Chapter 1
Sixth-year was approaching way too soon for your liking, and over that particularly long summer you had forgotten that school was going to come around eventually, and unfortunately, that meant all the drama that came with it. Last year had been well, interesting to say the least.
“Oi Bell!” Some arms roughly shook you from the warmth that was your bed, your eyes adjusting to the bright light that seeped through the sheer curtains of your room. You lay in your pyjamas, reluctant to be fully awake when the duvet that covered your body was so..enticing. You heard a groan come from somewhere above you before the safety of your blanket was ripped off your body. That meant there was no going back to sleep.
“Fine..fine I’m up don’t have a tantrum” You swung your legs over the bedspread and looked up at the blonde locks of your best friend, who was dressed and ready to go out, a scowl on her clear face. “ You don’t want to miss the train, do you? get up and dressed now.” She threw your clothes towards the bed you put them on, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
Every September 1st it always goes the same way, Annie dragging you out of the house to get in your mum’s car to drive you to kings cross station. Since you slept in for 3 hours on the first day of the third year, Annie had been there every morning to wake you up. It was tedious, but once you arrived at the station you were always fully awake. Stepping through the barriers of the station, you wore some faded jeans (true religions) that hung low on your hips and a shirt with the words “von dutch” printed on the front that was not cropped but exposed your midriff slightly. Your brown hair was pulled into two high plaited pigtails with thin ribbons holding them together, light makeup making you look more awake for the first day of the sixth year.
“Have a good year girls! Don’t get into too much trouble okay?” Your muggle mother turned to you with a smile on her face “And bel? at least try not to get into any fights this year? I love you, angel. Don’t forget to write!” She waved at you both, a light summer dress falling to her knees with a forest green cardigan wrapped around her shoulders. Your mum was sweet, she had come to terms with your acceptance to Hogwarts, and supported you in everything. She wrote letters about what she did on the weekends without you, and although you felt bad leaving her alone each term, she had the dog to keep her company and the letters you sent back. Your dad was out of the picture..sort of. He sent you things sometimes, letters. But he had a new family now and you weren’t his concern. Growing up with just a mother was all you needed.
She smiled softly at you both as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of platform 9 3/4, Annie putting away all your suitcases in the compartment that you shared. After the train pulled out of the station and was on its way, you turned to face her grinning, and sat down on one of the couches. “Told you we wouldn’t miss it. I’ve perfected being on time it’s like I don’t even need your help anymore.” She rolled her eyes and continued putting her things away. “You’re acting like I’m not the reason you’re awake right now”
“Excuses, excuses, just accept defeat at this point” You laughed as she sat down opposite you, legs crossed over on the plush seat. Your best friend had green eyes and blond hair down to her shoulders. You had called her Rapunzel once in the first year and it kind of just stuck. She wore a short denim skirt and her boyfriend’s oversized quidditch jersey that let only a small part of her skirt peek out from underneath, the sleeves enveloping her arms. Annie and her boyfriend had met last year and matched instantly, you liked them together but jealously still crossed your mind, the boy you liked had been your friend for years and made no effort to make the relationship anything more. No matter, you were happy for Annie, she was kind and sweet, and always had a smile for everyone. After meeting on the first day of school you ended up sticking together year after year. Annie shifted on her seat and looked towards the door every few seconds while you chatted, her blue eyes moving from you to the door, to her lap where she held the chocolate frogs you had brought for the journey.
“You should go and find him”
You knew that she wanted to find the boy that she hadn’t seen since parting with at the beginning of summer, but didn’t want to leave her friend alone on the train for the rest of the journey. Annie’s head whipped up at you, her eyes lingering on you for a second before sighing and shaking her head. She looked back down at her slender hands that rested on her lap, picking at her nailbeds.
“It’s fine, I don’t want to leave you, I’ll see him when we get there.”
“’ Punzel just go, ill be fine, I’ve got the walkman and I’ll take the time to catch up on sleep, he wants to see you too I just know it”. You grinned at the smiling girl in front of you who jumped up from her position to wrap her arms around your slouched figure before practically skipping out of the compartment. You smiled at your lovesick friend before getting up to reach the walkman from your bag. In your second year, your mum gave it to you to listen to music at school, but as soon as you got back to Hogwarts you spent weeks perfecting a charm making it so you could listen to any song that you wanted without needing the tape. It was still the most practical spell you ever learned. Unfortunately, on that September first, the bag that held the small music player was pushed too far back above the seats. Alone in the carriage, you stretched your arm and stood on your tiptoes in an attempt to reach it.
