italicized means words spoken in french
The following day, a memorial service was held for Cedric. His father, Mr. Diggory, was seated in the front. His soft sobs can be heard all of over the hall. I couldn't help but cry as well.
It is a good and warm day, the morning air outside is cool and humid. And I didn't want to go back to the Pyrenees to only never go back here again.
After the memorial service, everyone had gathered into the courtyard to say their last goodbye's. I didn't want to say goodbye yet. It was too early for that.
"Do you really have to go back? You can just stay here. Ride the train with us back to London and don't go back there." Pansy cried as she clinged onto my arm once again. I chuckled softly as I turned to face her.
"Since the school year is over. Summer is coming by. I can always tell my father to take us on a trip to London." I smiled, fixing her short pixie cut. "I might tell my father to extend my vacation." I then pulled Pansy into a tight hug and then pulling away.
"Take care on your way, Carpentier. 'Twas fancy meeting you." Blaise says and then we hugged each other. After Blaise, I turned to hug Crabbe, Goyle and Millicent. But there was someone who haven't bid my farewells to.
Draco was standing in the far corner, away from everyone. Resting his back on stone walls with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a sad expression painted on his face. I made my way over to him, my heart breaking into a thousand pieces that I couldn't believe that I'll be leaving him.
"This is not our last, ma cherie." I softly spoke to him.
And to my surprise, he held me in his arms and locked his lips in mine. Kissing them softly and passionately. I'm going to miss him. I'm going to miss every midnight rendezvous we had. All the across the hall stares, our small dates inside the castle. And all those other times we've spent together. I was going to miss all those.
And I am not yet ready to make all those just a distant memory. Not at least, to me.
"I love you, ma cherie"
"I love you too, darling"
And with that, I locked my lips with his one last time before I heard Madame Maxime call out for me.
Somewhere in Chantilly, Frace, at the Carpentier chateau, two people exchanged not so good expressions on their faces inside the working room. What kept them from throwing various objects was the red wine in between them.
"Today marks Hugo's last day of school." Pierre spoke, turning his body to look outside the window. Admiring the pink cherry blossoms that were blooming in his wife's garden.
"He is just a boy. My boy!" Claudette hissed under her breath. Her eyes swollen as she had cried all night.
Never once did she imagined that he would ask her only son to take part in his ranks. Her plans of sending them far away were long gone. No sooner, he would ask for her only daughter.
"He asked for it! We cannot fail on him!"
"He's just a boy!" Claudette screamed on top of her lungs. She couldn't bare take it.
"If we do not bring him, none of us will be left. What is there for us left?" Pierre spoke calmly. He turned and walked towards Claudette, holding her shoulders before nudging them softly.
As of today, with Hugo graduating from Durmstrang with high marks, it only seemed fitting that he joined one of his ranks. Along with his mother and father. Claudette thought running back to France fifteen years ago was the solution. Never did she thought that somehow, they would find their way to her and her family.
After a long moment of silence, Claudette picked herself up. Wiping the tears that stained her cheeks away. Pierre watching her.
"Take Hugo. But not Clarity."
And with that she left the study room.
