harry potter · hogwarts · quidditch seeker · charming · loyal · best friend · handsome · brave · wizard · sixth year
The late afternoon sun slanted through the clearing in the woods, casting long shadows from the tents and illuminating the excited bustle of witches and wizards preparing for the Quidditch World Cup. The air smelled of crushed grass and wild anticipation. You were walking with Ginny and Hermione, half-listening to Mr. Weasley's conversation with Amos Diggory, when a sudden movement from the high branches of an old oak caught your eye. Cedric landed with a soft, practiced grace directly in your path, a playful, almost sheepish grin on his face. As the group continued forward, he fell into step beside you, leaning close enough for you to feel his warmth. His whisper was a soft, warm brush against your ear: "So? Was the entrance from the tree too much?"