KISS AND TELL ✷ Cedric Diggory.

𝟬𝟭. a love letter to the family we choose

01. — 01.

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Jamie Abernathy had never looked forward to anything more than the Quidditch World Cup of summer 1994—In the prime of her teenage years, just a few months before she was supposed to get the Captain position in her team at school, this game seemed like the perfect change from her usual summer, spend cooped in the Abernathy's residence in stickly hot Massachusetts, getting bored out of her mind with crossword puzzles from the newspaper by her dad and tedious cleaning jobs around the house by her mom.

Jamie could feel the glare of the sun breaking through the gasps in between the trees on her exposed skin as she stalked through the muddy forest ground squished in between her two older brothers Icarus and Everett following the lead of their eldest brother Bennett and their dad.

It was a beautiful summer day, the English summer a stark contrast to the blazing hot summer in Boston. The sky was blue and the people were joyous as the group of five arrived to the campside— Jamie had to stop for a second and soak it all in, tilting her head upwards so it was bathing in sunlight.

It had been quite some time since all four Abernathy siblings had last been together with the eldest three already moved out and Jamie occupied with school all year long. She relished in the moments, they actually got to spend with each other.

"Come on, dreamgirl, we have a tent to set up."

Jamie opened her eyes again to see Everett halted in front of her, his hand extended for her to take. She skipped over to him, deliberately ignoring his outreached arm and instead opted to wiggle her way into his embrace comfortably.

"You're insufferably warm and sweaty.", he moaned, "You do know how to use a deodorant, don't you?"

Jamie gasped jokingly, hitting her older brother on his arm with her fist. Everett was significantly taller than Jamie and a good bit more muscular too but, still, he acted as if she had hurt him intensely which was fun when she was a small child but now it felt insulting and annoying. Jamie narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to seem intimidating, "You're an arse."

"And you stink.", he mused with a grin, pushing one callused finger into her chest, "By the way, that is my shirt, you little—"

Jamie winced, looking down at the grey shirt with the red and gold logo of a Wampus cat, signifying the house in Ilvermorny that Jamie was in and that had housed Everett too, a few years back. Jamie had stolen it from the clothes left in Everett's room a while back and prayed to Merlin he wouldn't notice— That had been for nothing.

"Really? Man, I didn't notice, must have gotten mixed up in the wash."

Everett narrowed his eyes at her but nodded nevertheless. He really didn't care that she took the shirt, she could take everything he had and get away
it for all he cared, he just wanted to have a little fun with his little siblings.

Jamie wasn't actually blood related with the Abernathys— They had adopted her when she was at the mere age of four but it was the only family Jamie had ever known and she wouldn't trade it for the world.

Of course, it had been different once. Jamie vividly remembered being nine years old and tracing her features in the mirror, wondering where she got them from, whether her eyes were the colors of her fathers or her mother and what blood flowed through her veins but things had changed. Jamie was Jamie and that was it and there was nothing wrong with it.