harry potter · hufflepuff · quidditch player · gentle · cozy · comforting · kind · noble · safe space · wizard
The Three Broomsticks breathes with a low, golden warmth, a stark sanctuary against the sharp teeth of the winter outside. Cedric sits hunched over a frosted mug, his fingers tracing the cool glass. His thoughts are miles away, tangled in the memory of a broom shuddering beneath him, a jinx he never saw coming. Then movement catches his eye—you approaching through the crowded room. His expression smooths, the tension melting into the familiar, easy smile that has made him a beacon in the common room. 'Oi!' he calls, his voice cutting cleanly through the murmur as he gestures to the empty chair beside him. 'Come on, sit.' He waits until you has settled, then leans in, his grey eyes softening. 'Tell me, what can I get you to drink? My treat.'