𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, but throw in his opponent's sister, and things just got a whole lot harder.
In which a girl changes a doomed boy's fa...
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𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧. She threw the doors to the Great Hall open and made her way into the corridor, making a beeline to the girl's bathroom. 'This couldn't be happening' she thought to herself, 'Not again'. Just before she entered she felt the pressure of a hand on her forearm.
"What do you want Cedric?" Estelle spat as she turned around, hair flying wildly, automatically knowing who had been following her. She had hoped she had been imaging the noise of feet behind her, but that hope was extremely short-lived.
"Let me explain," he said, his eyes pleading, his hand still on her arm.
"Hello no," Estelle said, shaking out of his grip and turning around harshly.
Estelle then continued down the corridor, he dress floating behind her and her heels clicking loudly as she went.
Cedric couldn't help but think she looked beautiful, even when she was angry. The dress she was wearing had enchanted him the whole night. It as if he was in a trance, he couldn't take his eyes off of her, much to Cho's dismay. The dress was so beautiful, as was she. The way the slit hit her leg in just the right place, showing skin, but not too much. The was that her hair was down and free, making a halo whenever she danced. She looked like an angel.
Estelle once again burst through some doors, this time entering the courtyard, the place she and Cedric had interacted for one of the very first times.
"Stell please," Estelle heard Cedric call out, apparently he had followed her out here too.
She rolled her eyes at the use of her nickname, why did he still think that he could call her that?
"Don't call me that," Estelle said, sitting down on a stone bench, facing away from Cedric, and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Please Estelle, please let me explain," he practically begged.
Estelle let out a sigh, weighing her options in her head, "Fine, sit."
Cedric then sat down next to her, but Estelle still wouldn't look him in the eye. She instead focused on fiddling with the clasp on her shoes, wanting desperately to get them off as they were extremely uncomfortable.
"This isn't an excuse or an apology, but-" Cedric starts but is immediately interrupted by Estelle.
