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It starts with a little drizzle. Angelina doesn't let it ruin her day. Just because Quidditch is cancelled for the year, it doesn't mean she can rest. Oliver has left behind his legacy, and she'll be damned if she lets him down now.
She maneuvers through the air, squinting against the rain as she turns this way and that. Quidditch matches don't stop for a little fall of rain, and neither will she. Oliver would be proud of her. If he was at Hogwarts, she knows he would be right there with her.
Thunder rumbles, a little too close for comfort. Angelina swears softly under her breath. Rain is fine. Thunder usually brings lightning, and she doesn't want to deal with that. Still, she flies over the pitch once more before allowing herself to touch down on the ground.
By the time she reaches the castle, she's drenched to the bone and shivering. Maybe flying in the rain wasn't such a good idea.
"I think Wood would be proud."
She looks up, startled by the voice. Cedric Diggory approaches her, shrugging out of his jacket and offering it to her. "I'm not sure that will do much good," she tells him, but she accepts it anyway.
"Well, best to take it, unless you're just determined to get sick from the weather," he says.
Angelina feels her cheeks burn despite the chill in her body. It's hard not to notice how handsome Cedric is; everyone knows it. She had never imagined that he would be so kind as well. Warmth seems to radiate from his smile, and she feels like he genuinely cares about her wellbeing.
"Thank you," she says, and she laughs when she realizes she's still awkwardly holding his jacket. She slips it on. "Sorry. I'm a bit…"
But she doesn't know what she wants to say, and it only makes her giggle more. Merlin! She must look like she's absolutely barking.
"A bit wonderful?" he supplies.
"Now you're just being cute," she says with a roll of her eyes.
Cedric shrugs. "Only speaking the truth." He pushes a hand through his hair. "Look, I know we don't really know each other well, and we're meant to be Quidditch rivals and all… But would you like to come to the Three Broomsticks with me this weekend? I would love to buy you lunch."
"As… As a date?"
He grins. "Yeah."
"I'd like that," she says.
As they part ways, she finds herself still grinning and clinging to his jacket. Maybe going out in the rain was worth it after all.