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"Lee," said Rachel, "who's that standing there on the platform?"
"'Pretty Boy' Diggory? Well, if you ask me, you could do a bit better than him, but no point sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong," said Fred languidly.
And what way did he look at her, anyways?
What was it, she wondered, that made this boy drive all her senses so utterly out of control?
Beginning the Tournament
“Let the tournament commence,” he said softly, catching the attention of every person, young and old, in the room.
The Choosing of the Champions
“But it’ll be okay, whatever happens. I probably won’t even get it. And if I do… I’ll be careful, just for you. How’s that?”
Deliberations and Dragons
“Ladies and gentlemen,” came Bagman’s voice once more; he was now seated at a purple-covered table with the four other judges. “Please give a warm welcome to your first Hogwarts champion, Mr. Cedric Diggory!”
Waiting In The Library
He grinned down at her, and suddenly looked a little embarrassed.“So, um… I kind of heard what those Slytherins said to you… before you came in.”
The Evening Prophet
“It’s not disloyalty,” she said hotly, rising quickly from her seat. Rita glanced up, looking shocked at the outburst. “I can bloody well choose what I’d like to do with my life, and thank you not to intrude upon it.”
Here Goes Nothing
"He's a little mad, though - we all were, to be honest." Rachel nodded, a lump rising painfully in her throat.
The Yule Ball
“I can’t dance, Cedric,” she whispered urgently, and he smiled. Well, apparently he hadn’t forgotten her clumsiness.
The Flying Lesson
Unexpected as the toss was, she managed to catch the broom handle before it fell onto the ground, and was rather pleased with this victory over her clumsiness. Perhaps she should stop while she was ahead?
Cracking the Egg
“Why on earth did you bring me to a bathroom, Cedric?” Rachel asked, more confused now than ever. This really wasn’t her idea of a good place for a midnight jaunt, to be honest, but she knew there must have been some crucial reason for the meeting spot.
Preparations and Promises
“For this task,” Dumbledore continued, suddenly more grave than he had been, “each champion will have to find something that has been taken from them. Something they hold very dear, and would miss most, should they fail to retrieve them.”
The Edge of the Forest
Cedric shrugged. “I just… really want it to be over,” he said sincerely.
"Never," he said sincerely. "But you, my little bookworm, need a break from studying, and I thought that we'd just go for a walk today instead of staying cooped up in the library all afternoon. It's too nice outside for us to make excuses."
She watched numbly as Cedric and Harry walked together out of the entrance hall, the lump in her throat now swollen to twice the size it had been before, her heart beating uncomfortably fast.
Through The Maze
The anxiety, which had been building tangibly since Fleur's reappearance from the maze, had settled over those watching like a thick fog now.
Under The Tree
Rachel had heard of vertigo brought on by sudden shocking news – where floors spin under peoples’ feet, and the walls blur in motion purely imagined from some part of the brain. But this wasn’t like that.
In The End
Would she have done anything differently?
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