Writing Is Just Sitting In Front Of A Computer And Making Up Problems For Imaginary People While Ignoring

Me, a conflict-avoided and a writer: You mean I have to add CONFLICT???? Is it not enough to make them traumatized and softly and domestically taking care of each other?????

Meeting at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 1

His father embarrassed Cedric when the topic of conversation he started upon meeting Harry was about the match they had played against each other, and he completely put aside Cedric's part where he established how their victory wasn't fair. He insisted that the best man had won, and words that once might have made Cedric feel validated now pained his expression.

"I'm sorry, my father…”

"He's proud of you," Harry said, not looking upset at all. “So you're gonna tell your grandkids about that match?”

“If I end up having those.”

"I imagine it as: children, Grandpa should tell you that once... a long time ago, when you weren't born... I beat Harry Potter in the most unfair way possible... and nobody let me correct it."

Cedric burst out laughing.

“Sounds pretty close to how it would be.”

"I would be honored if you tell your grandchildren about me."

“I'm sure most people will.”

Harry shrugged as if replying yeah, but still.

"If I had to tell them about a match, I'd prefer it to be a better one," Cedric admitted, somewhat intimidated because he suddenly thought that he would say: your grandfather was not only a friend of Harry Potter, but he had a little crush on him! Unrequited, of course. And there was the fact that he couldn't imagine a woman with whom he had children in the first place. “This year we’ll play on opposing teams again.”

"It will be difficult to play against you."

It didn't sound like the reason was his incredible flying skills.

"Would you let me win again?" Cedric teased sweetly.

"Only if you catch me if I fall again."

The subtle pressure on his chest was because he definitely would.

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I totally love rewriting the canon moments <3

Ao3: Always Yours

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Sometimes you have to choose happiness.

This means writing fanfiction in the middle of the week instead of dealing with your responsibilities. Because otherwise there is no way you go through the rest of the week.

It ain't no lie, baby, bi bi bi ♫

When my therapist asked me if I enjoyed it and I'm like yeah but, you know, it's hard work but yeah I do.

writing is the most insane hobby it's like,

is it easy? no

is it fast? also no

but is it fun? well,

I wonder how it would feel to be loved by you

i wonder if you still miss me

beause i do

but i am too much

of a coward

to find out

since i know

there is no point

sometimes

love has

no point

and that's fine

it does not need to

i miss you

and that's fine too

just the way it's supposed to

i loved you

somehow

in some way

I still do

i don't regret a single thing

besides the usual

not saying

how much you meant

to me

for the thousand time

i wanted endless

words

and we left it

at goodbye

If you see me smiling at my phone, no, I am not in love. I'm just reading a hedric fanfic.