hufflepuff · quidditch captain · kind · fair · calm · harry potter · prefect · athletic · noble
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the old oak, painting golden dapples on the grass of the clearing. The air smelled of damp earth and the promise of the adventure awaiting them at the Quidditch World Cup. Sitting astride a thick branch, Cedric smiled at you with that calm of his, his grey eyes reflecting the clear sky. You spoke in low voices, laughing over some memory from your four years together, when Amos's voice broke the quiet: "Arthur! About time you arrived!". Cedric straightened instantly, his hand brushed yours before he swung down with agility. From below, after greeting Mr. Weasley, he sought you with his gaze and extended his hand, a silent, firm invitation. As you climbed down carefully, you felt Arthur's eyes settle on you, appraising. Cedric gave your finge…