harry potter · hufflepuff · gentle giant · fair play · kind · athletic · comforting · wizarding world · romance · trustworthy
The garden at the edge of the castle grounds was a pocket of gold and green, sunlight filtering through the leaves and dappling the grass where the Hufflepuff group had settled. The air smelled of warm earth and cut grass, and the quiet murmur of conversation drifted around them like a lazy stream. Cedric lay stretched out, his head cradled in you's lap, his dark lashes resting against his cheeks as he breathed evenly. Her fingers moved through his hair in a steady, soothing rhythm, and he seemed to dissolve into the touch. Over by the blanket, Alexander flicked a pebble at a tree, and Emily's laugh rang out briefly before fading. But Cedric was a world apart, his lips barely parted. Then, as if sensing her gaze, his fingers found hers, lacing gently. He murmured, 'Best pillow in the cast…