“fucks sake” the nearly illegible words grumble out your mouth while you strained to try and reach the Walkman.
“you having some trouble there Mary?”
A smirk displayed on his lips, a certain redhead was leaned up against the doorframe of your carriage, surveying your figure as you stopped reaching and rolled your eyes at his voice. Fred Weasley was the teasing type, something you had been continuously on the receiving end of since you met him last year. He was already in his Gryffindor uniform, excluding the crimson-lined robe. His school jumper was tight on his torso in just the right way, his untucked shirt sticking out messily underneath it. The sleeves of his jumper were rolled up to reach his elbows, exposing the freckled forearms that hung by his side. Fred’s fiery red hair was short and in a mess, like he had just pulled the woolen jumper over it, a single curl just sitting above his eye. Fred Weasley carried himself in a particular way, and if he hadn’t been himself, you might have noticed how attractive he was. His hands sat in the pockets of those grey trousers in a way that only a Weasley twin could make look good. To your dismay, the redhead was rather tall, meaning he could easily have reached what you wanted, but giving him that kind of satisfaction wasn’t something you’d do. Instead, you ignored the last part of his sentence.
“You know I hate when you call me that Weasley”
He grinned and shrugged his shoulders, pushing himself off the frame. “I think it rather suits you, Mary, what do you think George?” As Fred was speaking, George had come into view and stepped into the carriage, his arms full of sweets from the cart as he sat down on the couch, without any prompt whatsoever. “I wholeheartedly agree Freddie” His head nodded at you “Hey Mary, you look like Pippi Longstocking”.
“There’s no way you even know who that is George”
You sat back down, giving up on the failed attempts to reach your walkman, there seemed to be no point now that you were no longer alone.
“Sure I do, I know things.”
You sit down with your back leaned against the wall in the corner of the carriage, knees up in front of you. You didn’t bother to respond. Seeing the twins in their uniform reminded you to get changed, but there would be time for that later because as you sat down Angelina Johnson walked in.
“Bel!” She ran up to you and tackled you in an uncomfortable hug, the Gryffindor robe that hung heavily off her shoulders draping over your body. Her hugs were tight and warm, you hadn’t seen her at all over the summer, and only a few letters had been sent between you and the chaser. You had met at practice, and both being chasers the friendship between you just felt right.
“Ange!” You squealed and hugged her back tightly, wrinkling her perfectly ironed uniform in your grip.
“I missed you! I thought I wouldn’t see you until after the feast”
You could only just make out her words as her face was on your shoulder facing away. Before responding, George Weasley’s voice rose above yours. He and Fred had been watching the interaction between you and their fellow Gryffindor, eyebrows raised.
“Hate to break this up, but don’t forget the party tonight, Gryffindor common room okay? It’s gonna be our biggest one yet”. He grinned at that, insinuating something that the nodding Fred only seemed to understand. You broke apart from Angelina who took her seat next to you and muttered some approval of her being there. Had something happened between her and the twins? You planned to remind yourself to ask her about it later and replied to the invitation.
“Don’t you two say that every single year? And then it’s just the same party that ends after some idiot starts a fight?”
“Isn’t that idiot usually yourself Mary?”
You gave Fred a look of annoyance, your voice laced with sarcasm “Very funny Weasley, but not this year, I promised my mother I’d not get into any fights and I plan to stand by it”
“I specifically remember you saying that last year, and if I can remember correctly” he paused to act like he was pondering over some kind of lost thought. “You punched Rowle the next day?”
You scoffed out a “whatever” in irritation at his smart answer and said nothing in response. Fred Weasley was the bane of your existence. He knew all too well how irritating his teasing comments and nicknames were to you, and that only pushed him on further. You knew your reactions were exactly what he wanted to get out of his jokes, but you couldn’t help but want to hex him every time he opened his mouth, or better yet, punch him. The twins were identical through and through, but their differences were obvious if you stuck around them long enough. It wasn’t that you wanted to be around them, but somehow they were always showing up like you couldn’t escape from the redheads. It was Fred who pissed you off the most though, you and George had a small heart to heart alone in fifth year, and ever since then his teasing had toned down, and a mutual friendship and understanding had blossomed between you both.
