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Asiya, XVIII, Turkish Italian with a Croatian citizenship

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I'm a wannabe writer that speaks a lot of languages and likes music, books and stationery. Feel free to shoot me an ask anytime!
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  • @hpminorcharnet​​​ get to know the members challenge: Asiya

    Favourite minor characters (3/?)

    Cedric Diggory

    How are you so sweet, my love?

    How are you so sweet?

    I can imagine the whole world

    Falling at your feet.

    FOR THE BILLIONTH TIME...I have two ideas. The first is the lyric "hold me in this wild wild world cause in your warmth I forget how could it can be and in your heat I feel how cold it can get," from Warmth by Bastille. And the other is "Banana Pancakes" by Jack Johnson. For characters I'm thinking Sirius, Remus, or Cedric (surprise surprise) but you can pick and choose! Don't worry about doing these if you don't want to, because like I said, I might just do them myself! <3

    @goblackhatwithme u seem a tad frustrated there buddy, so have this Cedric blurb in which I kiiiinda combined both your prompts xoxox I am sorry if it’s not very good, I love u.


    Excitement filled her mind the moment she woke up, immediately painting a grin onto her still sleepy face. Without waiting another second, Y/N pulled aside the curtains of her four poster bed, grabbing a pile of clothes from the chair nearby and rushing into the girls’ bathroom.

    Within simple minutes, she’s standing outside the y/h common room, a small bag in her hand and an excited smile beaming and seeming to light up the entire corridor, somehow glowing even brighter when she catches a glimpse of her date for the day walking towards her.

    Cedric Diggory appeared to be even happier about the day ahead than Y/N did, even though to her, it seemed impossible. As he finally reached the entrance of her common room, he wordlessly placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

    “Hello gorgeous,” he said, his smile audible even in his voice. She felt her excitement lodge in her throat, but managed to utter a sweet, “Hello,” in response as they began walking.

    “Excited?” he looked at her, his smile almost mischievous.

    “Of course! I’ve been looking forward to Hogsmeade with you all week,” she beamed, only to find his smile vanish, replaced by a worried frown.

    “Love, have you looked outside today?”

    It was at that very moment that they reached the massive archway that led to the courtyard, and she felt her own smile vanish as she saw the flurry of rain pouring down outside, the statues in the middle of the courtyard almost invisible through the rushing water droplets being pushed by the wind.

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