𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 | Happiness, but better translated as "human flourishing"; to flourish by realizing one's ideal end or goal, by achieving the purpose of human life with excellence or virtue.
In Ancient Greek theater, a Greek tragedy is a play w...
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▬▬▬▬▬ CHAPTER EIGHT ▬▬▬▬▬
"I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN you."
"Essie..." Cedric sighed.
But Esmerelda continued to gape at him. "You actually believe that Harry put his name in the goblet?"
"Well yeah," he said simply, shrugging. "I mean, he's Harry Potter."
"Yeah, exactly, he's Harry Potter not some sort of evil mastermind," she snorted. "The dude's fourteen."
"Yeah well you're fifteen and you're a magic savant," he replied.
She was actually kind of flattered, which made her miss the point entirely. "A magic savant? You think I'm that good? Aww, Ced, thanks!" She beamed.
"You're missing the point," he deadpanned. "What I'm saying, is that if you're magically strong enough to hoodwink the goblet, then so could Harry!"
She made a greatly uncertain face. "Er... I dunno about that. Harry's cool and all, but I once saw him try to use the permanent sticking charm on his bangs so it would cover up his scar only to end up getting his wand stuck to his hair." Had Hermione not instructed him to go to Madam Pomfrey for help, he would've actually listened to Ron and shaven all his hair off.
He looked at her incredulously.
She sighed. "Look, my point is that Harry is just like any other student here in Hogwarts. He's a regular kid, but the media glorifies him because of what happened when he was a baby—what happened on the day his parents were murdered. He has a special background, yes, but after that, Harry was raised with muggle relatives (that he doesn't particularly like). He's a normal boy and he'd like to stay that way. There's no way he could've planned all this. He doesn't even like the attention he always gets."
The doubt in his expression faded away slightly. "You really don't think it could've been him...?"
"Absolutely not." She answered firmly. "You didn't see his face when his name was called out, but I did. He looked like he wanted to throw up the second he realized what was going on. Harry doesn't want any of this at all."
"Back... back at the room after all the Champions were announced... Professor Moody mentioned something about someone wanting to have Harry killed." He whispered.
She nodded slowly. "That's a possibility. Voldemort or no Voldemort, Harry still has many enemies."
Cedric looked slightly ashamed of himself and quietly went back to eating his oatmeal. Over his shoulder, she spotted Hermione gesturing for her to come over. In her other hand was a stack of toast that she was carrying around in a napkin.
"Uh, I'll talk to you later," she mumbled to Cedric before rising to her feet. She approached Hermione with a confused expression on her face. "Hey, morning! Uh, what's with the toast?"
