trans_9 | On your broomsticks! [OPEN]

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On your broomsticks! [OPEN]

Following the instructions given to him by crew members here and there, Cedric stepped through a green archway tucked on a corner of the fifth floor and entered a grey void. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sort of place that would be perfect for a day of flying. He imagined a bright grassy plain, a large lake, and a forest off to the side. Vague memories turned into vivid images surrounding him, so thoroughly convincing that he really believed he'd been taken from the ship and placed on a field back on Earth. It was quite a convincing illusion
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All it needed now was the key piece: a group of brooms. He thought for a moment on which brooms to provide them with. Firebolts were the world standard, but he'd never known one well enough to be able to picture it accurately. The school brooms, Shooting Stars, were nice and safe for new riders but not quite reliable. In the end, he knew his own broom best: a sleek Nimbus 2001, gifted by his father. As long as he instructed the fliers to go slowly, they should be safe on those brooms.

Visitors would find Cedric side-mounted on a broom in his black and yellow Quidditch robes, gliding just slightly over the grass. As soon as he spotted them, he'd greet them enthusiastically and move to touch down. "Hi!"

((ooc: wide open for everyone to join in! We'll be doing some group exercises too, so thread around! Fly as a group when you're ready!))

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"She's very pretty," Kaya said, not being able to help but feel a little as if she might be intruding on a bittersweet memory. The two looked so happy together: obviously Cedric would feel sad, not being with her.

"It looks like she was a different house too," she commented, unable to take her eyes off the picture. "Did that happen often, dating someone from another house?"

Kaya was dancing away from the question she was actually curious about: what happened with the two of them.

"She's a Ravenclaw, like your friend Luna. I don't think they were friends, but they knew of each other."

Cedric watched her smile until he couldn't bear to anymore. "It happens sometimes. The rivalry doesn't keep all of us away, but some matches are less likely to happen than others. I've never heard of a Slytherin and Gryffindor in a relationship, for example. They tend to tear at each other's throats."

He longed to see her again, but it was likely impossible. Even if she was safe...how could they be anything anymore? Better for her to find someone else, he thought sadly.

Kaya could definitely see that this wasn't the easiest thing for Cedric. Something about the girl was painful for him, and likely he had been keeping it to himself.

"Nothing wrong with a little friendly competition, I'm sure," Kaya said, "though I wonder why it would be between those two houses in particular. Did they just not like each other?"

Without really thinking about it, she had laid a hand n Cedric's shoulder. "It isn't my place to intrude, but you miss her, don't you?"

"It's an ancient feud that goes all the way back to their founders. Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin were always arguing, and the students picked up on the tradition. They both prize fierce competition, both are prone to anger, and they both attract exceptionally talented people. Sometimes they can become absorbed in their own brilliance."

He'd always been breaking up fights between students in those two houses. It got tiresome at times.

But back to Cho...he took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He was grateful for the support. "Yeah, I do. I want to see her, but I also don't want to. Because I don't think we can be together anymore."

"That sounds a bit like feuds in our worlds, although I think its mostly because one nation chose to hold dominion over the other nations. It's likely that brilliance and pride can overshadow ones need to make compromise though, and that's a shame."

Kaya cocked her head. "Why would you think that? Is it because you think she isn't in the pods?"

"I hope she is," Cedric swore, clenching his hands. They had to have saved her. She was a wonderful witch, she'd help them, he knew it. "There's a fair chance that she is. But even so...whatever time we spent here would be the last she ever saw of me."

"I'm sure they did," Kaya said, feeling bad for Cedric. She could see there was something in him that he had kept to himself, that he wasn't really showing too many people, and she stumbled on it by mistake.

"Why would it be the last time?"

No reason not to confide in her, he supposed. Cedric ran a finger over the picture, longing for days that were gone forever.

"We still don't know how the world restoration would work, do we? It's possible that we'd be sent back to the exact moment we left from. If that happens, I'm going to die."

That was it. A certainty. No fuzzy margins, no loopholes.

Kaya looked horrified. "What? How? What happened to you? I can't believe that!"

The idea that a boy like him, full of promise and ideas and general friendliness killed? How could such a thing happen?

"I was in the wrong place at the wrong time," Cedric whispered. It was still hard to talk about, but he would try for her. "I was competing in the Triwizard Tournament with Harry. We reached the end of the maze at the same time, having saved each other from hazards there. The Triwizard Cup was there, and the winner was supposed to take it. We argued about who had truly won for a while, and then Harry had a brilliant idea. We took it together, but that turned out to be a bad idea."

He took in a rushed breath. "The cup was a Portkey, meaning that touching it transported us somewhere else. We landed in a graveyard, and suddenly Harry was in pain. People were coming. The last thing I heard was his voice saying 'kill the spare', and then the Killing Curse was being cast on me. I was a witness, they didn't want one for what they were about to do to Harry."

Kaya had to calm herself from screaming about, but there wasn't a doubt in her mind who had done the killing. She had heard enough stories from Luna about the person that had been after Harry, whose whole reason of being and terrorizing had made things s difficult for wixards in that world.

"It was Voldemore, wasn't it?" Kaya said, taking his hand. "I'm sorry, Cedric. I can already see how you would have helped Harry anyway you could, if you had been around still. But I don't believe Stacy would leave you dead after all of that. I CAN'T. You could do so much."

