Room 420 [Saturday Morning]
At precisely the exact time, Cedric Diggory, Quidditch player extraordinaire, extremely intelligent and all around important student, and best looking in the world, woke up. He never woke up early and he never woke up late. Everything was exactly right, all the time.
That's what it was like to be Cedric Diggory.
As he vaulted out of bed with an athletic grace given to him by supremely good genes, his hair fell exactly into place and he didn't look tired at all. Such was the life of one Cedric Diggory.
He dressed slowly, taking the time to treasure the clothing that was made from the best material in the land. Cedric Diggory didn't own any mirrors. One did not need to own mirrors when one looked this dashing.
Grabbing his room (also the best in the land and never having any wear and tear), Cedric Diggory looked out the window to the world that was just waiting for him to exist in it.
"Cedric Diggory approves of this day."
[Hello Cedric Stu, nice to meet you. Open, of course.]
That's what it was like to be Cedric Diggory.
As he vaulted out of bed with an athletic grace given to him by supremely good genes, his hair fell exactly into place and he didn't look tired at all. Such was the life of one Cedric Diggory.
He dressed slowly, taking the time to treasure the clothing that was made from the best material in the land. Cedric Diggory didn't own any mirrors. One did not need to own mirrors when one looked this dashing.
Grabbing his room (also the best in the land and never having any wear and tear), Cedric Diggory looked out the window to the world that was just waiting for him to exist in it.
"Cedric Diggory approves of this day."
[Hello Cedric Stu, nice to meet you. Open, of course.]