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RP: "Never fear shadows. They simply mean there is light shining nearby."

May 02, 2008 12:24

Date: May 2, 2003
Character(s): Cedric Diggory and James Potter
Location: Beedle Bar
Status: Private
Summary: It wasn't until morning that James and Cedric talk about what happened.
Completion: Complete

( It often requires more courage to dare to do right than to fear to do wrong. )

may 2003, place: beedle bar, cedric diggory, james potter

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anon_james May 2 2008, 16:56:34 UTC

James had decided the morning called for a little more than Butterbeer, so he had in his hand a glass of Firewhiskey. He'd been sitting in the Beedle Bar for at least an hour, nursing the one drink and thinking about what had occured in the maze the previous evening ( ... )

anon_cedric May 2 2008, 17:05:10 UTC

Cedric took his butterbeer that was placed in front of him and drank deeply. "We didn't really get a chance to talk after the maze," he said innocently, letting James decided if he wanted to know what Cedric had saw. Cedric wasn't sure he wanted to know what James say. But really it had to be better than Harry attacking him and saying what a horrible father James was, right? Surely.

He noted the Firewhiskey. Wasn't it early for heavy drinking? Cedric wondered, but pushed the criticism aside. The man had more on his mind, surely, than when it was appropriate to drink heavy alcohol or not. He ran his hand through his hair nervously. Now that he was looking at James he wondered how he could never not know that James was Harry's father. They had the same messy hair, the same facial structure. Harry took after his father, but for his green eyes. Cedric for a moment was taken back that he knew that Harry had green eyes. Wasn't that took much to know? But no. He had talked to Harry on several occasions and even remembered hearing gaggles ( ... )

anon_james May 2 2008, 17:18:55 UTC

"I guess not," he said, looking back to his drink. Because he'd been nursing the same one since he arrived, he wasn't anywhere near drunk enough to pass out, or even to make a fool of himself. Maybe it was still a little early for heavy drinking; he didn't care much. Sirius would be proud.

"I don't know what that thing thinks it's playing at," he muttered, referring to the creature who ran Annwn and had sent them into the maze. "Who wants to see things like that?" Maybe not everyone had seen bad things. Maybe some people had seen their partner's happiest memory or most cherished hope.

James glanced at Cedric. "I'm not too proud to admit I'm afraid of what you saw."

anon_cedric May 2 2008, 17:26:31 UTC

Cedric looked at him. "Weaver. It's all a game to him. I don't care what she says, it's all a game to Weaver. I wouldn't be surprised if he was as evil as Voldemort." When he said she, he had forgotten that James would have no idea who he was referring to. Wanting to keep James oblivious, he continued hurriedly, "But I wanter what people saw. I know what I saw."

The question came out easily, making because he felt that James couldn't have seen anything worse than he had. "What did you see?" Oddly, his came out in a near whisper. Looking at James' glass, he longed for a heavier drink, but not just was it too early if he would give in, but he had swore off anything heavier than Butterbeer. When he was drink Firewhiskey so frequently, he hadn't been himself. He had been depressed and self-pitying. He had a chance at life again, he sure as hell wasn't going to screw it up by becoming a drunk.

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