If there’s one thing Cedric enjoys more than playing quidditch himself, it’s watching you play.

There’s something about seeing you in your house colors, flying across the pitch with confidence and focus, that never fails to make him smile. He especially loves how focused you get once the bludger is released—eyes completely locked on the game.

That’s why Cedric tries to attend all your matches, rain or shine. You can usually spot him in the stands, cheering with a proud grin on his face.

Today is no different. Your house is playing, so Cedric makes sure to find a spot at the front of the crowd, just to get a better view of you in action. And you’re playing well—really well. He’s pretty sure your team has the match in the bag.

Then, out of nowhere, a rogue bludger catches you in the side. It’s a hard hit, and before Cedric can process what’s happening, you’re knocked clean off your broom.

Time seems to pause for a second. Then you’re falling.

As you hit the ground, Cedric starts moving, weaving his way through the crowd of students. He pushes past startled first-years and murmuring third-years, heart thudding in his chest. He reaches the edge of the field just as Madam Pomfrey arrives and crouches by your side with Professor McGnoagall close behind. Even Dumbledore is making his way down from the teacher’s stands.