Post by Alek on Mar 22, 2006 15:11:56 GMT -5
Of course, they'd had to pick a /cold/ day to send them into the Black Lake. Cedric had felt certain that his limbs would start falling off, it was so bloody cold. And then they had jumped into that freezing water, and for the next hour, Cedric had to fight numbness out of his fingers.
Now, hours afterwards, the young man was seated in the Owlry. A fluffy yellow towel was wrapped around him, even though he had changed into dry clothes. A pair of dark jeans hugged his thin waist, a yellow hoodie covering his torso. On front of it was a block 'H' in black text, and on the pocket was his last name in that same lettering.
Dark hair was dry now, resting on his head and hanging into a pair of soft, hazel eyes. Cedric Diggory was a handsome boy, there was no denying that. He had grown into his features with grace and perfection, the shaggy locks always seeming to fall into his eyes(they bothered him occasionally, but they looked better that way, so he just let it grow).
Shifting a bit on the stone windowsill upon which he had perched himself, Cedric let a sigh pass through his pale lips. The task had been nerve-wracking, and every time he closed his eyes he felt freezing water closing in over him.
Mr. Diggory had always had a fear of being in deep water, but he had a rather nice ability of always hiding what he /truly/ felt and wearing the perfect mask his father had pushed on him for so long.
Cedric was expected to be perfect. Perfect looks, perfect grades, perfect body, perfect personality. Everything had to be just right. When he was older, he was to marry the perfect woman and have perfect children in a perfect house. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
But recently, his perception of perfect had become rather hazy.
Frowning at himself, he drew the towel more tightly around himself, hazel eyes focusing down on the grounds. For the time being, he had escaped the group of giggling girls who always seemed to follow him, but he knew it was only a matter of time before his solitude was invaded.
Now, hours afterwards, the young man was seated in the Owlry. A fluffy yellow towel was wrapped around him, even though he had changed into dry clothes. A pair of dark jeans hugged his thin waist, a yellow hoodie covering his torso. On front of it was a block 'H' in black text, and on the pocket was his last name in that same lettering.
Dark hair was dry now, resting on his head and hanging into a pair of soft, hazel eyes. Cedric Diggory was a handsome boy, there was no denying that. He had grown into his features with grace and perfection, the shaggy locks always seeming to fall into his eyes(they bothered him occasionally, but they looked better that way, so he just let it grow).
Shifting a bit on the stone windowsill upon which he had perched himself, Cedric let a sigh pass through his pale lips. The task had been nerve-wracking, and every time he closed his eyes he felt freezing water closing in over him.
Mr. Diggory had always had a fear of being in deep water, but he had a rather nice ability of always hiding what he /truly/ felt and wearing the perfect mask his father had pushed on him for so long.
Cedric was expected to be perfect. Perfect looks, perfect grades, perfect body, perfect personality. Everything had to be just right. When he was older, he was to marry the perfect woman and have perfect children in a perfect house. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
But recently, his perception of perfect had become rather hazy.
Frowning at himself, he drew the towel more tightly around himself, hazel eyes focusing down on the grounds. For the time being, he had escaped the group of giggling girls who always seemed to follow him, but he knew it was only a matter of time before his solitude was invaded.