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— june 1995 —
IT WAS the day of the final task. Unlike the two previous tasks, all the champions knew what the final task consisted of. The maze to the Triwizard Cup.
Everyone was joyous and celebrating as they sat in the stand. They were split into four groups. Those supporting Fleur, those supporting Viktor, those supporting Harry and those supporting Cedric.
Priscilla, like her classmates from Beauxbatons, stand in the stand for Fleur. Finn Sparrow was next in Krum's section, next to him was Katie in Harry's section. Fred and George were sat on the end of Harry's row, close to the start of Cedric's. In Cedric's corner sat, Lorelei, Troy, Jesse and Zola — all on the front row and cheering along with the school song. Zola was even holding up Cedric's Quidditch jersey that he lent to her for the occasion.
Amos ran out with a large grin as he welcomed his son onto the opening. Everyone cheered as Cedric came into view. Yet he only had his eyes on Zola. She cheered, waving his jersey in the air proudly as he winked at her.
Next was Fleur and the Beauxbatons began chanting their own school song in her honour. Next out was Viktor, then finally Harry — yet he looked slightly terrifed as Dumbledore spoke to him privately.
Cedric excused himself from his father and quickly jogged up to the stand's barrier, near his friends. He lent up in front of Zola. "Give me a kiss good luck?" He asked with a cheeky grin. Their friends around them whistle at his words, causing a blush to flush over Zola's face. She lowered the yellow and black shirt to her lap and leaned down to press a small to Cedric's lips.
It was only meant to be a short peck but Cedric's hand found solace on the back of her head, keeping her secured to his lips. Zola began to smile uncontrollably against his mouth, causing one to grow on his too. Her delicate hands travelled from her lap to trail up his arms, to eventually end at his shoulders.
Cedric pulled away reluctantly yet there was still a boyish grin plastered to his lips. He winked once more, leaned back down. "I think that should be plenty of luck, thanks, love."
