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[Okay, this might be pretty confusing, but you don't have your handwriting here. You just copy someone else's and write them down.]
[You and Cerdric are in the same year.]
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"Miss [Last Name], I want to talk to you right now."
Professor McGonagall said as you are about to head out of the Transfiguration class. Her tone is quite unhappy and disappointed. Her lips are just like everytime, like a thin line. You sighed and placed your rucksack down, and followed her to her desk. She sat down and held out a roll of parchment, your assigned homework that she collected before she started her lessons.
"Please explain this, as I think you make Mr. Diggory do your homework. Look, the handwritings are so alike!"
You took the parchment, and examined it. Professor McGonagall is right, they are identical. But who is Diggory? You just copied the handwriting on the mail that you received from your pen pal, and he never says his name, but it's okay, you never said yours too, so you are equal. Could it be him?
You never knew that he could be wizard. He is very secretive, but you knew that he is a male.
"Diggory?"
"Yes, Miss [Last Name]. Cedric Diggory. The same year as you, the Captain and Seeker of Hufflepuff Quidditch Team."
You've got nothing to say. There is a chance that he is your pen pal, the one that you've writing with for years. A wizard.
Minutes later, you were greeted by a handsome man with a Hufflepuff crest on his robes. He is pale, he has brown hair, with a sweet smile that adorns his face.
"Mr. Diggory, tell me with honesty, did Miss [Last Name] made you her own homework?"
The Hufflepuff student shook his head no, his luscious, brown hair swaying.
"No, Professor. I only saw her today. I promise I never did it."
Professor McGonagall nodded, but not utterly convinced. She walked to her desk, pulled out a roll of parchment, tore it into two and laid it across the each of you.
"I need proof. Write your names on this, and show if you two are not lying. You know I don't tolerate cheaters."
You sighed, pulled out a quill and ink, and also saw the Diggory guy writing. You saw him writing his name, with the same handwriting you've been reading from the mails your pen pal sent.
It sucks to not have handwriting, just like not having a personality.
Your mind said as you are writing with his penmanship. You hated this, you always get accused of cheating and more.
"I'm done."
The two of you said at the same time, alerting the strict professor. She turned around, and picked up the parchment. She hummed, then said,
"I apologise, Miss [Last Name] and Mr. Diggory. You two are innocent. You may go now."
You nodded and got out of the classroom immediately with him.
"Hey. [Last Name], right?"
Diggory called, attempting to start a conversation with you.
"Yes, but I prefer [Name]. What's yours?"
He held out his hand for you to shake, and introduced himself.
"Cedric Diggory."
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After some exchanges of questions and answers, you blurted out,
"I have a pen pal that I have been writing with for years. He's got the same handwriting as yours."
His head snapped back at you with an surprised expression, eyes wide.
"Really? I have one too!"
You dug in your rucksack, and later showed up with envelopes that you carried with yourself everytime.
After seeing this, his head shot up and hugged you, tight. Same stamps, same messages, everything. It's him.
"Nice to finally meet you personally."
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Dude, come on. I never opened the requests for you to ignore. Request anything but not smut.
