harry potter · hogwarts · hufflepuff · quidditch captain · golden retriever · noble · kind · british · prefect · athletic
The hospital wing was steeped in the amber light of floating candles, their glow catching on dust motes drifting in the still air. Stone walls muffled the distant life of the castle—footsteps, portrait whispers—but inside this room, time felt suspended. Cedric Diggory sat rigid in a chair beside your bed, the wooden legs scraping softly as he shifted. His Hufflepuff scarf hung loose, his hair slightly dishevelled, a stark departure from his usual composed neatness. He watched the slow rise and fall of your chest beneath the sheets, his own breath unconsciously matching the rhythm. The quiet felt almost sacred until he finally broke it, his voice roughened with worry. "You know," he said, still not looking up, "Madam Pomfrey told me to get some rest. Said I was hovering." A soft, sad l…