A/N: Basically a fanfiction chronicling the life of Cedric, Cho and other students around them written in free verse form. Um… Starts during GOF and will hopefully go through til the end, um.. it may have flashbacks of POA. This is inspired by Steven Herrick's The Simple Gift, which I highly recommend to each and every one of you. It's a great book!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling

Hogwarts' Express Cho

The train wove in and out,

Cho sat in her compartment, with

Roger Davies and Marietta, as well as other

Random ravenclaws.

"So what did you get up to in Summer Break?" asks Roger Davies,

"Nothing much', Cho replied, "Just the Quidditch World Cup."

Cho was a Ravenclaw,

Numbers and figures meant something to her,

But the unique thing was, she was also a dreamer,

Quite simply, she believed in the unknown.

Prefect Cedric

For one thing,

The ride returning to Hogwarts'

Was one where Cedric could contemplate and think,

A way to clear his mind before the hustles and bustles of daily school life,

Quidditch was something he could do whilst at school,

To reflect and think,

Just like the train ride to Hogwarts.

The corridors of the train are simple,

There are always the echoes of laughter from others,

Looking forward to a new year at school,

But what would make each year so different from the last?

Quidditch Cho

The talk eventually spilled over to Quidditch at Hogwarts.

"We need to train extra hard this year", remarks Roger, "We placed second last year,

But this year, the cup will have our name cemented into it".

"Right", Cho says absent-mindedly, her thoughts way away from the carriage, watching the clouds dotted here and there in the rapidly darkening sky.

"Have you been practicing?" asked Roger, "We're gonna get the cup, I can feel it, right there"- he pointed to his head.

"Yeah and we all know you're telekinetic", guffawed Marietta, laughing at Roger's look of incredulous disbelief in Marietta's patriotism.

"Cho knows it right, Cho?", Roger replied standing up as if to show his supreme dedication to his Ravenclaw quidditch team, "I mean-",

But whatever he meant,

It was never known,

Because the train lurched forwards,

And Roger was sent spiralling to the ground.

Laughing, Cho reached out a hand and pulled him up.

Her first Broomstick was a shooting arrow given to her at a ripe age of 11 (from a distant cousin twice removed who had gained an incomparable- at the time, nimbus 2000 instead), a shoddy broom, but a broom nevertheless. Everyday without fail, she could be seen practicing with the kumquats in her back yard, throwing them about and racing around to catch them.

Girls Roger

"Girls" thought Roger dismissively taking Cho's hand and leaving the floor, "I thought they were much better at this support your house quidditch thing!"

He stared at Cho sitting in front of him,

Now staring at him, laughing.

Those almond eyes crinkled from laughter,

Almost mocking him

And Her lips, the fullest pink.

He'd known her a while,

After all he is her quidditch captain, (and) ever since her 3rd year.

Hell, he'd even go as far as to say he'd known her all his life.

… They were only friends.

… right?