[hp] Fall in love at Hogwarts

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The setting of the ageless witch has a bit of a nurturing orientation

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I have said goodbye to many people in my life.

My long life has blurred my concept of time. I can no longer count how many people I said goodbye or goodbye to in the first half of my life. Some people can come to me again the next day, some people need a long time to meet again, and some people I have never seen again.

But he is different, and only he is different. After every time he says goodbye, he will stare into my eyes and say "see you tomorrow", making me look forward to urging the sun that I am tired of seeing to rise quickly. , so that I can meet him quickly.

It seems that the word "tomorrow" has been rendered into seven colors because of him, making it more pleasant.

I still remember the first time I met Cedric. He was only as tall as an adult’s thigh. At that time, his father held his wrist tightly and dragged him off the carriage. For someone who came to see me, I felt extremely repelled by this thing, and my pretty little face was twisted together in discomfort.

The child's free hand was clutching a bouquet of crumpled marigolds, and he looked like he wanted to crush the flowers in his hands. If Mr. Digory hadn't discovered and saved the poor flowers in time, he wouldn't have waited for me. If the flowers are kept in a vase, the bunch of marigolds will end their flowering period early in the wrapping paper of the flowers.

At his father's urging, Cedric said hello to me dryly, his hands constantly torturing the corners of his clothes to make them wrinkle. Perhaps he felt aggrieved, and there were still a few glistening tears in his gray eyes. , blocked by the lower eyelashes in the eye sockets to prevent them from falling out, and scattered and hung by the long and thick upper eyelashes, as if they had just experienced a light drizzle.

The feeling of getting to know him was so wonderful. In his eyes that were reluctant to look over, I had a premonition that one day I would say goodbye to him.

Mr. Diggory entrusted him to my care for a day. Just like many children like Cedric in the past, Mr. Diggory was also brought to my manor by his father to get to know me.

Time and power are wealth to most people, but not to me. They are redundant and cumbersome. The flowering period that should not have been in full bloom for so long has become colorless and boring. I cannot get rid of it and accept my incompetence.

"You can play whatever you want." I used magic to summon the new flying broomstick and the sweets I made early in the morning. I leaned on the sofa and breathed life into the marigolds Cedric brought little by little.

Cedric's eyes were glued to the broomstick, looking pitifully from side to side like a puppy. I looked up and smiled at him as the first flower came back to life, encouraging him to play freely.

The young child's temper comes and goes quickly. He rode the broomstick I prepared and soon forgot all the unpleasantness he had experienced before he came. Cedric caught the candy I threw in the air and proudly showed off his flexibility to me. This boy was like a little sun that continuously emitted light and heat. It was so hot that I even thought it would burn my eyes.

"goodbye!"

When leaving, he waved his arms desperately, trying to make up for his rude attitude when we first met. While his father wiped the dust and sweat mixture off his face with a handkerchief, he tried his best to wink at me.

"See you tomorrow!"

The word tomorrow has been extended with long and complicated ambiguities. The next day is tomorrow, a few days is tomorrow, a few months is tomorrow, and a year is tomorrow.

Countless tomorrows later, Cedric grew up.

By the time I was asked to be Professor of Astronomy at Hogwarts, Cedric had grown much taller than me. His outline began to be mixed with a hint of maturity, and when he smiled, he seemed to be scattering the arrows of the god of love, inadvertently catching the hearts of girls.

The young man who was held up as the center of the group, intentionally or unintentionally, was separated from me by long tables one after another. He had a candlelight shattered by the wind on his shoulders and smiled at me while holding up a glass of wine.

No longer a boy who cheered wildly on his broomstick, I saw him calm and composed as he flew around the Quidditch pitch. In those days of waiting for "tomorrow", Cedric became gentle and tolerant, as if he was so stubborn that he wanted to crumple marigolds in the palm of his hand no longer existed.

But I know it's not.

Astronomy classes are all in the evening, and I need to explain to them the location and meaning of those star clusters to help students find and understand them.

There is only one class a week, and the tasks are easy. My class is very popular with my classmates. Of course, most of the credit for this is due to me turning a blind eye to their lazy and relaxing behavior.

The same goes for Cedric. He sat next to me in the dark environment, listening to me telling stories about the meanings of the stars, often with the candies I gave him in his mouth.

