I never liked to get to lesson with the Gryffindor's early. Although I'd overcome the whole Rosie obsession, I still liked to try and impress her. I guess it's just instinct really. But today, when I swanned into Charms five minutes late, and looked over to Rosie to give her my usual cheeky grin, her seat was empty. I immediatley looked towards George, who knew exactley what I was doing. He had his arm around that Angelina cow, so I didn't know why he was looking at me like that.
I noticed a seat next to Lene, who looked drip white and her hands were sweating. She wasn't fumbling with the corner of her text book as Flitwick chattered away at the front, not even noticing my arrivial. She slowly noticed my presence, and glared at me, before rushing out of the room, with her hand over her mouth, bits of sick darting from the side of her mouth as she ran.
Fred Weasley shot up from the other side of the room, but was pulled back down by George, who looked equally as alarmed. I got there befor him, and shot out of the room.
"Diggory?' Flitwicks voice echo'd as I dashed out the room after Dumethdore. I needed to find out where Rosie was.
"Abilene?" I shouted after I ran after her. I was a seeker, I could run if I wanted to. My dad makes me train constantly; he thinks I'm going to end up pro.
She shot into the girls toilet. I wasn't an expert where the boys toilet, but I knew that boys weren't meant to go into them, and that this particular toilet was occupied by none other than moaning Mrytle.
I swolled my pride and dashed into the toilet after her. I pulled my jumper over my mouth as I heard the noise of vomiting coming from one of the end cubicles.
"Ooooohhh!" Said Mrytle as I came into her view. "She's being sick in my bathroom!"
I ignored the ghost, and dashed towards her.
The smell of vomit hit me like a tonne of bricks and I gagged slightly.
'Where's Rosie?" I said.
"You serious?" She shouted between a mouthful of sick. "I'm so stressed out I'm vomitting into Mrytle's toilet, and all you give a shit about is precious Rosetta?"
"But you're her best friend?" I said, taken a back slightly. I remembered Lene to be much nicer than she was being currently.
"And she's not here!" she basically screamed. "I always wondered why she always chose George over you. You seemed to shower her with constant gifts, do anything for her, hug her, kiss her, love her. You're one of the best looking and most popular lads in our year. Well I guess they're not everything. At least Georgie's got a brain."
"Shut up." I whispered with a hiss, my eyes growing wide. I wish my eyes would turn red like Rosie's; would look so much more fierce.
"She's down the lake probbaly feeling sorry for herself." she said, before throwing up again. "that's the only person she cares about, herself. Don't believe any different."
At this point I was done with Abilene. I shot a quick smell, smashing the wall in anger before fleeing out of the toilets and heading down to the lake.
And there she was. Slumped under the willow tree, asleep. She was still in her swimming costume, and her entire body was blue. I knelt down beside her, pulling her shoulders onto my lap and stroking her hair.
"Rosie." I whispered, watching her eyes breifly open.
"Cedric..." she whispered. "I want to go home."
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The Wand Makers Apprentice
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