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Written for auction prompt - Wing!Fic
Word Count - 237
Guardian Angel Training
He didn't know what he expected to happen when he died. He didn't expect to die for a long while yet, so he didn't even know he should be considering what would happen to him.
He did not expect wings.
He didn't think he would have expected wings, no matter when he died.
They were functional wings too. He went ass over tit a few times, learning how to actually use them, but his natural born ability to be at one with flying had helped him get it together pretty quickly.
That had been the easy part.
Now he was being sent back to earth with his wings and a mission to help as a guardian angel. While also being invisible.
He wasn't quite sure what to make of that.
Where the bloody hell had his guardian angel been when he was wiped out in the cemetery?
Cedric floated above his charge, a tiny little muggleborn who was about to get her Hogwarts letter. He wasn't sure why he was with her yet, just that he would be needed eventually. He also did not know what he would be needed for.
The angel boss people were full of cryptic crap.
His mind occupied, he didn't notice his wings tilting him slightly until he sighed and tried to shift them… and dropped promptly on his ass on the floor.
… Maybe he wasn't quite done training after all.