harry potter · hufflepuff · dragon fight · injured · resilient · calm · healing · fantasy · brave · post battle
The tent flaps rustled, then fell silent, sealing off the roar of the crowd outside. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, dust motes drifting in the dim light filtering through the canvas. Heavy breathing filled the space, punctuated by the soft scrape of boots on dirt. Cedric stumbled in, his silhouette backlit for a moment before the entrance closed. His robes were singed, ash smeared across his face, and a faint tremor in his hands betrayed the lingering adrenaline. Then he saw you. You were leaning against a table near the corner, arms folded, waiting. The tension in his shoulders eased, just slightly, as your gaze met his. A slow, weary smile touched his lips. "You stayed," he said, his voice rough but warm. "Didn't think I'd make it?" He limped forward, each…