"how many nights does it take to count the stars? that's the time it would take to fix my heart".
a cedric diggory story.
Emelie Fawley is a sixth year at Hogwarts. All of her years in the school had been the same while she hanged out with her fri...
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The next day, Emelie gets up and dresses her best as it is her first day back at Hogwarts. Plus, she'd had Cedric in her mind almost all night. That smile of his was utterly charming. If she were to spot him in between classes, she'd want to be dressed rather finely.
She was aware she'd only talked to him once but her entire life she'd been a hopeless romantic so it was only natural for the love at first sight instinct to take over her.
She put on her Gryffindor uniform, combing through her tangled hair. Then, she finished it all off with a red and gold striped headband that pushed her dark black hair back onto her shoulders.
By the time she was down in the Great Hall everyone already had started eating or revising their schedules. Fred and George handed Emelie her schedule.
"Defence against the Dark Arts with us in the morning". Fred pointed at her morning classes.
"What took you so long?", George asked.
"Oh, nothing, just jitters of possibly being in the same classes as Marcus Flint".
"I'd hate to break it to you but we've got Potions with the Slytherins in the afternoon so you've probably jinxed that thought". Emelie uffed.
She and Marcus Flint had argued several times in the past years over Quidditch when she'd tried to defend Harry and the Gryffindors (and Oliver Wood as he'd been her boyfriend for a few months).
Luckily for the two of them, this year there would be no arguing over Quidditch or whatsoever. Her train of thought was broken by Hermione calling her name.
"Emelie, come sit down and eat. Classes will be starting shortly and I don't want anyone to be late".
"Thank you for caring, 'Mione", Emelie replied.
Emelie put some eggs, sausage, and baked beans on her plate, beginning to eat. She looked around at the people around her. Everyone was talking, Fred and George's voices audible above the others. Emelie looked down at her schedule again. Today she had Defence Against the Dark Arts in the morning along with Potions, and Transfiguration in the afternoon. Well this is sure to be a packed day. Emelie then finished eating and picked up her bag. She waved goodbye to her friends, then walked in the direction of Fred and George.
"So, about the tournament, you guys are 100% going to try to put your name in the cup despite being underage, right?".
"Oh yeah", Fred replied.
"Totally", George continued.
Emelie laughed. She had zero doubts. Then, Fred asked something quite peculiar.
"I heard from Ginny that you talked to 'Pretty Boy Diggory' yesterday on the Hogwarts Express. Is that true?". Emelie's face heated.
"Don't call him that!", Emelie fake slapped Fred's arm, "And, God, how do all of you know already?".
