Always the Fourth choice

Part two: It's only the second year and my simple life is starting to crumble.

"No, no it's fine, I want to help, if not, what kind of gentleman would I be, to not, OH, speaking of being a gentleman, the name's Cedric Diggory, fourth year, and you are?" He said with a smile, hand reaching out for a handshake, thank merlin there was no one was near the second floor corridor because if so she would be receiving hexes left and right for even speaking to the boy, the people in question? his largely female populated fanbase along with some lads who swung that way, but all the same obsessed. *How in the bloody hell did I get mixed in such a bollock of a situation*. With an irk mark she reached out to shake his hand, which reminded her of Oliver's, rough, probably from quidditch.

"Thank you Cedric, I appreciate the gesture, my names Marien Clark, and once again, I can somewhat handle the situation, I'm not a complete pillock" He just smiled that oh so sweet smile, like the sun, as she finally gathered her belongings.

"Well then miss Clark, I'll be off to the library and I believe you have a class to attend, and stay safe, us Hufflepuff's should stick together, I'll be seeing you around then!" He shouted the last sentence and he ran off to the library.

"yeah..."She spoke in a daze, hand awkwardly semi up in the air. *Wait...I was here for a reason, OH CLABBERT HORNS! I HAVE TRANSFIGURATION IN FIVE MINUTES!* 

BACK TO THE PRESENT~~~

three months, three months it had been since she met the Hufflepuff seeker, term three began, winter had fully blown in and Lockhart, their new DADA professor had come in, hopefully this one wasn't working for you-know-who. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, back in October, Filch's cat got petrified poor thing, and of course Harry was there. Malfoy somehow became seeker for the Slytherin quidditch team, Oliver had told her, speaking of the keeper, she was abruptly picked up from her seat across the black lake and hoisted on top of someone's shoulder, she didn't need to guess who it was when she saw the red Gryffindor sweater with a large yellow 1 on it.

"You know, picking up someone who's in thought and hoisting them up on your shoulder like a mesh bag of quidditch supplies isn't exactly polite Woody" She playfully sighed as her burly kidnapper just chuckled at her dramatics, from the distance you would think they were very close which they were, it took him a good six months until she opened up to him, which he seemed to take pride in almost as much as quidditch.

"Well Mariachi, maybe if you heard my constant shouts of your name ah wouldn't need to do this" She could basically hear his smirk as she rolled her eyes, these two were the most unlikely of friends, a bright, sporty, large extrovert and a small, quiet, reserved introvert, but still somehow managed to make it work, though, his teammates tended to call her 'bunny' because of how small, quiet and jumpy she was which only made his maniacal grin widen, enjoying her unsuccessful jabs and punches of protests.

"Well if I'm going to be up here for awhile would you mind telling me where we're going? or are you just gonna walk through the halls like this?" She said palm on chin.

"Someone's impatient, well ah'm taking you to the quidditch pitch to watch us practice for the game against Slytherin tomorrow, you're the only one brave enough to give me the constructive criticism ah'm looking for Mary, you know how ah get with these things." He said mumbling the last part. She just nodded in understanding, even though other students saw him as overdramatic and overbearing he really did care about the sport, it broke him when he lost last year, but she was there to get him through it, as awkward as it was, they had a stronger bond now.

Once they had made it there she took in a deep breath as she saw the beautiful scene of lively and attractive students flying around, both the boys and girls looking strong and graceful as they soured through the skies like they were born to fly, it made her feel like a small dark smudge on a scenic portrait no one could get rid of, a burden.