Chapter 14- 'tulips?'

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Y/n's pov

I wake up the next day, tired. My whole body hurts from swimming for that long.

"Good morning!" Pansy says in a singsongy voice.

"Gosh, why are you awake for once?" I groan.

"Because it's a Saturday and I couldn't sleep and you have a date with Cedric today!" She yells.

"She's also had 2 cups of coffee," Daphne says in a sweet voice. I turn and see her sitting on her bed, reading. 

"That makes sense." I sigh.

"Come onnnnnn, wake up!" Pansy whines, tugging my bedsheets.

I whine as she takes my duvet and I curl up into a ball.

"I'm going to call Blaise and ask him to tie you up in a bathroom stall with Moaning Myrtle because honestly, I don't see the difference right now." I groan as I pick up my phone.

I squeal as I look at the screen.

"What, what happened?!" Pansy screams.

"I'll tell you if you shut the fuck up!" I yell.

"Jeez, sorry Ms Pissy Pants," Pansy says, putting her hands on her hips.

I sit up as Daphne sits on my bed, next to Pansy.

"Cedric texted me!" I say.

"Oh my god! What does it say?" Daphne asks as Pansy squeals.

"Good morning with a red heart emoji!" I squeal.

We all giggle as I blush.

"Well, text him back!" Pansy says.

"Okay, but what should I say?" 

"Say good morning with a hand heart," Daphne suggests.

"Perfect." Pansy agrees.

"Okay," I say, typing.

Cedric 🤍

Good morning ❤️

good morning 🫶

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I show Pansy and Daphne my text.

"Now just wait for him to resp-" Pansy gets cut off mid-sentence by a 'ding' noise from my phone.

"Is it Cedric?" Daphne asks.

"Yes! He said, I'm picking you up from your dorm at 7, is that okay with you?"

"Awww, he's so thoughtful!" Pansy squeals.

"Quick, what do I say?"

"Say whatever you want! You should trust yourself too." Daphne suggests.

"Okay," I say hesitantly.


Cedric 🤍

Good morning ❤️

good morning 🫶

I'm picking you up at 7, is that okay with you?

yes, thank you 🫶

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"I did another hand heart, is that bad?" I ask.

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