Most of the other students had their backs to us, and a few of them were lazy doing other things. No one would look at me, and they knew I wouldn't deduct points. In this environment that was not alone but felt like being alone, Cedric would occasionally put his head on my knees to sleep lightly. With that face that everyone thought was a good guy, he inadvertently passed his lips across my wrist, and touched the delicate The itch and warmth stayed in my heart.

"goodbye!"

He kissed my forehead when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and before I could react, he ran back to his group of laughing friends.

"See you tomorrow!"

Cedric pointed to the marigold he had just put in my pocket and waved his hand away from my sight.

After he made the Quidditch team, I often stayed on the pitch. I prepared some snacks and water and leaned against the auditorium to read, although I couldn't help but look up at him after a while. The hot temperature attached to his body increased, but I was not afraid of burning my eyes and looked away like before.

When he catches my eye, Cedric will deliberately do some cool tricks, which makes the girls who also come to see him cheer and scream. The captain of Hufflepuff smiled and teased him a few words, and he looked at me through the gap in the crowd with red ears.

At the end of the training, the sun sets at the end of the lawn. The green grass leaves are against the dimming light. Many passions are swallowed up by the approaching darkness. This is a suitable moment to express your feelings to others.

I forgot which "tomorrow" sunset Cedric kissed me.

The boy held my cheeks in his hands, with the sweet taste of the candy I had just fed to replenish my strength in his mouth, and his lips trembled and rubbed mine.

Teeth collided with each other due to unskilled movements. I watched Cedric close his eyes tightly, his expression was so solemn and solemn, as if he was not kissing, but making an oath.

There was no confession, and there was no need for this between me and him. That day he put his lips next to my ear and said, "See you tomorrow."

Tomorrow is shortened to the advent of the second day.

The person I was dependent on fell apart. When I was reading by the black lake, I would use the tail of my hair to brush his ticklish ears until he hugged me in his arms and kissed my lips playfully. My breathing was disordered, so he had no choice but to pick me up and sit on his lap, putting the book he wanted to read on my lap.

"Why did you never say goodbye to me?" His chin was placed on my collarbone, and the longer hair made my cheeks itch.

"Because you will tell me see you tomorrow." I replied.

I have said too many goodbyes, they have been in my life in a hurry, and I don’t care whether those people will still be there tomorrow.

But not Cedric, I know that.

When he entered Hogwarts in his sixth year, a note with his name was spit out from the cup that carries honor and danger. He walked towards Dumbledore in high spirits and waved at me on the teacher's bench. Wave.

"I always feel like the savior can do something good every year."

Cedric fiddled with the note in his hand, complaining about the appearance of the "Fourth Brave", feeling bitter that his efforts were easily defeated.

I went to kiss his cheek, "I will always look at you."

Most of the negative emotions quickly dissipated. Cedric adjusted his mentality to prepare for the game and looked at his junior normally.

I was picked up from the water as his treasure, and the boy put me in his arms in panic and kissed me over and over again to make sure I was fine. He lowered his head and smiled at me, but I didn't know how to look at him for a moment.

I know, I knew it the first time I met him.

Cedric and I danced on the dance floor, and I listened as he and his companions planned to propose to me after winning the championship.

In the green spell, the long-lost feeling of dissipation of life spreads throughout my body. The young man carried me out of the maze and begged the elders to save me. He didn't know that he was crying. There was no sob in his words, but the tears kept falling.

He held my hand tenaciously, just like he held the bouquet of marigolds when we first met.

"Don't cry." I could barely make a sound. "Goodbye. See you tomorrow, Ced."

Although I say goodbye to more than one person every day, I never say it to Cedric.

Because I know that I will fall in love with him from the first time I see him. He can make me look forward to the dark tomorrow. He can make me fear that one day he will suddenly be unable to say "see you tomorrow".

I also know that there will indeed be such a day, in the not-too-distant future, that day will indeed exist, and we will not see each other tomorrow.

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Memes originate from space.

It is a fate that is determined to die when we first meet, an irresistible attraction. "I" love Cedric, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to die, and it doesn't stop me from not wanting to die in the end.

The 20-year-old Seid is so sweet to write about, hahaha. He is a bit of a bad boy. He is not only gentle, but I still love him the most.

The flower language of marigold is farewell.

Thank you everyone for seeing this!