After 10 minutes of chatting to Ange about the upcoming quidditch season, noticing her glares at the twin’s small responses, which was unusual for Johnson, you got up to reach for the Hufflepuff uniform that you packed hastily this morning. Annie had told you to pack the night before but somehow that sense of emergency only kicked in an hour before you needed to be at the station, which is how you handled everything. Instead of embarrassing yourself trying to get down the case, which you knew very well you couldn’t reach, you asked Angelina for help. The chaser was slightly taller than you, not that you were short, the case was just high up, and she agreed to help almost instantly. The moment she got up and began pulling down the case, the comment you were expecting came out of Fred Weasley’s mouth, who had just been talking to George about some kind of new stupid invention they were coming up with together. When you stood, his attention turned to you and he opened his mouth.
“don’t you-”
“No, I don’t want your help Weasley, I didn’t ask and I don’t need to.”
He didn’t respond and a playful smile was set on his face, you hadn’t even turned around to shut him up and that was almost a better reaction than he was expecting. Angelina handed you your uniform and smiled at you before offering to come with you, the perfect time to talk about whatever was going on between her and the twins. Fred’s eyes had not come off you as you turned around to face him before leaving the compartment.
“And for the last fucking time it’s Bella. Push your luck one more time and it’ll be Isabella. Got it?”
You gave an insincere smile to him as your eyes locked, and not bothering to wait for an answer, you and Angelina left the carriage but the words that came out of Fred’s mouth carried through the corridor and were perfectly loud enough for you to hear.
“Yeah, I think I get it, Mary!”
Ignoring the comment, you and Angelina walked together to the large bathroom where you would get changed. She had seen you changed many times before quidditch, so it wasn’t uncomfortable for you to get undressed in front of her. You started up the conversation, but before you could even start it was clear she knew what the question was going to be. Her walk was heavy, Angelina Johnson didn’t drag her feet, but somehow here she was in front of you, eyes to the ground, feet dragging across the carpeted train. It jolted underneath you both slightly, but you continued walking side by side, the words spilling out of her like an overflowing waterfall.
“Fred kissed me last year. On the last day. And then he said nothing to me all summer. I know he could write because he sent letters to Katie, but me, the girl he kissed on the last day of school, he wrote nothing? I thought maybe he didn’t get the chance, tried to brush it off you know?
Tears were beginning to form in her eyes, and you nodded, showing you were listening to all that she was saying. As you both arrived in the privacy of the bathroom, she locked the door behind you both and stood still talking while you began to change. Her eyes were still glued to the floor, occasionally glancing up at you to make sure you were listening.
“But then when I saw him this morning, he just acted as nothing had happened? Merlin I’ve known him for years and something I’ve been waiting for since the day we met finally happened, and he just acts as if it was nothing? Fuck, he kissed me right!? Said some bullshit about wishing he had done it sooner, but now I feel like it was all just some big joke!”
She went on about the details of the last day, you had listened to every word, and now you were changed into your Hufflepuff robes, shirt untucked from your skirt, and loose tie around your neck. You knew he would pull some shit like this and you brought Angelina into your arms. She cried into your shoulder and some muffled words came out of her sobs. “Do you think I’m being dramatic? crying and all. I really liked him.” You rubbed her back softly as your head rested in her hair. “Of course not, I mean I can’t see what you see in him, but he’s a prick for doing that to you.” You laughed quietly in a small attempt to lighten the mood, Angelina’s wet tears staining your jumper as she nodded and laughed along with you. You both stood there for a while before she pulled out of the embrace and wiped her tears away. “Merlin, crying in the toilets on the first day of school, it’s gonna be a good year isn’t it?” You swiftly move to the sink and took some tissue to wipe away the mascara dried underneath her tear-stained eyes. “You know it.” Once she had cleaned up and it no longer looked like she had been crying in the bathroom, you both exited and walked slowly back to the carriage. Nearing the sliding doors, you noticed another passenger was sat in the compartment. Lee Jordan had joined the twins and the three of them were chatting away animatedly. You leaned over to Angelina and whispered in her ear as you entered the compartment.
“You should hex all his clothes to be bright pink, we’d all get a show of that.”
Angelina stifled a laugh at your comment and sat down, while you pushed your clothes into your case before just managing to throw it above your heads. You sat down next to the Gryffindor and looked towards the new arrival in the room.
“Hey lee, how was your summer?” You smiled a genuinely sweet smile at him, Lee had been kind to you and you liked him really, he was a funny commentator and of course, quidditch games didn’t need anything except the game itself to be interesting, but he certainly made it amusing.
“Average. Honestly, I was ready to come back to school after one week, it’s so boring alone”
“I second that” You nodded, agreeing with him.
