Dear Thea // Cedric Diggory

04

Cedric;

The wind rushed against my body as I soared through the air, its strong currents creating a cold that stung my face. My hands firmly held the handle of the broom on which I was riding, my grasp so tight that my knuckles turned white. I tracked the golden-winged ball that flew in front of me, my gaze quickly dashing back and forth to not lose it; the golden snitch zipped around as if it had a life of its own. Balancing myself so that I wouldn't fall, I swiftly reached out to grab the ball before me, and my hand finally clasped the snitch, creating a rush of satisfaction that flowed through me.

As I sat back on my broom, I took some time to catch my breath and take in the view around me. I was hundreds of feet in the air, yet Hogwarts castle still seemed so tall. The cloudy sky casted darkness down on its cobble walls, but the bright lights inside were still able to emit a warm glow from each window. To me, being up here is one of the only times where I could catch a break. And while that's usually the case, something else was preventing me from doing so: the thought of Cho being my current distraction.

We hadn't talked for a couple days since our argument, and I'm not sure what to do about her. She says I haven't been putting enough energy into the relationship, and she's right, I haven't been. But I'm not sure how I can when I don't even know how I feel about her.

It's sad but I don't feel the same for Cho anymore, at least not like I used to. I don't hate or resent her, of course, and I know a part of me still loves her, but we've grown apart. Even so, I'd rather be with someone who I don't feel strongly for than be by myself. It's a selfish act I know, it's cruel to do to another person. But I've always needed to be around people, to have someone with me. I hate being alone, it makes my thoughts wander too much. That's why I suffocate the difficult thoughts out with parties and people.

It's an easier solution than actually dealing with the painful shit.

Suddenly, I can hear Tyler calling out to me from the ground.

"Diggory! Hey Diggory!"

No.

"Come down!"

I took in a deep sigh of frustration and then looked down at Tyler, who seemed so small from where I was that all I saw of him was his dark, black hair and a part of his lanky figure.

I angled my broom towards the ground, further accelerating me down to the quidditch pitch field. I hopped off the broom with the golden snitch in hand.

"What is it?"

"Our practice is over, we were supposed to be off the pitch ten minutes ago."

"Ok, so?"

"Well, the Slytherin team was scheduled to use it next, and Hawthorn over there is mad," Tyler rolls his eyes in the direction of Quinn, who's standing with his team at the entrance of the pitch.

"He's blabbering about how we took up the Slytherin Team's time or some shit like that."

"He's mad about us being overtime by barely ten minutes? They don't even have their gear on!" I begin to walk over to Quinn and his circle of green and silver dressed teammates.

"Well if it isn't 'the Cedric Diggory', glad you could take time out of your day to come grace us with your presence," Quinn mocks, causing the rest of his team to quietly snicker amongst themselves.