Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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The pale morning sun filtered through the frosted windows of the Ravenclaw dormitory as Emerson blinked awake. She stared at the canopy above her bed for a moment, tangled in warmth and indecision.
She sat up slowly, her limbs aching slightly from the awkward Apparition stance they'd all been forced into for an hour the night before. Her hair was a mess. Her throat was dry. Her thoughts were... Chaotic.
Today was the Slytherin versus Hufflepuff Quidditch match. It was the game they were all gearing up for all month. The game Mattheo poured hours of grueling training into.
And yet... It was against Hufflepuff.
It was Cedric's house.
She got dressed slowly, pulling on her warmest winter clothes and brushing out the tangles in her hair as her thoughts spiraled.
Since she met Cedric, the Hufflepuff banner had always been the one she cheered for when Ravenclaw wasn't playing. She had always worn the yellow-and-black scarf without question. Even after his death, especially after. It had been her way of honouring him. She still had his Hufflepuff Quidditch jersey, having worn it to all of his games.
But now...
Mattheo.
She pictured him in his green Quidditch robes. She imagined him grinning arrogantly, his curls windswept and his knuckles bandaged. He was always the most dangerous player on the pitch. She thought about him smirking at her and teasing her in the hallway. Even him kissing her in the courtyard and holding her hand like he didn't want to let go.
The thought of him out there today and flying headfirst into danger, made her stomach twist.
When she made it down to the common room, she stopped dead.
Olivia was already waiting for her by the fire, fastening a familiar green-and-silver scarf around her neck.
Emerson's brows lifted. "Are you seriously wearing Slytherin colours?"
Olivia looked up at her and smiled. "Maybe."
"Is that Theo's scarf by chance?"
Olivia blinked innocently, though her cheeks flushed pink. "Oh, this old thing?"
Emerson raised an eyebrow. "Liv."
"What?" Olivia pulled the green-and-silver scarf tighter around her neck. "It's warm. He gave it to me last week after practice."
"I knew something happened that day," Emerson muttered, eyeing her best friend suspiciously. "You told me he just 'walked you back' to the tower."
"Well... He did," Olivia said quickly, brushing invisible lint from her coat. "After giving me his scarf."