For the rest of the journey, you chatted with the Gryffindors, ignoring the twins in solidarity with your heartbroken friend. As nice as it would have been to sit alone in the compartment with music playing and the view of the countryside, being in the company was nice as well. The carriage jostled and jolted as you all played exploding snap together and ate chocolate frogs. You knew by now not to eat anything the twins handed to you and avoided that mess one too many times on the journey. When the train began to pull into the station, the remaining Gryffindors left the compartment left to collect their luggage, saying their goodbyes as they left.
The twins were the last to leave, calling their goodbyes while stopping out of the compartment, and the last thing you heard before their receding footsteps was Fred’s voice.
“See ya at the feast, Mary, you know I can’t wait”
You turned to face him and respond to the comment, but he just winked and ran after his twin, who was already walking towards their compartment. You sighed, knowing this was going to be a long year as you levitated your suitcases down towards yourself.
Finally ending up on the station platform after spending forever looking for Annie to no avail, you were one of the last off, meaning the last to get a carriage. The cold winds whipped at your face and your freezing hands were wrapped around your body as you walked to the stop and waited for the cart. Just as you thought it couldn’t get much worse, standing in the dark and cold alone, rain started to fall from the sky, not even easing into rainfall, the drops were instantly hard and heavy meaning that you were very quickly soaked. You groaned and threw your hands up to the sky in aggravation “Really?! Really?” the strands of hair that had come loose from the plaits stuck to your face, as you continued to stand there in the pouring rain. After only a few minutes of standing in the soggy gloom, a carriage pulled up in front of you, and as you were about to step into it a voice called to you from not too far away. You couldn’t see a face, but the voice rang out loud.
“STOP! Hold it for me! Please!”
You did as the voice told and waited before getting in, the rain beginning to soak through your shirt and you could feel the thin cotton sticking to your dampened skin. Before you knew it a boy was in front of you, doubled over and panting, his hair wet and stuck to his forehead as he breathed heavily. In the dark you could just make out the similar yellow of his robes, as you offered him a simple, “it’s fine” and you both stepped into the carriage. Under the lights of the dim lamps that hung onto the sides of the car, you could make out the soft features of the sopping wet boy in front of you.
It was Cedric Diggory.
Cedric Diggory that you were friends with but had a crush on since fourth year. It seemed obvious why you’d like him, he was a sweet soul, kind to everyone, and an amazing quidditch captain and seeker. Sitting across from you, you made eye contact and watched him pant to catch his breath after running. His uniform was soaked through just like yours, but somehow he made it look so good with the wet brown hair that reflected the glow of the lamps. His eyes were that almost blue-grey colour, like a reflection of the moon, and you couldn’t help but almost get distracted when his stare pierced yours. A smile graced his lips as he spoke up and caught your attention.
“Thanks for waiting Bel, I didn’t think anyone would be this late”. He let out a small laugh “You saved me having to wait even longer in the rain” You shifted in your seat, suddenly self-conscious about how you looked in his eyes. You imagined yourself with smudged mascara and wet hair that sat flat on your face, luckily it was still up in its morning plaits, but even they had lost their bounce, the wet pink ribbons dripping onto your uniform.
“Hey it’s no problem, I thought I was the only one left as well, plus the more of the feast I can miss the better” You let your head fall back as a relaxed laugh escaped your lips, as much as you liked Diggory, you had a good friendship, and you felt at ease around him. The forest and surroundings sped around you as you made your way towards the castle together, talking about each of your summers. Cedric was ready for the upcoming quidditch season, and he considered you his best chaser, so it seemed an appropriate time to talk about the game.
“Have you been practicing over the summer? it would be good to win this year”
You rolled your eyes playfully at the question “Me? practiced? I think my broom had cobwebs on it when I pulled it out of my wardrobe at the end of the summer Diggory, I did nothing but sleep.” The mention of sleep made you yawn, and in turn, he as well as he grinned at your reply.
“Well I can’t have my best chaser lacking can I? You’re gonna bring the cup home I can just feel it. And if I’m wrong ill give you all my savings.”
“Alright, I can’t say no to a bet, you’re on but I’m expecting you to stay true to your word”
You hoped the seeker in front of you couldn’t see the blush that had risen on your cheeks when the fact you were his best chaser came out. It sent the butterflies in your stomach crazy, laughing with Cedric just felt like it came naturally. You often sat together at breakfast and were partnered together for Care of Magical Creatures, and it was never awkward or tense. After joking and talking about what might go on this year, the carriage pulled up to the large doors that opened into your home for another year. As you were about to step out into the rain that was no softer than it had been when you stepped in, you shivered and Cedric stopped you.
