lies || cedric diggory - under heavy editing

chapter vi

It was too early, Camellia dully noted, reading the notes she had scribbled down earlier. She had to admit that she woke up earlier than anticipated, whether it was the anxiety of the upcoming test or if it was because today was the day of the first task. It was officially starting, the damn tournament that injured far too many to count. Picking up her bag, Camellia makes her way down to the common room. No one was awake yet, or so she thought.

His presence shocked her. He was seated in front of the fire, hands rubbing against one another and his bottom lip in between his teeth. The male was anxious, maybe some sense was probably knocked into him that the tournament was more of a death game than it was for fun. She was debating whether or not she should approach him, tell him it was okay to be scared, but she refrained herself and started to make her way towards the exit as quietly as she possibly could.

Cedric hadn't heard her in the common room, but he smelled her scent and somehow it had calmed him. How he longed to bury his face in those volley of curls and finally be able to get rid of the anxiety for the events later. The soft aroma of apples lingered for a minute even when she left the room. He forgot how strong her fragrance usually clung to the air, especially after a shower. Cedric remembered the pleasent memory of pressing his face against her skin, sniffing away like a drug addict.

Exactly, he gritted his teeth and thought of how she was exactly like a drug to him. She would always leave him shaking, always leave him hungry for his dose everytime. Camellia's heart nearly dropped when the flask of orange juice almost toppled over. She wasn't exactly as swift and as agile, she was clumsy and could probably trip over nothing. So when she had finally knocked on the barrels in a rhythmic manner, she released the breath she had been holding and walked for the common room, hoping that Cedric hadn't bothered to leave just yet.

"You should eat, you look like a ghost, Ced."

Cedric nearly jumped in his seat, his eyes landing on the female that stood with a tray in front of him. His hands that were burning due to the friction and his lips stinging from his bites finally got the break they deserved.

"Eat breakfast with me, yeah? Just so I could keep my mind off of your deadly stance for an hour." she light-heartedly scolded and began to pull the coffee table that was sitting between two love-seats at the corner.

He didn't answer but looked at the plate she had brought back from the kitchen. It nearly made his mouth water at the sight of the shirred eggs, grilled ham, croissants, raspberries and cream, and a flask of orange juice along with a small jar of jam and butter sitting to the side.

"I missed waking up to this." Cedric mumbled and picked up one crossoint from the plates.

"You mean waking up on the roof or on a rather decent place like our couch?" Camellia added earning a laugh from her companion. "I had to ask the elves for something you were familiar with, Curtis would probably go mental if he finds out we were eating this without him."

He laughed again and broke the pastry in half, instantly being enveloped in a homey scent of butter and bread served fresh on a white table. Cedric recalled how Camellia and Curtis's mother would always have a meal ready for them whenever he came to visit. So the smell of food was always so welcoming to him. His mother wasn't one for cooking, she would rather ask a house elf to cook because she wasn't particularly the domestic type. The house never smelled like freshly baked biscuits when he came home or eggs and bacon in the morning, there wouldn't be a chocolate stained apron hanging on the kitchen door. It was never the same, and he had missed that. He had missed the Donovan's house.

"Ced, hey, look at me for a minute." Camellia's voice was heavy with worry, and when he obeyed, her eyes held the same emotion. "God, you're so pale, look at you, your lips are bleeding."