❝I WOULD TRAVEL TO
ANOTHER TIMELINE
JUST TO SEE YOU SMILE. ❞
between stolen glances with a
certain redhead, detentions,
snarky slytherins, and strange
occurrences, priscilla roberts
is in for a crazy first year at Hogwarts.
[fred weasley x fem...
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♫ sweater weather
- the neighbourhood
"'cause it's too cold
for you here..."
Content Warning at the end of the chapter.
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Nitara and Cedric couldn't wipe the smiles off their faces when Priscilla walked into the Diggory Cottage with the Weasleys. She was even wearing one of the iconic hand-knit sweaters Molly Weasley sews her children because her sweater had been covered in soot and flour.
She looked effortlessly sour and unamused.
"There you are, Ms. Roberts!" Amos Diggory, Cedric's father called from where he sat on the armchair. "We were wondering when you'd show!"
Nitara and Cedric started chuckling out loud so they had to cover their mouths to hide their complete betrayal.
"At least she was in good company, eh Amos?" Arthur called, walking over to his friend with a bottle of gifted wine in his hands for the occasion.
Molly rushed to bring the pie, which was still piping hot, into the kitchen for Cedric's mother. Everybody else dispersed and made their introductions to the other party-goers.
In attendance that night were dozens of witches and wizards Priscilla had never seen before. A good handful were neighbors, like the Lovegood and Weasley family, but others were Amo's work friends and blood relations. It was a crowded room filled with excitement for Cedric's Tournament propserity. Posters and flyers of him were plastered to the wall, along with Prophet snippets Mrs. Diggory had saved of Cedric's skill and pinashe. A huge photo of the dragon covered in pumpkin seed was framed over the mantlepiece.
Harry just smiled awkwardly and sipped his pumpkin juice in the corner.
"Hello everyone," Luna Lovegood said as she strolled over to all her classmates. "Would anyone care for a smoke? My father grows weed in our garden, it's quite enjoyable."
"YES," Ron and Priscilla said in unison, making the group laugh.
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Cedric's mother also had a beautiful garden overlooking the vast greenery of Ottery St Catchpole. In the middle of their yard was a handsome gazebo littered with twinkling lights and festive garlands, which is where all the students stowed away for a quick hit of the Lovegood strain.