“We’ll be warmer if we’re closer together, I’ll pull my cloak over the both of us.” He smiled that smile you knew so well as he came next to you, an arm wrapping around the small of your waist and his face so close you could feel his breath on your ear. His warm breath made you shiver and you just hoped that he wouldn’t spot the blush reddening your already hot cheeks from his closeness. You both pushed out of the carriage at the same time and ran through the rain to the door, hardly avoiding the falling water as Cedrics already soaked cloak was in no way stopping any water from reaching you. But it was better than nothing. Your footsteps were in sync as you ran, his grip on your waist tightening pulling you through the downpour, your breath heavy.
Rushing up the steps to the great hall, Cedric’s hand had found yours as he pulled you up two steps at a time. You knew inside that it was nothing to him, but your heart still went crazy at the feeling of his hand in yours. As you raced up the stairs together, it was obvious everybody was already seated in the hall, listening to Dumbledore’s welcome before the feast. You couldn’t lie, you were starving, soaking wet, and your legs hurt from all the stairs, so the quicker you got there the better. Luckily Cedric was fast and dragging behind wasn’t an option. Your platformed Mary Janes made that familiar clunking sound on the stone steps (they are not easy shoes to run in) as your hair dripped behind you.
Together you finally reached the door and burst through without stopping to take a breath or pause, meaning everybody’s eyes were on soaking wet Cedric Diggory and Bella Martin and their entwined hands as you panted at the door. Under your breath you muttered a string of curse words, reminding yourself internally to start working out seen as you were doubled over, your free hand clutching your racing heart. Before you had realized everyone’s eyes were on the two of you, Cedric nudged you softly to stand up straight and look around. His hand hadn’t left the grip on yours, in fact, it was even tighter than it had been previously. You weren’t sure if you should apologize to the whole school, or maybe just Dumbledore for being late, so you both stood there staring at the faces that muttered your names. People were whispering about the golden pretty boy stumbling into the great hall with you. Holding hands. Just as you were about to walk back to your seat at the Hufflepuff table, where Annie was giving you the biggest grin, a loud and piercing whistle came from the Gryffindor table. Fred Weasley let out a catcall-like noise while making direct eye contact with you, his azure eyes looked playfully at the awkward situation you were in. This was the perfect start of the year for him. When you thought the whistle was all, and you and Cedric broke hands, walking quickly to your separate groups at the table, Weasley opened his mouth.
“Everyone give it up for Mary and Diggory! Five-star entrance!”
Geoge and the lee whistled along with the redhead, as the entire hall began to cheer and laugh, cackles breaking out among students, confused first years clapping along without really knowing why. You had ended up jogging the last few steps to your seat, eyes still on you and your face bright red from embarrassment. That fucking Weasley. As the applause was controlled by dumbledore and the other professors, you turned to face Fred who was already turned your way with a grin clear on his face. He was willing to pay the consequences for that little action and you knew it. You mouthed the words ‘you’re dead’ to the boy, but he only sent back a wink and a smirk, giving you no idea whether he understood what you had said. You turned back to the now silent table, drowning out the headmaster’s voice to put your head in your hands and let out a long breath.
You stayed that way until Dumbledore said the words claiming that quidditch was canceled due to the Triwizard tournament that year. You couldn’t believe it. And it seemed you weren’t the only one who thought that as the whispers around you were evident that everyone was confused. No quidditch meant no bet with Cedric, no late-night practices or training, and it couldn’t possibly get any worse for you. The headteacher explained the premise of the tournament, something you weren’t particularly bothered about but the shouts from a certain two redheads from the opposite table when hearing about the age limit told you that some people were. It shouldn’t have, but the fact they couldn’t compete did make you feel like it was some sort of karma, and you smiled to yourself. You imagined putting your name in just to piss them off, but what if you accidentally got picked? Annie nudged you and leaned down to meet your eye level, her hair falling in front of her eye “You entering?” she whispered as people continued to chat about the upcoming tournament. You thought about it for a while, but realistically you doubted yourself as a witch. Being a muggle-born often made you think that no matter how great you got at charms or potions, or all else, you’d always fall behind purebloods. You shrugged “Nah, but I’ll watch the Weasleys cry because they can’t” Annie smiled at you and you both looked towards the front of the hall as dumbledore finished laying out the details, including that two schools would be staying for the duration of the tournament, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. They would be arriving in October, on Halloween evening before students could put their names into the cup.
