Calamity (Theodore Nott + Cedric Diggory)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LORELEI ALEXIS SPEARS

I woke up at my usual time in the morning. Cedric was still asleep on the floor, and Colby was still sleeping softly on the other side of the bed. I guess both of them were late sleepers.

I kicked the comforter that had the Hufflepuff house crest on it off of me, and I carefully tiptoed over to the bathroom. Being extra cautious not to wake either one of the peacefully sleeping boys. My hair was a mess, as usual as it was when I first woke up in the morning. I figured Cedric, with his stunning hair, would at least have a comb I could borrow. So I looked around the bathroom counter top for one.

Cedric’s hoodie hung loose over me. It was a bit too big, and the sleeves fell lazily over my arms and hands and the bottom of it fell down to the top of my thighs. It was a plain Hufflepuff Quidditch hoodie, with Hufflepuff colors and the crest as well as Cedric number, three, on the back of it.

Cedric was the Captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and he was also a prefect. Sometimes I wonder why I didn’t become a prefect myself. Balancing Quidditch, prefect duties, and being a good student, as well as popular was probably a lot to carry. But it made him even more respectable and attractive.

Colby joined the Slytherin Quidditch team in the first or second year. I can’t really remember. I thought he was decent at it, but he never seemed really too interested in it. Besides, all the people he didn’t want to be around were on that team, and they still are. So after, he dropped it under the guise of him not being any good at it.

I myself, was never one for sports. Yes, I would attend mostly every game of the season. (If I could make it.) But that was only ever if Ravenclaw was playing, or if Colby was when he did play. Or Cedric was playing. Those were the games I looked forward to the most. Rarely did I ever attend a match against the Slytherin house. They didn’t play nice, and besides, Colby never wanted to go anyway.

I looked at myself in the reflection of the mirror in the bathroom. I was already dreaming too much because all I was thinking about was how much I wanted to wear Cedric’s hoodies all the time. Or just his clothes in general. Oh how much I wanted to be in a relationship with him, was crazy. Maybe a little too crazy.

My own thoughts were interrupted when a voice I thought was sleeping was suddenly right next to me.

“You look cute in my sweater. I’d like to see you in it more often.”

I snapped my head over to face him. My cheeks giving off a hue of light pink and red. Why was it that everything he said made me so nervous and flustered?

“Damn. I must be lucky today.” He continued, looking at me like he was genuinely interested in me, “I have the prettiest girl in school standing in front of me with a blush, messy hair and she’s wearing my Quidditch hoodie. What did I do to deserve such a sight?” He teased playfully, and it made me smile which made him smile.

“Thank you..” I blushed, so nervous I didn’t even know what to say, “As much as I appreciate that you think I look ‘cute’ with messy hair, I don’t think I do. So do you have a hairbrush or something you could lend me?”

“Hm? Oh yes, of course.” He stepped to the counter and pulled open a drawer with a whole bunch of random things in it. He rummaged around through it a little bit and eventually pulled out a hairbrush, and handed it to me. “Here you are, lovely”
I smiled “Thanks.” And then I started brushing through my hair.