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 ( Read more... )

After coming back from Myth class, Cedric settled into his now green beanbag chair with a book. Puff swam rapidly around his tank, occaisonally pausing to stare at something intently.

[For Hermione]

Cedric had hoped going to class would help take his mind off the revelations he'd heard this morning. It hadn't worked ( Read more... )

Cedric is unpacking. Yes, finally. He hadn't expected to be this busy but, then again, he hasn't been a new student in a very long time. He hadn't brought much, just what he oculd pack in the short time he was given. This, of course, meant shopping sometime soon.

He's never been good at shopping. This could be bad.

[Door's open. Stop by, if ( Read more... )