, nodding his head at the mess that was his work table. Liquid and glass all over the floor. You wondered if this was what advanced chemistry would've been like if you had taken it during your school years.

You pulled your wand out of the pocket of your robe and begun to clear up all the glass on the ground. It was hard to make sure all the shattered pieces were safely collected, some of them liked to fester their way into the cracks. You knew this because of the time you were walking around barefoot and got a clear thing in your foot. Fun times.

While you disposed of all the glass, Cedric took care of getting rid of all the excess liquid. Where it all went, you'd probably never know.

"Back to stage one it appears," he said as he looked at the book he'd gotten his potion from. He began to slowly mix things together.

"What exactly are you working on," you asked, taking a quick glance back at the book you'd held in your hands a few minutes earlier. It was tempting to just grab it again.

"Best not to ask," he laughed at his own comment. It was hard to tell if it was said in more of a joking manner, or a threatening one.

You continued to watch as he grabbed different bottles, pouring them into each other. The colors of everything changed rapidly. Occasionally smoke or bubbling would occur. It was odd how mundane potion making was. It was something that every villager did in their Highschool classes, but on a much smaller level.

Finally he poured the last bits of liquid into a small, thin tube. He sniffed it, no whafting, just straight up put the tube to is long nose and sniffed it.
"Smells like evil," he said to himself, smiling at the tube. Wormwood cawed happily, landing on the man's shoulder.