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Fear and thoughts of running away filled Willow the next few days as she thought of what she did with Cedric Diggory.
She attempted to blame it on the alcohol and the night stars, but deep down she knew it was all her. It was her actions and her mind who led her there.
Not that she fully regretted it and didn't wish it would've happened, but the intimacy of it all made her feel sick.
Maeve and Anita didn't bother bringing it up for it wasn't the first time she had been alone with Cedric and with nothing happening, and it was getting old.
The friends were beginning to worry about their own love stories and it began to fill their time a little more.
George had asked Anita on an official date today, not telling her any details or anything but to just show up.
"I have no idea what to wear." Anita whispered to herself, looking at the 7 different outfits laid out on the floor and bed.
Different skirts and pants paired with tops, including Maeve's and Willow's, all had been tried on a million times.
Willow held her potions notes in front of her while sitting criss cross on her own bed, twirling her quill around in her fingers.
"He's not going to care what you wear, he's a boy. Boys never notice." She claimed, looking back to her papers.
"Okay negative Naly, she's just upset that Cedric-" Maeve sat on the bed next to her, eating some sort of chocolate that Fred gave her.
"If you value your life, you won't finish that sentence." Willow responded, not bothering looking at her friend or up front her pages of writing.
"Can you two focus on me! I need you more than ever before." Anita cried, throwing a pink shirt at the girls on the bed.
They both cracked a smile at her as Willow set down her notes and stood up to look at the other choices again.
Her eyes scanned again and again, pairing up everything in her mind and then starting over again.
The warm fuzzy feeling of jealously snuck up again behind her, like it had grabbed Willow's throat and held her against its chest.
She didn't realize she wanted to dress up for a first date, she didn't even think about the possibility of that happening to her.
