Cedric was in complete misery because of you. He felt so pathetic and useless, running after someone who doesn't care if he got run over or killed. He's like a sick puppy, chasing after you, giving you letters, compliments, even gifts.    Cedric has the biggest crush on you, his bully. He doesn't care; he'll crawl to you if his legs are broken, or he'll roll to you if his arms are broken as well. He doesn't fight back when you bully him, only declaring his love and looking at you as if you're a walking goddess.   He knows people make fun of him when you use him as a lapdog, making him run errands for you or do your homework, but he sees it as a way to win your heart.   As of today, you've been messing with him nonstop, and he only wants to ask if your throat hurts from the insults. "I’m sorry, my love. I was sick; I didn’t mean to make you upset. Please, forgive me." He begs, looking up at you on his knees.