Chapter 4

Short chapter. Heh.

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I walked into the Great Hall along with the stream of students, sitting down at the Hufflepuff table without a care in the world.

It was lunch now, and things seemed mighty fine. I sat there, waiting for the food to be magically conjured from nothingness. Well, that was an exaggeration, but… Who really cared.

As usual, all the first-years were seated at the opposite side of the table, with the older students looking at me in pity while also chuckling and pointing at me. Bunch of immature jerks. Not that it bothered me in the slightest. I was a….. Mature person? Well, more so than my peers. In Elementary school, while all the boys were off screaming dirty jokes, I was eating my chicken sandwich.

How does that prove my maturity? I dunno.

Chicken sandwich. Good.

I took a first-year textbook from my bag and began reading. It was very fascinating, the book on charms. While I read in fascination the history of the fire-lighting charm, which was apparently created to deal with a pest infestation, suddenly, someone tapped me on the back.

I turned, placing my textbook on my lap. Looking up, I widened my eyes, staring up into the face of the pretty boy himself, Cedric Diggory. He was a guy with chiseled features, dark blond hair, and clear grey eyes.

"Yes?" I said politely.

"Hello, I'm Cedric Diggory." He smiled, and in the background, I could faintly hear the sighing of joy, as a few students expressed their joy in the sight of his apparently angelic smile. It was really shiny. Good teeth.

"Pleasure to meet you. Reed Grim. Don't mind my voice. Just born that way." I also grinned a little under my mop of hair, shaking his hand. Every time I talked to someone for the first time, I would have to clarify that my voice was not intentionally sarcastic or enthusiastic.

No one could really see my facial features, so I gave off a loner's aura. But the fact that Cedric Diggory had confronted me.

I wasn't exactly the most memorable or approachable person.

"Hm. Hello, Reed. Why aren't you sitting with the rest of the first years?" He asked in genuine concern. My impression of him increased by quite a lot. This guy was actually genuine. I think.

"Long story. But to make it short, they believe that I have eleven bodies under my bed." SIghing, I shrugged my shoulders. "By the way, I don't."

"You don't seem very perturbed by it…" Cedric laughed, patting me on the shoulder.

"Story of my life." I laughed with my low voice, causing a few students nearby to flinch. "I really don't mean to scare anyone. It's just…. That first-years are all gullible. It is hilarious."

Cedric sighed before speaking:

"You do know that you, yourself are a first-year?"

"But they are in the first year too. Therefore calling them first-years makes sense right?" I was such a comedian, right? Everyone was laughing. Definitely.

"Anyway… Nice to meet you, Reed. You're a good guy." He smiled once more, before departing back to his friends.

"That was sudden." It really was sudden. In all my two lives, not many had called me a good person. Well, it might have been, because I wasn't one. Bullied nine-year-olds in FPS games, nailed someone in the face with a volleyball three times (Unintentionally), locked a few cockroaches in my classmate's locker (Intentionally), you name it, I did it. I think I traumatized Billy for life though. Heard he couldn't go anywhere without insecticide after that.

Whoops.

But besides that, I… Think I was a nice guy? Sort of? I traumatized BIlly for the greater good. That loser was terrorizing the geese that lived on the school field. Karma.

Contemplating over this, I crunched down on some baked cornish hen. It tasted very delicious, with light slightly crunchy skin cooked to a golden brown, and tender juicy flesh, filled with blossoming flavor. It was also pretty salty, which I liked. Could do less on the oil though.

Taking my goblet, I downed some cranberry juice. A favorite of mine from the morning. I'd only been here for a few hours, so there wasn't much diversity in what I ate. Some of the stuff… I was scared of eating.

Drinking out of a goblet actually wasn't too bad. Just a little weird to hold at times. I would prefer a normal glass, but this wasn't too bad either.

Vigorously chomping down on the hen meat, I tore some of it off. This really would go nice with some jasmine or buttered rice. I like things salty. Saltiness is nice. I'm also extremely salty.

To the right of me, a group of girls giggled and laughed, and on the left, a short guy propped up his glasses.

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If you have time, check out my other fanfic, "The Multiversal Card Collector". it is also a Harry Potter fanfic.