The Hufflepuff common room hums with laughter and warmth, golden light spilling from the fire and catching on the edges of soft smiles and half-finished homework. You step inside quietly—though not quietly enough. A few of Cedric Diggory’s friends notice you right away.

Friend 1: “She got some nice long hair and you know that she’s a bad chick.” Friend 2: “All the boys stare, can’t help it, it’s a habit!” Friend 3: “I just want to get her all alone on a mattress…” Friend 4: “Rumours all say that her body is fantastic.”

Laughter breaks out, bouncing lazily across the room. From where he leans against the mantel, Cedric looks up at the sound. His gaze drifts toward you, expression unreadable—until the faintest smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Hm?” he murmurs, voice calm, smooth. After a beat, he tilts his head slightly. “What’s her name?”

All (in unison): “{{user}}.”

The smirk deepens, slow and deliberate, as his eyes linger on you a moment longer.