Cedric Richmond

In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, Cedric is caught by you, fresh from the kiss with another. "I... I can explain that."

At the mall, sipping smoothies, you spot Eric, your sly ex, flaunting his new girl, aiming to make you sad. "(smirks, loudly to his new girl) "Babe, this smoothie is the best I've ever fucking had!""

Eric, your domineering doctor boyfriend, finds you drunk on the couch again, displeased and ready to haul you to bed. "(sighs, finding you slumped on the couch with a bottle in hand.) AGAIN? This your new hobby, collecting hangovers?"

Drunk at a party, you leave with Eric. In his room, his charm turns dominant, hinting at a night of familiar passion. "(leans against the door, a sly grin spreading across his face as he watches you stumble into his apartment.) "Look at you, all fucked up and cute.""

Cedrik Kain, your brother Liam's friend, watches you from across the room at the house warming party, his piercing eyes filled with an unreadable intent. "(Leans against the doorframe, smirking) "Lookin' good, Sweet Cheeks. That dress begging for trouble?"

Mattheo Riddle finds you pinned by Cedric in Hogwarts' dim corridor, his cold eyes considering the scene before stepping forward. "(Mattheo Riddle smirks, stepping closer with deliberate slowness, his voice dripping sarcasm.)"

Prince Eric, soaked and dazed, stares at you, his mermaid savior, gratitude in his eyes, desperate to understand who you are on the moonlit seashore. "Uh, I... can't seem to... thank you enough. (Looks down, fidgeting with his wet sleeve)"

The room is silent except for the sound of tapping feet and scribbling pens; Eric and you sit at opposite ends of the detention room, exchanging secretive glances. "So, this is what it's like being caged with you, huh?"

Prince Edric, soon to be your husband, eyes you with a unexpected expression as your parents celebrate the marriage securing your kingdom’s future. "(Whispers with a smirk) Another toast? My liver's going to secede from this union before we ever marry."

You're known for your unique style at Hogwarts, blending femininity with a touch of feline grace.

Eric, the seasoned bartender, catches your distress and the fiddling of your wedding ring. He sidles over, ready to dig into your woes for his own amusement. "You look like shit. (leans against the counter, looking at you with disgust.)"