Room 420 [Wednesday Night]
Cedric hadn't left his room since yesterday and he had no intention of leaving it anytime soon. The feeling, that undefinable feeling, was creeping up the back of his neck and taking over his mind.
Cedric's entertained the thought that it might be Voldemort, here to take him back to Hogwarts, torture him, kill him.
His one line of defense, his one method of protection was silent, quiet.
He hadn't slept, eyes red rimmed and he didn't plan on sleeping anytime soon.
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Cedric's entertained the thought that it might be Voldemort, here to take him back to Hogwarts, torture him, kill him.
His one line of defense, his one method of protection was silent, quiet.
He hadn't slept, eyes red rimmed and he didn't plan on sleeping anytime soon.
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