"Do I smile or..." she asked.
"Smile! It looks good on you!" Cedric answered quickly, without hesitation.
The Gryffindor looked down and blushed.
+ on hold
(goblet of fire ~ deathly hallows)
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It's been a week since the second task took place, and the two Gryffindors were hanging out in their dorm room, both of them doing their own thing. Tayla suddenly turned to Aria and asked, "Hey, can we talk about that letter?"
Aria closed her sketch book and turned her head, "Yeah, I guess." Tayla was waiting patiently for her best friend to continue.
"Remember when we were sitting on the train home, before Christmas break, I said my head was hurting?Well it only got worse throughout the next few days. On the New Years Eve, me, Ginny and mom were preparing dinner and my head suddenly started pounding and I couldn't see anything. They helped me lay down, and when they went to get dad, I started to shake, surprisingly Percy is quite fond in healing so he helped me, later on he said it was a panic attack."
Aria looked down, Tayla sat beside her and took her hand, "Again? But I thought you didn't have them anymore?"
"I thought that too, this was the first one after the last summer."
Tayla hugged her, "I'm sorry you have to go through this. If something is wrong, please tell me, I want to help you."
"Thank you, Tay."
-
Aria had spent many evenings with Cedric in the Library over the past week. O.W.L. exams were fast approaching and many fifth and seventh years were found in weird places, sleep deprived and starving, trying to cram for their subjects.
History of Magic and Astronomy were the two exams Aria was dreading the most, she wasn't good at remembering facts.
She had her compulsory careers meeting with Professor McGonagall, revealing she was on track to become an Auror with her grades.
Cedric flipped through some of her flashcards, "What year was the Soap Blizzard?"
"1378."
He smiled, flipping the flashcards, "What year was the Gargoyle Strike?"
Aria wracked her brain, trying to cast her mind back to Binn's lecture on the subject. "1912."
The flashcards flipped, "Ooh, 1911."
She groaned, leaning back against the wall, "I'm never going to remember all these dates! I've got 7 right out of 23!"
"You're stressing yourself out."
"It's not like I've got exams or something." She quipped.
Cedric smiled, "I know, but you're Aria Weasley! You are going to do great!"
