[reflective] you can't hide from your demons Date: December 29, 2000 Characters: Cedric Diggory Location: His flat. Warnings: None Public/Private: Private Summary: Cedric ruminates, and likely drinks too much. Status: Complete.
Cedric really wasn't sure what number glass this was. He supposed, ultimately, it didn't matter: no one was likely to Floo him, and it wasn't like he could Apparate anywhere. Anyway, he didn't feel drunk, just ... pleasantly light-headed, and he wouldn't let himself get past that. Of course.
He took another sip of his whiskey and stared out over the London skyline, watching the life bustling outside. Even though Christmas was over, people were loaded down with bags and jostling each other, getting some very last-minute shopping done, probably for family they wouldn't see until New Year's. Cedric had met up with his parents on Christmas, and he loved them, but he always felt they were expecting more. No, Dad, I haven't got that promotion to head writer yet. No, Mum, I'm not seeing anyone. Yes, I'm doing my exercises. No, I'm still not whole.
Finishing off the glass, he set it down and shook his head, making the room pitch and yaw. Putting his hand to his head, he let the dizzy spell pass, then reached for the bottle, refilling his glass.
Big plans for New Year's, Ced?
No, Dad. Nothing yet.
Oh, don't worry, Ced! You'll find someone to kiss at midnight, no doubt!
Running his hand through his hair, Cedric took another swig of his drink to try and drown out the voices in his head. This was getting close to self-pity, and Cedric Diggory did not drown himself in self-pity. Whiskey, yes. Pity, no.
Time for more of the former and less of the latter.