Cedric was still in bed but he wasn't asleep. The sun was rising, filling the room with light but he wasn't quite ready to get up. He knew he'd have to soon. Puff needed to be fed and there were things to do but, for now, he was content to stay in bed and watch the light fill the room.

[Open, sure.]

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... )

Cedric arrives early and takes that small thatch of time to sit in the sand and enjoy the quiet sounds of the water and the wind brushing around him. It's warm again and he's finally learned to dress for the weater. Basically, that means he's left his sweater behind this time ( Read more... )

( Poor, poor Jack )

Again, it's early when Cedric wakes up. And, again, he can't manage to fall back to sleep. It's less irritating this morning as he's at least got a workshop that he can prepare for (Of course, he really doesn't know *how* to prepare for said workshop) but he's awake and outside, enjoying the morning air ( Read more... )