❛ THE DARKEST HOUR OF THE DARKEST DAY
COMES RIGHT BEFORE THE DAWN. ❜
in which a certain weasley twin enlists
the help of a hufflepuff prefect.
𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂
― george weasley x oc
― goblet...
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CEDRIC DIGGORY: TRIWIZARD CHAMPION. Wren has to admit that it sounds pretty badass. Not the kicking-arse kind of badass though, but the type of badass that got your spirits high and ready to conquer the world. The everyone in the school now knows your name kind of badass.
She wants to say its not getting to her head. It definitely is.
Being best friends with a Triwizard champion certainly has its perks. Everyone's a whole lot nicer to her than they used to be (even the Slytherins, most of whom weren't nice to anyone outside their house, aren't cooing at Pretty boy Diggory and his goody-two-shoes friends anymore. Maybe it's because there rivalry with Gryffindor is far more prevalent and, it's clear to see, Harry Potter is taking the brunt of it. Which is sad because, of what she's spoken to Harry, during summers and time spent with the Weasleys, he doesn't deserve any of it). She's also spotted the professors giving her a little break from answering questions during class, probably because she sits next to Cedric in most of the classes they share and he's basically being given a free ride through sixth year. Unsurprising, seeing as he might face imminent doom in the first task.
Not that they've thought about it like that, though. There are moments, when Cedric doesn't think anyone's looking, he wears the brightest grin — like his heart is ready to jump from his chest, do a small jig around his body, and then explode. Wren and Anna think it's cute. Icarus thinks it's lame.
"If I were champion and had to go up against the literal best seeker in the world," Icarus says one lunch when they're sat out in the courtyard, "I'd probably sabotage them... or spy on their training."
Cedric's head is on her lap and when he laughs she can feel in reverberate up her body. "That's why you're not a champion."
"Yeah, yeah, you don't need to remind me," Icarus says again, sticking out his tongue afterwards.
"You're not the champion," Wren teases, taking her hands off from Cedric's shoulders to poke her other friend in the chest.
"Fuck off—"
"—You're not the champion!"
"Wren, shut up or I'll—"
"Have you guys seen this?" says a mellow voice behind them.
Cedric sits up and Wren turns, only to see Arran, her brother, and Anna clutching a few Daily Prophets and a small bag that bulges at the sides. Arran's Ravenclaw uniform is scruffy and Wren can tell from the way he's panting that he must have ran from his common room to get here. She sees him react to her sisterly glare, used to that lingering warning sat on the tip of her tongue, and brush down the crumples in his shirt, sighing.
