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"At least they're back together." Moaned George as he took a bite out of the ham sandwich Willow prepared for the group, trying his best not to get crumbs on his bedroom floor.
Cedric, Anita, George, and Willow all glanced over to the newly reunited couple as they giggled together on the bed with Maeve's legs hanging over Fred's lap.
"At least these sandwiches are delicious," Cedric said with a smile, chewing hard on his last bite. He was grinning hard as he looked at Willow, enjoying the proud look on her face.
The group decided it was best for them not to hang out in public for reasons they didn't understand, but the girls understood why.
It took about 15 minutes of debating on where to go but after a while, they decided the Gryffindor area was the safest.
The Hufflepuff common room was full of nosy badgers and snitches while the Slytherin common room was described as "scary" and full of snakes. Not actual physical snakes, just students ready to tattle tale.
So, the Gryffindor common room was the best place for them to be. It was still exciting since Willow had never really been inside one of the rooms before.
"Ced," George was chewing with his mouth open and speaking loudly, causing Anita to close his gaping mouth with her hand. "Are you prepared for the next task?"
Cedric held his hand over his lips, finishing his food before speaking like the gentleman he is, and then shaking his head.
"Not at all." He responded as a serious feeling filled the room with the mention of the tournament. "I just have no idea what it means."
Willow had already been through every book in the library about the black lake and the merpeople with no answers. Absolutely nothing.
She was smarter than some riddle and she knew that, but none of it made sense to her. She also knew she and Cedric were due for another secret study session.
It frustrated her more than anything else in her life right now since riddles felt like a second nature to her but yet, nothing.
"I've looked in every book and even talked to Potter about it, I'm at a loss." He mumbled as if he were defeated, which devastated her. He knew he was smart and she understood the feeling he was showing.
"Tell us the poem or whatever again," Anita asked smiling, standing up from the floor and beginning to pace around the room. She had her thinking face on, with furrowed eyebrows and her lips pushed out.