Somehow, she felt close to tears. It wasn't fair, the poor boy.

"One of his servants, yeah," Cedric confirmed bitterly. He hated the knowledge, still wishing there was some way he could go on and help. "But I'm here now. If I can fight this war, the others will have a chance at winning the war on our world."

He gazed one more time at the room he'd never walk into again, gently squeezing this girl's hand to thank her for the support. "Would you like to see some classrooms?"

Kaya put an arm on his shoulder. "I know you'll help, and I just can't believe that if you did, you would blink out of existence like that just because of what happened before! I have to believe that you were brought back here because you were meant to help, because you have your own story to make."

She squeezed back, then nodded enthusiastically. "Sire, that would be nice!"

"I'll believe it too," Cedric swore quietly, leaning against his new friend for a moment. He wouldn't brush off offered support.

When he was feeling like himself a moment later, he stood and led them back into the main portion of the castle. "There's so much to see here. I'll give you a choice. Do you want to see the Potions classrooms, the Herbology greenhouses, or the Astronomy tower? There are other rooms, but they aren't quite as exciting."

Kaya hoped he understood the gesture meant she would go to help him whenever he needed a pick me up, or just someone to talk to. Cedric might be new on the ship, but that didn't mean he should be alone.

She was glad to see him regains some of his earlier composure though, and when he gave her the offer, she thought hard about it. "Well, I sort of have an astronomy thingie on the bus where I live, and the Herbology place sounds a lot like Hydroponics, so potions classroom it is!"

Cedric nodded, sweeping through the corridor in an excited rush. "To the dungeons! Do be careful with the staircases, they move---"

And just as he said that, they reached a staircase that did indeed move, positioning them around the corner from their destination.

"...like so. It's a bit cold down here. I never really liked it."

The moving staircase definitely DID trip her up a little, but luckily she had excellent sense of balance, and was back on her feet again. Cedric, for one who had been through so much, was more than happy to see Hogwarts again, and that was at least a good sign.

Kaya did feel the cold, but Cedric, knowing little about where she hailed from, didn't flinch. "You do spells in a draft place like this? Is it so no one gets hurt?"

"No, no spells down here, though the rest of the castle isn't much warmer. We brew potions here."

He opened the dreaded dungeon door, showing the tables where the students would place their cauldrons. The board and the desk were all intact, and the door to the ingredient store was still there, but it was a much more welcoming place than he remembered.

"You're not really getting the full experience without our professors. It's quite different when Professor Snape is here."

"I see," Kaya said, looking around at the place, shaking her head. "Still, simply amazing, being here. Even a place like this."

Kaya inspected everything, sort of sad that the teachers weren't here, when her ears perked up at the name. "Professor Snape? The man that became headmaster after..."

She closed her mouth.

"Headmaster?" Ugh. Hogwarts with Snape as headmaster would not have been a pleasant place to be.

"You're serious? Something happened to Professor Dumbledore?"

Kaya looked a little bothered. "I'm still trying to remember what Luna told me. I know she went through a lot in her final year. Voldemort gained power and things got progressively bad. Hasn't Harry told you about these things, or is he pulled from the sane time as you?"

She DID remember what happened to Dumbledore, and she also could guess what might happen if she told him something he hadn't seen happen yet.

"Harry mentioned the beginning of that. He's a few years further along," Cedric frowned, coming to mull over one of the cauldrons in the room. "The war started when I died. Harry's told me that no one believed I was really murdered, that he was really back. They thought I'd gotten myself killed like a fool in the tournament. So that gave him time to gather followers and form a plan, I suppose."

And that people believed that of him had stung. It still did.

Kaya watched him quietly, seeing there was turmoil in him still, having had life not only taken from him, but the credibility of being able enough to be triumphant in a tournament thrown in his face. What was worse, Kaya understood all to well why people thought Cedric had died under normal circumstances.

"It's easier for them to believe you died," Kaya said, sighing. "When people are comfortable, they just want to stay comfortable, don't they? The idea they have to get ready for a war, where people lose their lives and betray each other just becomes something they would rather avoid. But that's what makes them weaker for the enemy in the long run, really. It;s less about you, Cedric: they're scared."

Kaya's explanation made sense, of course.

"More lives could've been saved if they'd just believed Harry. If they'd believed in me. There's nothing I can do to change that, of course, but I worry. Harry went through so much trying to defend his honour---and mine."

But that was enough about that. He raised his head again, pulling off a smile for her. "All I can do is help now, right? We can't underestimate what's out there."

"Of course they could, but keep in mind how they won the last time. It shouldn't have even HAPPENED, but it did, and they were grateful. So they tried to form life again, normalcy, the kind of things you do to overcome the bad taste of war and death and pain. And then you find out the one that caused that pain is back, and you have to admit the one who gave you the victory is just a boy. And fear sets in, and you refuse to believe it. It's not logical: its just flat out instinct to fear."

Kaya ought to know, more than anyone, the aftermath of war in your world, especially one as long as the one in her world, and what it meant for her people.

She nodded. "And I'm sure you will, Cedric. If you were alive, I know that you would have been right at Harry's side, willing to fight for the good in the world. And we'll do it again, trust me!"

She refused to believe if the worlds were restored Cedric would stay dead. It just wasn't possible.

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God god, "Sire." Kill me...

Don't worry about it!

Re: Don't worry about it!

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