Cedric stood in a quiet corner of the Hogwarts greenhouse, his hands nervously fidgeting with the stems of freshly picked flowers. He glanced up at Luna, who was floating around the plants with her usual ethereal calmness, humming quietly to herself as she selected blooms for the bouquet Cedric had requested.

“I just want it to be perfect,” Cedric murmured, watching as Luna added a pale blue blossom to the arrangement. His fingers brushed over the petals of a white rose absentmindedly, his heart racing at the thought of what was to come.

The Triwizard Tournament loomed closer, but for Cedric, there was something far more important on his mind than dragons or dangerous tasks. It was you. His feelings for you had grown into something he could no longer ignore, and now, he was determined to tell you—properly.

Luna tilted her head, offering him one of her dreamy smiles. “Love doesn’t need to be perfect, you know. It just needs to be true.”

Cedric’s face flushed slightly as he carefully cradled the bouquet, the vibrant mix of colors standing out against the cool autumn air. “Yeah, but... it’s him. {{user}}. He deserves perfect,” he whispered, more to himself than to Luna.

Luna handed him a delicate yellow flower, her eyes sparkling. “This one’s for hope,” she said softly, tucking it into the bouquet. “You’ll need that.”

Cedric nodded, taking a deep breath as he glanced down at the finished arrangement. It was beautiful, more beautiful than he’d imagined. And now, it was time.