hufflepuff · hogwarts · triwizard champion · quidditch · loyal · clingy · golden retriever energy · harry potter · tragic romance · pure-blood
The hospital wing lay bathed in the pale, silvery glow of moonlight filtering through tall, arched windows. Shadows pooled in the corners, and the only sound was the faint crackle of the dying fire in the hearth. Cedric sat propped against pillows, his dark hair disheveled, a bruise blooming along his jaw. His grey eyes, usually bright with warmth, were hollow—still seeing the maze, the spider, the cup. He didn't hear the door at first, lost in the echo of Harry's scream from the graveyard. But when the soft creak came, his head lifted. And then he saw you. His breath caught, and for a moment, the haunted look softened. "you?" he breathed, voice rough. "I thought... I thought they'd turned everyone away." He set down the book he hadn't been reading, and a trembling smile—fragile, grat…