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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While Matilda's parents weren't pleased with her returning so late on Sunday night, Cedric wanted to hear everything.
"What did you do? Did you meet them all? Was the food good? I've heard Mrs Weasley can cook really well–"
"Merlin, Cedric! One question at a time!"
It was the next morning, and Cedric had joined Matilda in her room after breakfast to get all the details from her. They sat on her bed, underneath her doona with cups of tea in their laps.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm just too invested in this."
"Yeah, you're more invested than I am. But to answer your first question, I got a house tour. We had lunch. Fred and I chased George around the yard with these little explosive paint things until he forfeited and left us. Then Fred and I turned on each other. We ran out of ammo. Went down to the pond and talked for a while. Came back up to the house. Had dinner. Came home."
Cedric was like a child, hanging on to every single word. "You talked down by the pond, huh?" he asked, raising his hands and mimicking quotation marks.
Matilda whacked him with a pillow, "Yes. We talked, you dirty-minded little shit."
"Mhmm, sure."
"We did!"
"Alright, alright! Don't get violent, woman..." Cedric said as she started punching him in the shoulder. "Let's move on, shall we? Who was there?"
"Only the usual. Percy was out somewhere, probably at the Ministry. George mentioned that Charlie and Bill would be coming home for the Quidditch Cup though," Matilda said, taking a sip from her mug.
"They're going?"
"Yep. Should be fun, won't it?"
"Oh, I can't wait, Tilly. And did Mum tell you we're going to France before then?"
Matilda nodded, "Yeah, but they're hanging around for longer after we come home. Do you know why?"
"Dad mentioned that Grandpa was getting sick...probably stuff to do with the Will or something." Cedric shrugged.
Matilda thought of her grandpa, who was so frail the last time she'd seen him — years ago — and wondered if this would be the last time she saw him. "Sounds about right. Did you ask about Sammy coming over?" Matilda asked, placing her mug on the window sill. "Is she going to visit her family this summer?"
"She said she'd try to come over before she leaves in two weeks. She's only going over for a few weeks this time, unlike last year," Cedric said, looking down.
"Should be good," Matilda hummed. She didn't quite know how to feel about Sammy and Cedric actually dating. It had been fine at school, where she didn't really see them, but at home..."You reckon she'll be able to stay the night?"
