Stars Align; Cedric Diggory

Stars Align; Cedric Diggory

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She was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. She looked up, only to meet the eyes of a handsome boy sporting the Hufflepuff robes. She looked him up and down and smirked before looking at him in the eyes. His eyes were a beautiful grey colour and she swore she saw silver flecked through then. "What do you want?" Cassi questioned. The boy shifted on his feet. "I was just wondering if I could sit here. All the other tables are taken." He motioned to the stack of books in his arms. Cassi eyed them before shrugging. "Whatever. If you must." The boy grinned before setting his books on the table and sitting down. "I'm Cedric Diggory." He said, holding out a hand. Cassi rolled her eyes. "I know who you are, Cedric."
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