4. Cedric's Caught With The Emo Voldemort
"Celine…"
"Huh, what?"
"Come here."
She followed the voice and she saw Cedric in the shadows. She hugged him warmly and kissed him.
"Where were you all this time? You said four-thirty…it's six o five!...Where were you?"
"With Voldemort."
"What?!"
"I mean, I was eating cold and mort…"
"Oh, okay!" Celine said. She was relieved; she thought he said 'With Voldemort!'
"So um…I got to go."
"Already? You just came?"
"Yeah…I have more cold and mort to eat," Cedric walked away.
Celine frowned with a shrug and started stalking him.
Cedric walked inside of an unusual room, and slammed the door behind him. Celine walked to the door and put her ear to it.
"…I can't stand living without you, Cedric."
"Me either."
"That's it!" Celine scowled and opened the door. She gasped at the sight of Cedric and Voldemort snogging violently. They broke apart as they saw her.
"Cold and mort?!"
"That's my nickname!" Voldemort smiled. "How did you know?"
"What? Cedric said he was eating cold and-," Celine thought for a second, "Ew, gross Cedric!"
"It was good!"
"I'm going to barf!" Celine said, before waking up. She looked to her left and saw Cedric with a tray. She smiled warmly.
"I brought you some cold and mort," Cedric put the tray on her lap.
"No thank you…I don't have the appetite."
"But you like cold and mort?"
"I don't NOW!"
"Oh…um," Cedric said, picking up and setting the tray on her bedside table. "What do you want then?"
"Waffles!" Celine said grabbing a waffle maker and pressed it against her face, "I am the Waffler! I-,"
"Celine how many times have I told you that you aren't the Waffler?"
"10,709,312,989,453; so what?" She smiled. "Waffle man, I am the waffler, golden crispy bad guys are-."
Cedric shut her up with a kiss.