Total words: 476
This was written for the Mint tea series.
#Cedric#
Before the third challenge.
Cedric laughed at himself as he sat in a wooden chair in the back of the Hufflepuff common room thinking about the mess he had gotten himself into.
He had just come back from the kitchen with a steaming cup of his favorite tea orange peoke.
Maybe he just liked it for its slightly orange color bcause its taste was really quite bitter.
Cedric didn't thrive for attention. He was fine with being at the back of the crowd. He truly only entered the competition because all of the other Hufflepuffs expected him to.
They wanted him to win them their well deserved glory. They were tired of waiting in the dark for the recognition they deserved.
Tired of being the leftovers that weren't BRAVE enough for Gryffindor, CUNNING enough for Slytherin or even SMART enough for Ravenclaw.
They were KIND.
A lable that could almost he applied to all of the Hogwarts students.
They had turned to him. The Hufflepuff Seeker. They had turned to him because of his Quidditch status and his looks.
Even he knew that their were other people who deserved it more then he did.
He took a deep breath as the warmth of the tea spread throughout his entire body.
Looking down at the crisp Daily Prophet that had been delivered to him earlier that day he saw a picture of Harry Potter.
Ever since the whole tournament had started the paper was supposed to cover ALL of the champions. Not just dashing young Mr. Potter.
If Cedric was being truthful he really couldn't care less if Harry won instead of him. As long as Hogwarts got a victory.
But the fact that this Rita Skeeter woman was making him out o be the only champion out of all four of them really made his blood bowl.
All the way at the end of the five page long articicle there was a tiny smidgen of a paragraph written about Fleur and Viktor. And absolutely nothing about Cedric.
Only the Gryffindors supported Harry while the rest of the school cheered Cedric on.
Calling hime the 'real Hogwarts champion'.
Everyone could see the hurt in Harry's eyes as someone would flash their Potter stinks badges at him. Only a fool couldn't.
Meanwhile Cedric got suggestions from his right and left about how to prepare himself fr the tournament.
One of his classmates just plainly telling him not to die.
He wasn't going to die. He still had his whole life to live.
Cedric scolded himself for even thinking about his death.
Professor Dumbledore himseof had said that they would be safe.
Cedric simply just wouldn't let himself die.
He still had thousands of cups of tea to drink. Right?