She was a misfit, he was a git.
Matilda Diggory enters her fifth year of school, ready to remain as under the radar as possible, only there's a catch. She's somehow managed to catch the eye of a particularly annoying redhead, who seems hell-bent on...
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Despite the shock of being invited over to the Weasley's house, Matilda managed to close the store and get home safely that night. She was welcomed home to a marvellous summer roast, full of the best roasted potatoes in the world. That was probably the only thing Matilda loved about her mum — she knew how to cook.
It was nice to see Cedric again, but it was clear that they had grown in separate ways over the past year, hardly keeping up with each other. It felt like she was on the same page as her parents as he updated them all on his life – including his relationship with Sammy. Instantly, eyes had shifted to her when this was announced. They were all wondering how she felt about it, but not even Matilda really knew.
She wasn't best friends with Sammy anymore, and as much as that hurt, they both knew they had grown apart. And neither of them were bitter, thankfully. So, Matilda didn't entirely mind that Cedric and Sammy were dating. There were worse people out there.
She could tell Cedric was relieved by that, and his shoulders relaxed once he knew Matilda wasn't holding a grudge against him. That was until he directed the conversation towards her, commenting on her sightings with the Weasley twins.
"Well, Matilda has been hanging around with the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan, so I'm afraid I haven't been able to catch her many times this last term."
Catherine's eyebrows raised so high Matilda feared they would disappear into her hairline, "The Weasley boys? I thought I told you they were trouble."
Matilda felt her pulse quicken at the sharpness of her mother's voice. She cleared her throat and took a sip from her glass, "Oh, they're not that bad once you get to know them, Mum. George is actually quite sweet, I'd say he's a version of Cedric but more fun."
"Hey!" Cedric argued, laughing. "I'm fun."
"Yeah, and I'm Marilyn Monroe," Matilda scoffed, rolling her eyes with a smirk. Still, she snuck a wary look at Catherine, noting the absence of a furrowed brow, and quietly released the breath she'd been holding.
"Are these Arthur's boys?" Amos asked, perching forward with his elbows on the table.
"Yes," Catherine nodded, "the ones who are responsible for Molly and Arthur's greying hair."
Amos laughed, "Oh! Arthur has told me lots of things about them when our paths cross at the Ministry. They've certainly got creative minds, that's for sure."
"That they do," Matilda said, glancing back at her mother to see how she felt about it.
Catherine didn't appear impressed, but she wasn't upset either. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin and stood up, "Well, I'm glad you're finding your place, Matilda."
"Thanks," Matilda replied, not sure what her mother meant by that. She bit her lip, building the courage to ask about going to the Weasley's house the next day. "Uh, so I served Mrs Weasley at the paper shop today, actually."
