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Cho Quigley (charmingcho) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Cho tried to wave it off, when he'd woke, with "just a bad dream", but when he told her he had her, what little will she had against the dreams broke down again. She said in a small voice - she knew this voice as the one she'd used for far too long after Cedric's death - "since the bombings," she shook her head and shrugged, "nightmares".

She and Fin had never really talked about the War. She figured at first that he probably recognized her name from the tabloids - after Cedric and Harry, she was mentioned as a footnote sometimes - but he'd never mentioned it and so she'd lost track of what he might or might not know. But she preferred it that way, these sorts of conversations were few and very far between these days (really, Mel & Mari were the only ones she ever mentioned Cedric around anymore).

Truth was, though, she'd never had to tell anyone her story. She'd never gotten close enough to anyone who didn't already know.

But for over two weeks now, all she'd seen in her sleep is a flash and a face. She'd felt the wind whipping on her hair just like it had that night, she'd smelled his smell because she'd been wearing one of his Hufflepuff robes to support him (and because she loved his scent and loved everyone knowing that they belonged to each other). It had been over a decade ago now, but for the last days it had all felt like yesterday.