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.
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▬▬▬▬▬ CHAPTER ELEVEN ▬▬▬▬▬
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"ESSIE, I REALLY FEEL LIKE I'm going to throw up or something. I-I don't know, I just feel really sick," Cedric said, and the queasy expression on his face pretty much proved it.
Esmerelda scooted away from him a little bit before replying, "You're just worried about the dragon." She said after swallowing her bacon.
"Well obviously!" His voice rose an octave. "It's a dragon! How am I supposed to feel? Happy?"
"Just think of the money," she said soothingly. "Imagine it now. Once the dragon's been dealt with, you only got two more obstacles to go before you finally win a hundred galleons."
"It's a thousand galleons."
"Close enough."
He gave her a despairing look and she sighed. "Cedric, you're going to be fine, okay? I doubt the teachers are seriously going to let you get roasted by a dragon. Plus, the dragon tamers will be there on standby if anything happens. You'll be safe."
He let out a shaky breath and nodded. "Yeah... you're right... I shouldn't—"
Just then, Professor Sprout approached the pair with a beaming smile. "Good morning, Mr. Diggory! I hope you've finished with your breakfast because it's time for you to come down to the grounds now to prepare for the First Task."
Whatever comfort he felt drained away and he let out a dying noise from the back of his throat.
"Right," he said, sounding like he was three seconds away from vomiting.
"And Esmerelda," Professor Sprout chimed in. "Have you seen Mr. Potter lately?"
"Um, no, I think he's still sleeping in?" She replied uncertainly.
Her House Head frowned. "Well, he ought to wake up then. He has about twenty minutes or he'll be late. Now come on, Mr. Diggory dear."
Slowly, Cedric rose from his seat and followed Professor Sprout out of the Great Hall. Eyes followed him as he left but Esmerelda was more concerned about the Gryffindor table where Harry was nowhere to be seen. She spotted Ron talking with his brothers and then locked eyes with Hermione.
'Where is Harry?!' She mouthed at her.
'I DON'T KNOW!' Hermione mouthed back, looking more panicked.
'It's starting soon!' Esmerelda tapped on her bare wrist in hopes that she would understand the gist of what she was trying to say.
Hermione looked like she was about to scream, but suddenly her view of the younger girl was blocked by a familiar body.
