Heart of Glass - Theodore Nott

Chapter 1: The Quidditch Match

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I woke up to Hermoine lightly shoving me in attempt to wake me up. "C'mon Vinny! We're going to be late, utterly late!" She whisper-shouted at me.

"Five more minutes..." I mumble out, turning over on my other side. Hermoine wasn't having this though seeing as she ripped the sheets off of me, causing me to shiver in response.

"Moine...I said five minutes!" I whisper-shouted at her, curling up in a ball in an attempt to gain some warmth. That was at least until Hermoine jumped on top of me.

"We don't have five more minutes V! We have five minutes to be out the door! Merlin, you're worse than Ron in the mornings, and that's saying something!" Hermoine spoke softly, yet in a threatening tone. She knew loud noises and talking in the morning, especially if I'd just woken up, hurt my ears (and soul for that matter.)

"What!" I shout, sitting straight up, knocking Hermione off of me. The peace and quiet we once had, now gone.

"I tried waking you up half an hour ago, but you just wouldn't wake up...I set out your clothes, here." Hermoine said, handing a pair of folded clothes to me. "I'll be downstairs waiting for you, make sure to hurry!"

"Save me a muffin! Mrs. Weasleys are amazing." I shout to Hermoine as she closes my door.

I quickly threw on the outfit which consisted of a pair of flare jeans, a lace tank, and a sweater top. I quickly brushed my teeth and braided my hair before grabbing my bag with my necessities and rushing downstairs.

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We'd been walking through the forest for about an hour now and none of us had any clue as to where we were going.

"Where are we actually going?" Harry asked Ron, his tone full of sass.

"Don't know...hey dad! Where are we going?" Ron inquired, a look of confusion on his face.

"Haven't the foggiest! Keep up Son, you're dragging the group behind!" Mr. Weasley shouted to Ron with a lighthearted chuckle, making me, Hermoine, and Ginny giggle. Ron just huffed in annoyance.

"About time old friend!" A man suddenly shouted, walking up to Arthur.

"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." Authur started, turning to give Ron a look, "This is Amos Diggory, everyone, he works with me at the ministry, and this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" Arthur replied, holding his hand out for Cedric to shake.

"Yes, sir," Cedric answered, shaking his hand with a smile as we briefly made eye contact.

Hermoine shot me a little smirk before walking off with everyone, leaving me and Harry behind with Amos and Cedric.

"Merlin's Beard! You must be Harry Potter! Ced's talked about you, of course...about playing Quidditch against you last year. I told him -- Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will: You beat Harry Potter! " Amos spoke happily, patting Cedric's back. Oddly enough, Amos reminded me a bit of my father, both of them being very cheerful.

"Dad, Harry fell off his broom. I told you it was an accident." Cedric inserted, attempting to remain modest.

"Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you? Best man won. I'm sure Harry'd say the same." Amos interjected.

"Oh! Yes sir of course." Harry spoke up, finally. I'm sure he only said that in order to avoid tension and end the conversation.

"Great, great pleasure to meet you anyways, son!" Amos continued, shaking Harry's hand firmly. "And you, my dear, must be Vivian McMillan! Me and your parents go way back! I've also heard a lot of you from my boy! All good things of course!" He continued, shaking my hand with a wink, causing Cedric to rub his face out of embarrassment.