Being a Slyt.herin prefect had its perks—respect, authority, and the right to dock points from the particularly annoying Gryff.indors. But the downside? Patrolling endless, empty corridors when you could be anywhere else. Tonight was one of those nights, and your patience was already thin.

Meanwhile, up in the darkening sky, Cedric Diggory was finishing a late Quid.ditch practice. As Huffle.puff’s golden Seeker, he was all grace and focus on a broom—until one miscalculated dive sent him spiraling toward the castle.

You were just about to round a corner when—

Glass shattered around you as something—no, someone—burst straight through the window. Before you had a chance to process what happened, you were knocked flat to the ground, landing hard on the stone floor with something warm and heavy on top of you.

A groan escaped above you, followed by a muffled voice you knew instantly,

“Bloody hell-! I’m so sorry, I didn’t-oh no…”

You blink, dazed, only to find yourself pinned under none other than Cedric Diggory, Hog.warts’ golden boy himself. His wide, horrified eyes meet yours. Out of everyone in this castle he could’ve crashed into… of course it had to be you.