It's been three days since Jemma went and bought herself some much needed new supplies from Diagon Alley, and she's found out quite a bit since then! Like how her father, Regulus, had left her everything the Black family owned. And how James Potter and his goons (Sirius and Remus), who she had previously thought of as family (yes she's biologically related to Sirius, but that's not the point), were actually certified twats to everyone they knew... But other than learning more about her real family, she had been studying a lot. Mainly stuff to do with potions, she just wanted to impress her new godfather. Speaking of studying potions, thats what she was currently doing. Until she heard a "tap-tap" from outside her bedroom window?
'What was that?' She thought to herself. 'Probably nothing...' Though she's now a werewolf, she was living alone rather deep into the forbidden forest that surrounds Hogwarts. She presumed that it was just woodpecker thinking her home was a tree. Until another "tap-tap", then again, and again! She sighed heavily and went to see what all the commotion was about. It was an owl with a letter in its beak, addressed to Miss Neé Evans Black. It didn't have anyother writings on it then her name, but it was sealed with an unfamiliar stamp?
'Dear Jemma Neé Evans Black,
My parents have sent a letter requesting that you come to the Diggory household and prove that you "are worthy of me". Trust when I say, I do not agree with any trials at all. For I know that you are already worthy of me. In fact, I believe that I must be trailed to see if I am worthy of you! I have tried to reason with them but they are stubborn. What I'm trying to say is don't bother to come to our house, for I wish to meet Hogsmeade. I'll be at Sugarplums Sweets at 2 pm this coming Saturday if you are interested?
~ Love, Cedric Diggory'
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It is 10am on a Saturday, but not just any Saturday, the Saturday. The day that will change Jemma's life. Not that she knows yet. But thats besides the point! All she can think about is that she doesnt know what to wear. She would ask Hermione, but she's not here (and a traitor), she'd ask Molly, but same thing as Hermione: she isn't here (plus she's also a traitor.) So she's lowkey freaking out.
In the end she went with this:
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Jemma kept herself occupied whilst she waited for Cedric by walking through Diagon Alley. One thing though, she saw a quidditch store, and she couldn't help but go check it out! So here she was browsing Quality Quidditch Supplies. She just loved the sport so much! With three years of being blessed to be Gryffindors seeker, she couldn't help but feel right playing the sport.
Her watch beeped as it struck 2 o'clock, a wave nervousness rushed over her. Was she really about to meet her fated-mate?!
"Thought I'd find you here" a masculine voice chuckled behind her, "I take it you still like quidditch then?" Jemma quickly spun around to look at Cedric, a blush creeping onto her face.
"Y-Yeah! Why would I stop?" She smiled brightly, ignoring how she stuttered infront of this extremely attractive guy.
Now it's Cedrics turn to blush. "Would you like to maybe get some coffee? Or we could just walk around?" He asked, trying to not sound too nervous.
