prospicere futurum | fred weasley | cedric diggory

13

"Looks like it's going to downpour any second." Lucas grumbled, though from the look Cedric shot Corinne, he was just whining to hear his own voice. The boys had allegedly been more than excited at the prospect of bringing down the Gryffindors, especially after all of the muttered comments and jokes they'd been receiving since the first task.

"Good, it'll cool down your raging ego." One of the Hufflepuff team mates, Preece, Cedric had called him earlier smacked Lucas on the back of the head, swinging his broom over his shoulder and jumping out of the taller boy's reach as he swung an arm out in retaliation.

"Save it for the Gryffindor's, will you?" Cedric scolded, though there was an excited smile painted on his face which hadn't left all morning.

"And what if you guys lose?" Corinne asked, Cedric spinning to the blonde with wide eyes.

"Then we're all going to kick your boyfriend's ass." Lucas answered for the rest of them. "He's the one who got us into this, and he's the one who's been out here training all term."

"Which you've been invited to, by the way." Cedric answered, ignoring the idea of losing altogether.

"Merlin, Diggory, you're a hard ass." Taylor grinned, pulling her hat farther over her forehead. Despite the decent weather they were being blessed with for early December, Taylor was dressed as if they were all trudging through Antarctica; puffy coat, hat, scarf and mittens included.

"We're going to get changed. See you on the pitch." Cedric turned at last, pulling Corinne in for a kiss with one arm, his broom stuck over his other shoulder.

"Alright, loverboy. If Weasley's not even here to see it and get himself all worked up, let's save it for later." Lucas smirked and yanked Cedric towards the locker room.

"This is a recipe for disaster." Ella grumbled as the girls wandered towards the stands, trying their best to avoid the mud patches littering the pitch.

"I warned him." Corinne shrugged, though partially wishing the three of them were still tucked inside the warm castle, possibly still working their way through a late breakfast.

"Boys." The brunette rolled her eyes, the sound of laughter floating through the stands and drawing the Gryffindor's attention to the new arrivals, two red-heads towering above the other four figures.

"Boys." Taylor teased, her eyebrows wiggling twice before Corinne shot her a warning glance.

"Ladies! Looking lovely as ever!" George called with a wave, the other Gryffindor's pausing outside of the locker room to survey the nearly empty stands as Lee Jordan offered the Weasley's a high five and started towards the girls. Corinne noted Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet, Angelina pushing through the locker room doors as Fred shot Corinne a dramatic wink.

"Wish me luck, Baker?" He grinned, a flash of gold flying through his hand before he slid the small object into his pocket, stalling for a moment before George yanked him inside with the team.

"Him and that stupid bloody coin." Lee rolled his eyes, dropping into a seat behind the girls. Ella and Taylor had coaxed Corinne up a few extra bleachers by begging, reminding her the game could take a while and their necks would surely be aching by the end. "Sorry about him, by the way. We're trying to get him trained up, really we are."

Taylor giggled, spinning around in her spot to strike up a conversation with the boy while Corinne's eyes scanned over the locker room doors. Part of her wanted them to hurry up and start the game while the rest of her just wanted to head back up to the school. She didn't know which would be worse, Fred winning or losing.

"Listen Lee, now that we're buddies," Taylor started, "You've got to help us get Fred off Corinne's back a bit. I mean, he's relentless."

"Oh, trust me. I know. You've really done a number on him, Baker, we've never seen him this worked up-"