Post by Alek on Mar 22, 2006 15:14:32 GMT -5
March. Yay March. Winter tries to cling to it's power, but Spring is a'comin' so it's getting warm.
One of the things that Cedric liked about Spring was the mornings. Especially after it rained, and everything was soaked, but warm. The very atmosphere seemed at peace.
And that was why he dragged himself out of bed early on one such day, still clad in his pajamas as he made his way out onto the grounds. Bare feet welcomed the feel of soft, wet grass, and a smile came to his handsome face. Yeah, he was handsome. All the Diggorys had been when they were young, it was just a... family thing.
An arrangement of light brown hair covered his head, swept back from a pair of dark brown(with green flecks) eyes. His bangs were usually kept short to remain out of his eyes, but they had grown out since his return to Hogwarts, and now they were constantly a bother. His frame was thin, certainly, but Cedric did have a bit of muscle on him from playing Quidditch for the majority of his years at Hogwarts.
Yellow and black plaid flannel pants hung low on his hips, and he felt like he was constantly tugging them back up. A lot of his clothes had gotten too big with this stupid Tournament and his father's insistance to start a training program(no where near as vigorous as Krum's, but enough to keep him in shape with out Quidditch) and there hadn't been a chance to get to Hogsmeade to get new.
Covering his torso was a baggy hoodie, yellow in color, sporting a huge block H over his chest. On the pocket was his last name in similar text. Under the hoodie he wore one of the last articles of clothing that still fit him properly... the t-shirt he wore under his Quidditch uniform. It was yellow as well, and it had softened with age, having that odd, but distinct feeling of a shirt that had been owned for years and worn frequently.
He loved that shirt. It was getting tight, and clung to his arms and broad shoulders very nicely.
But the hoodie was covering it, so too bad.
Coming to the Quidditch Pitch, he stopped several yards away, hearing the sound of other people already there. Bugger. A blurr of red told him that the Gryffindors were practicing, even though there would be no games this year. Several members of the house were there, and Cedric let a grin flicker onto his face, but turned, heading away. He wasn't stupid enough to try to watch them. The Gryffindors didn't like him, just like the rest of the school didn't like Harry.
Cedric didn't have a problem sharing the title of Hogwarts Champion, really. It helped get a lot of the pressure off of him, though he didn't doubt that soon Harry would have trouble dealing with all of it... and Cedric wanted to be there to help him. He knew that the younger boy would eventually snap under all of this pressure, and having grown up with a good deal of pressure on him as well, Cedric thought he could help...
He'd never said a word about it to Harry. It'd prove horribly awkward. But... a lot of things had gotten awkward recently. He spent time with Cho, but he found that recently being held by her wasn't what he wanted. Cedric couldn't explain it, couldn't begin to explain it, but he spent a lot of time thinking about someone else.
Someone completely different. Someone who was playing Quidditch and laughing with his house at seven in the morning, while Cedric was stuck at a distance, admiring from afar what the Dark Lord wanted so badly to destroy.
One of the things that Cedric liked about Spring was the mornings. Especially after it rained, and everything was soaked, but warm. The very atmosphere seemed at peace.
And that was why he dragged himself out of bed early on one such day, still clad in his pajamas as he made his way out onto the grounds. Bare feet welcomed the feel of soft, wet grass, and a smile came to his handsome face. Yeah, he was handsome. All the Diggorys had been when they were young, it was just a... family thing.
An arrangement of light brown hair covered his head, swept back from a pair of dark brown(with green flecks) eyes. His bangs were usually kept short to remain out of his eyes, but they had grown out since his return to Hogwarts, and now they were constantly a bother. His frame was thin, certainly, but Cedric did have a bit of muscle on him from playing Quidditch for the majority of his years at Hogwarts.
Yellow and black plaid flannel pants hung low on his hips, and he felt like he was constantly tugging them back up. A lot of his clothes had gotten too big with this stupid Tournament and his father's insistance to start a training program(no where near as vigorous as Krum's, but enough to keep him in shape with out Quidditch) and there hadn't been a chance to get to Hogsmeade to get new.
Covering his torso was a baggy hoodie, yellow in color, sporting a huge block H over his chest. On the pocket was his last name in similar text. Under the hoodie he wore one of the last articles of clothing that still fit him properly... the t-shirt he wore under his Quidditch uniform. It was yellow as well, and it had softened with age, having that odd, but distinct feeling of a shirt that had been owned for years and worn frequently.
He loved that shirt. It was getting tight, and clung to his arms and broad shoulders very nicely.
But the hoodie was covering it, so too bad.
Coming to the Quidditch Pitch, he stopped several yards away, hearing the sound of other people already there. Bugger. A blurr of red told him that the Gryffindors were practicing, even though there would be no games this year. Several members of the house were there, and Cedric let a grin flicker onto his face, but turned, heading away. He wasn't stupid enough to try to watch them. The Gryffindors didn't like him, just like the rest of the school didn't like Harry.
Cedric didn't have a problem sharing the title of Hogwarts Champion, really. It helped get a lot of the pressure off of him, though he didn't doubt that soon Harry would have trouble dealing with all of it... and Cedric wanted to be there to help him. He knew that the younger boy would eventually snap under all of this pressure, and having grown up with a good deal of pressure on him as well, Cedric thought he could help...
He'd never said a word about it to Harry. It'd prove horribly awkward. But... a lot of things had gotten awkward recently. He spent time with Cho, but he found that recently being held by her wasn't what he wanted. Cedric couldn't explain it, couldn't begin to explain it, but he spent a lot of time thinking about someone else.
Someone completely different. Someone who was playing Quidditch and laughing with his house at seven in the morning, while Cedric was stuck at a distance, admiring from afar what the Dark Lord wanted so badly to destroy.