There was something about the flight pattern, and as my head returned to the pillow, I realized… That was Ced’s best Quidditch move.

Woooooow. Likening the bubble's movement to Ced on a broom - so so smart.

Cedric was the last on her lips… Maybe, still a taste of him…

Just wonderful, and so heartbreaking.

We don’t need goodbyes. Even if I didn’t intend to keep close watch over him, goodbyes don’t matter. What matters is that we finally said hello properly, like we should have before… with lips and hands and open eyes.

Most romantic fic in the world. You've completely converted me.