prospicere futurum | fred weasley | cedric diggory

2.

"Come on, Ella, tell us who it is!" Taylor whined as the three girls entered the Great Hall, heading towards their usual spot along the Gryffindor bench.

"No, because I refuse to accept it." Ella rolled her eyes, dropping into her seat and pulling a plate to herself at once.

"Is it a Slytherin?" Taylor asked, wide eyed. Corrine slapped her arm and shot her a look.

"Even if it was a Slytherin," She began slowly. "He would be Ella's soulmate, which means that he is a good person."

"Questionable." Ella joked, biting into a forkful of eggs.

"I don't recognize mine, the least you can do is let me live vicariously through yours." Taylor grumbled, stabbing dramatically into her own breakfast.

"Ladies," The all too familiar voices appeared behind them. George dropped into the seat next to Taylor as Fred sat beside Corinne, the entire bench shaking beneath them.

"Morning, boys." Taylor smiled, charmingly, breaking off a minuscule piece of her muffin and popping it into her mouth.

"Finish your potion yet?" Fred grinned, scanning between the three girls.

"We can neither confirm or deny that." Corrine shrugged, taking a bite of the apple sitting in front of her as an excuse not to have to answer.

"Taylor?" George raised his eyebrows, staring down at the small blonde.

"I have no clue what you're even talking about." She locked eyes with Corrine, holding back a laugh.

"So it's one of us, then." George sighed, as if it this was to be expected. "We should have known, Freddie. That's why they're being so shy-"

"Like Hell," Corrine chuckled. "And like we don't know you two made your own potion, so why don't you go find your own girls and make them aware of exactly how exhausting their future is going to be."

"Some girls don't care about being a bit exhausted, Corrine." Fred muttered near her ear, shooting her a wink as he pulled his own plate over and started on his breakfast.

"It's not a Slytherin, by the way." Ella finished below her breath, glancing between her two friends. "It's Eddie Carmichael."

Corrine wracked her brain. "I... I have no idea who that is, who is that?"

"He's a Ravenclaw. Who thinks he's the brightest student Hogwarts has ever seen." The brunette rolled her eyes. "He's a loser."

"He's a year above us!" Taylor smiled. "Exciting."

"How does being born a year before me make him exciting?" Ella pointed out.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Corrine asked, proceeding with caution as the entire table could feel Ella's annoyance.

"Not planning on it." She shrugged.

"Come on." Fred nudged Corrine's arm to get her attention, offering her a lazy smile. "You can tell us yours now."

"And why would I do that?" Corrine raised her eyebrows, studying the ginger who had up until two weeks ago rarely spoken to her.

"Because, love, I think I already know who it is."

Despite knowing that there was no way he could know, having only told her roommates last night, Corrine's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't planning on doing anything, going out of her way at all with Cedric. The two rarely laid eyes on each other, aside from their potions lesson last week, and Corrine's attempts to meet his gaze from two tables away all morning had so far proven ineffective. In fact, with all of the stress it was causing her, she was beginning to wish they had never brewed the potion at all.