When Mia Grey moves to the small town of Forks, Washington, she doesn't expect the ghost of her past to haunt her. Let alone come in the shape of Edward Cullen, the man that resembles the late Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory.
Edward Cullen x fem OC
Twi...
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She couldn't stop thinking about Edward Cullen.
Not even when learning all the complicated mathematical equations, chemical bonds, various art techniques, and having to overanalyze a simple book meant just for entertainment. All she could focus on was him... and that was infuriating.
It's not like she didn't feel relieved the fallen Hufflepuff could actually be alive, it was the fact he didn't seem to know her. How could he forget everything? Of how they would constantly turn every insignificant thing into a competition or would argue over the littlest of things? Was he simply pretending? Did he truly not remember? Or was she just really easy to forget?
Truth be told, Mia didn't want to admit how frustrating it is that he doesn't appear to have a clue on anything. He's like a sailor who forgot how to navigate the waves, simply having to rely on pure instinct that apparently, he doesn't seem to have either. He's lost, completely submerged by the darkness of the unknown - that is, if it's really him.
Someone surviving the killing curse is impossible. It's a direct stairway to the afterlife, so believing Edward could actually be him, seems highly improbable and quite ridiculous. Mia refuses to give in to her overzealous mind, simply denying that there's a one percent chance some kind of miracle saved him and granted him the opportunity to live as far from the dangers as possible.
If that were the case, Mia would be furious to say the least. The thought of having mourned him and accepting his death all for him to be standing on the other side of the world completely fine would be the cruelest of acts. She wishes this isn't the case, that somehow there's another type of explanation that would ease her running mind and give her closure to her doubts.
There has to be a reason for this. Some type of clarification that would-
Smack!
A volleyball hitting her on the back of her head snaps Mia out of her thoughts. Frowning, she turns around and searches for the responsible party that happens to be a petite girl with a pale complexion and dark hair.
"I'm sorry!" she apologizes on her way to her. "I told them not to let me play."
"It's okay. Needed that whack in the head, anyway," Mia tells her and shakes it off with a smile. It's not like she was lying about it because thinking of Edward Cullen somehow being Cedric Diggory needed to get thrown out of her mind, or actually, hit out of.
The girl relaxes her shoulders and is about to say something when two other students walking over interrupt her.
"She's got a great spike, huh?" A brown haired girl jokingly says. Her smile is clearly forced, almost like she's trying to keep her annoyance low over the girl making her team lose a point. "I'm Jessica, by the way."
"And I'm Mike Newton," the boy next to Jessica blurts out and his loud voice catches everyone by surprise. He laughs nervously and rubs his neck rather too anxiously, "You're Isabella Swan, right? And you're definitely Mia."