You were excited to meet new students, and as the tables filled with piles of food, you were reminded how hungry you were from the rumble of your stomach. You reached for the food around you and ate a bit too quickly, something you would regret later laying in bed. The feast on the first day back was always your favorite, talking to the people that you hadn’t seen all summer, catching up. You chatted together with your friends for a while before feeling full to your stomach, having forgotten dessert would be in front of you. Before you finished your food, mid-conversation with Ethan Humberstone, Hufflepuff keeper, a roll of bread hit the back of your head. You turned to face where the projectile loaf was coming from, and to nobody’s surprise, both twins were looking directly at you with identical grins. Fred whispered across to you first.
“You getting it on with Diggory then Mary? It’s only the first day back no need to rush”
George followed up with a comment about his skills as a quidditch player, but instead of responding you picked up the loaf that had fallen next you your feet, and threw it back at them.
“Fuck off Weasleys”
You had pretty good aim being a chaser and all, but the twins were fast and moved out of the way before the roll could make contact with them. Instead, they laughed and watched it hit a Slytherin deep in conversation on the back of the head. Spinning your head back around quickly trying to avoid the glare from the Slytherin, you heard the laughs from the Gryffindor table that mocked your throw, and tried to focus on the food in front of you.
You continued your conversation with the keeper, and while you shoveled apple crumble into your mouth in the least elegant way you could, Annie turned to you, asking the question you had been dreading to hear since you took your seat at the table.
“So?? you’re just going to sit there and not tell me why you walk into the great hall soaking wet and holding the Cedric Diggory’s hand?” her voice became a whisper “The Cedric Diggory you’ve been hopelessly lovesick for for the last 2 years?” Her eyes were wide in curiosity as she stared from you to Diggory who was laughing with his group. You broke your eye contact with the blonde Hufflepuff and looked at Cedric, who locked eyes with you and gave you a sympathetic smile. His hair had dried and was now sitting in damp curls on his forehead, he had taken off the soaking cloak you had both ran underneath, and sat in just his jumper and dampened shirt. You sent a smile back to him before whipping your head back round to your best friend who was now focused on some profiteroles.
“Have a got mascara under my eyes? I swear if I do- it looks like I’ve cried it all down my face doesn’t it? why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You whisper shouted at the eating girl next to you and she only laughed in response, her mouth still full. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked at you with an amused look on her face. “You’re fine bel, id tell you straight away if you did” You breathed out a sigh of relief, not answering her previous question for the rest of the meal but instead planning to tell her on the arrival at your dorm.
You walked up the staircase after the feast, arms linked with Annie and Angelina, chatting about the tournament. Angelina was considering entering and you both wanted to show your support for her. She could definitely win if she was picked, she had the skills and confidence for it. She separated from you both as you arrived at the Hufflepuff common room, you hadn’t seen the twins on your way up, but you hadn’t really been looking, that fiery red hair just stood out in a crowd. Upon your arrival, you headed straight to the dorms, Annie buzzing with excitement for the upcoming party that evening, but you were feeling burnt out after the feast, and honestly planned to stay in and catch up on sleep.
As she sat down in front of the dresser, beginning to do her makeup, blonde locks tied up in a loose bun to keep it out of her face. You lay on your bed and told her a detailed account of you and Cedric’s evening adventure. She squealed at every detail.
“You don’t understand how obsessed I am with you both! I’m telling you, Bella, this is your year for love, and I’m guaranteeing it. The first step is this party so don’t even tell me you’re planning on staying in.”
“Well-”
”Don’t do that to me! you know I can’t do it without you!” she gave you those puppy eyes that never failed to make you give in.
“I thought we could both stay in, get cozy, and have a slumber party you know? Parties are exhausting and somebody almost always spills their drink on me!” You lay down on your four-poster bed and looked up at the ceiling while your hands ran through your hair. You felt tired, exhausted even, the warmth of your dorm room made you want to curl up in bed and drift away. Annie stood at the edge of your bed and nudged your leg with her foot.
“Don’t be whiny, I heard Cedric was considering making an appearance.”
You covered your face with your hands and sat up groaning, if anything was going to convince you it was the idea of your crush showing up at the first party of the year.
“Fine. But this is an act of feminism you know, this totally isn’t because of a boy, I’m doing this for you Rapunzel” You twirled a loose strand of her hair around your finger as she pulled you up and into your shared wardrobe, grinning and kissing your cheeks over and over again.
“Yay! You’re gonna have the best time! trust me!”