Cho Chang: boy catnip (seekingcho) wrote in acciogoblet, @ 2012-10-31 01:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | cedric diggory, cho chang |
Characters: Cedric Diggory & Cho Chang
Setting: Flying Club, on the Quidditch Pitch, Saturday October 20th (backdated)
Summary: Friendly chatting between two former Seekers
Status: Complete
Honestly, it was probably a good thing that there was no Quidditch during Cho’s O.W.L. year. It seemed almost sacrilegious to say so, but the extra time to focus on her schoolwork, particularly closer to the end of term, would no doubt be beneficial. And with Flying Club, she could still enjoy being on a broom without the pressure and the commitment of organized sport. Even so, she couldn’t help but check out the competition. All of last season’s Seekers would still be at Hogwarts -- and presumably still be Seekers -- next year, and it never hurt to know one’s opponent. Harry Potter hadn’t shown up, and neither had Draco Malfoy, but across the pitch she did see Cedric Diggory. She hovered in midair for a moment, unsure whether she should observe from a distance or venture closer. She opted for the latter. Ever since he first heard of flying club, Cedric had hoped Cho would join, and here his hopes had found reward. He grinned as he saw her fly toward him. “Hey!” He called out. “A bit strange without a snitch to catch, isn’t it?” "Definitely," Cho agreed, nodding. Though she had approached Cedric, she was still a little flustered to actually be conversing with him. She hadn't ever exchanged many words with the Hufflepuff Seeker, and she was always a little shy around cute boys she hardly knew. "I keep looking for it anyway, though," she added, referring to the snitch. "D'you reckon we could ask people not to wear gold jewelry to Flying Club? It's rather distracting." “Or maybe ask them if they want to be a human snitch,” grinned Cedric. “Though I suppose we’d also have to shrink them first.” He circled around so they were now flying side by side. “I keep wanting to ask them if they could let us play with the Quidditch equipment, but then it wouldn’t be fair to the people who want to fly without Bludgers trying to knock off their heads,” he sighed. “Are you looking forward to the tournament?” “Oh, definitely!” Cho’s answer was immediate and enthusiastic. “I’m sure it will be interesting to watch, and to learn a bit more about foreign wizards.” She accelerated slightly, wanting to really feel the wind in her hair. “It’s just too bad that it’s only once every five years. I mean, I understand why entrants need to be of age, of course, but it’s really too bad for those of us who will never be eligible.” Now, Cho wasn’t completely sure that she would enter the tournament even if she were eligible, but it would be nice to have the chance, at least. Cedric was slightly taken aback. “You’d enter?” He’d caught her bluff. “Er,” Cho said, looking away. “Maybe not. I don’t know. Would you?” Cedric breathed a sigh of relief. He listened to what he’d said and then mentally slapped himself. Thank Merlin she didn’t get the wrong impression and thought that he thought witches were somehow delicate things who couldn’t possibly enter such a dangerous tournament. He didn’t feel up to profuse apologies this early in a conversation. “Yeah,” he said casually. “I’m thinking about it. I mean, why not?” “Oh, are you of age?” Most sixth years weren’t, though she knew it was certainly possible -- Hamish Fraser, for example, would be of age quite soon. Cho hadn’t been considering the possibility for Cedric, hadn’t realized that this conversation might be about more than the hypothetical. “Well, I think the fact that so many previous participants have died tends to put people off,” Cho said as lightly as possible. She didn’t want to sound morbid or anything, but it was a valid concern. “But that was a long time ago, and they’re taking precautions. It’s likely to be dangerous, but surely not like that.” Surely not. Cedric looked thoughtful, but his mind was already made up. It had been made up as soon as the tournament was announced, and since they had heard no new information about it since, he didn’t see the point in changing his mind. “I suppose,” he admitted. “But it must be doable, right? That’’s no fun for anyone, spectators or contestants, if they make it so hard that they’re setting you up to fail. I feel confident.” He checked himself. “I don’t mean I’m going to win - hey, I don’t even know if I’ll be chosen - but I think I can handle it.” To say that Cho was impressed would be an understatement. “I don’t know, I think you’ve got a pretty good chance of being chosen. You already have the attitude of a champion.” And the looks of one, though she wasn’t about to say that part aloud. |