What Goes Up, Must Come Down #Wattys2016

Chapter 2: I'm Only Speaking the Truth, Cedric Dearest

After the annoyingly long train ride with, as usual, no one to talk to, and thinking, I hop off the Hogwarts Express, thankful not having to go on it for another 9 months, and walk to where the carriage's drag us off to another year of torture at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, my trunk at my heels.

The first carriage that comes my way, I climb onto. I was looking for some more quality time with myself, but you don't always get what you wish for, so of course, only seconds after I got myself situated with another Prophet article, I was interrupted by none other than Cedric Diggory and his little group of Hufflepuff friends.

Now, please don't judge me because I know Cedric Diggory's name. I only know him because he beat Harry Potter in the Quidditch match last year, the match that I had nothing better to do, so I decided to go.

That was a big mistake. It resulted in me hating Cedric

And me swearing to myself that I would never going to another Quidditch match again.

And before you judge me on knowing who Harry Potter is, you'd have to be living under a rock for the past 14 years to not know who he is.

"Hello," Cedric greets me politely as he gets onto the carriage.

I just give him a nod, before returning to my article. He may be a pure-blood, but he's also a blood-traitor, who I do not speak with. He isn't even worthy of my nods, but I decided to be generous today.

"It's Cassiopeia, right?" He asks. Why does everyone say Cassiopeia? It's a mouth full, and makes them sound like my dad. He always calls me Cassiopeia and Cassi. I'd prefer Cass. But Cassiopeia is better than Cassi. Cassi sounds so....sweet. Innocent. American. Stupid. It's an insut to my intelligence to be called Cassi.

"Yup. You're Mr. Incompetent, am I wrong?" I reply, my mind and thoughts mostly consumed in my paper, but I was still able to come up with a worthy insult. Not me best, that's for sure, but it works. I bet Cedric doesn't even know what incompetent means. Stupid Hufflepuffs.

"Er...no. I'm. Ced-ric Digg-or-y." He says slowly, as if I wouldn't be able to catch it if he spoke at a normal pace.

"I know, idiot. Unlike you, I understand sarcasm." I snort, and go back to the Prophet.

"Oh," Cedric says, confusion in his voice. "Well, nice to meet you, miss know-it-all." Wow. That's just sad. Is that seriously the best insult he could come up with? Know-it-all? Honestly, I take pride in being a know it all.

Quickly, I reach into the pocket of my cloak, and pull out a small little notebook with a leather cover. My observations notebook.

But it's not your average observations notebook. I use it to write down anything I see or hear that sounds important or interesting. Everything has a way of coming back. This could be very valuable information. In my first year, I used it for only Professor quotes, was able to put the pieces together the Quirrell wasn't right. Then, in my third year, I decided to write down more that just professor's quotes. But still, I learned that Lupin was a werewolf. Filthy half-breeds.

I also use it to write down funny incidents, so when I'm bored I can just look back at these and have a good laugh.

Okay, call me a stalker. I don't care. My information has always been useful.

My brother, well, technically, Barty is my half-brother, but whatever. His mom died, so my father remarried Barty always (according to Barty's journal that I found the summer before I attended Hogwarts. I got the idea from him, actually) he did something similar, and had the same effect.

"Miss know-it-all." -7th year Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory

I scribble into my notebook.

"What's that?" Cedric asks, peering over my shoulder in attempt to read it.

I slam it shut immediately. "Something that someone with your brain capacity wouldn't understand."

I'm only speaking the truth, Cedric dearest.