What happens when you aren't looking ... [OTA}
It was difficult to find fault with a weekend day, particularly one as sunlit and lovely as the current one had been. Cedric had once held the seemingly unlikely wisdom that weekends were to be dreaded. Here in the village, he had come to observe that the various invasions and mystical oddities had often occurred during or at least overlapping with the weekend. The sensible thing had, therefore, been to keep to one's room at such times. Cedric had served as part of the town guard when needed, but modestly had held this practice himself.
In recent months, however, it had occurred to him that there were fewer and fewer of these 'incidents'. Cedric had experienced the village powers himself at Christmas, when they placed him nude in a large basket in front of a certain blond wizard's door. He could hardly find fault with the result, though. The Hufflepuff smiled at the memory of the carnal marathon which had followed.
Since his own holiday experience, though, Cedric realized that he had not been aware of a single 'external' event. People had continued to arrive and depart, but nothing else. The village library was suprisingly cooperative when Cedric when looking for historical accounts of invasions and other strange happenings. He hadn't been the first to connect the events with the notion of 'observers' and their interests of experimentation or simple entertainment.
There was nothing to indicate whether there had been such lengthy 'quiet' times before or not. It was a line of thought that only raised more questions. If their "hosts" had indeed either learned what they needed or simply lost interest, would the place continue? Would everyone be summarily returned or would the village continue running like some very well-made machine on autopilot?
Cedric had once heard the saying that life was what happened when one wasn't looking. Perhaps happiness was the same way. Setting his books neatly on a nearby cart to be reshelved, Cedric made his way from the library and headed back towards the hotel.
For his simple plans, he only needed the village to continue to exist for the rest of the day. Cedric Diggory, posterboy for the virtues of House Hufflepuff and sparkling unicorns, was going to find Draco Malfoy and make love to him for as long as youthful vitality would permit.
Perhaps two days would be needed.
[ooc: Find Cedric looking serious in the library, looking lustful as he heads for the hotel, or just looking happy pretty much anything else in the area.]
In recent months, however, it had occurred to him that there were fewer and fewer of these 'incidents'. Cedric had experienced the village powers himself at Christmas, when they placed him nude in a large basket in front of a certain blond wizard's door. He could hardly find fault with the result, though. The Hufflepuff smiled at the memory of the carnal marathon which had followed.
Since his own holiday experience, though, Cedric realized that he had not been aware of a single 'external' event. People had continued to arrive and depart, but nothing else. The village library was suprisingly cooperative when Cedric when looking for historical accounts of invasions and other strange happenings. He hadn't been the first to connect the events with the notion of 'observers' and their interests of experimentation or simple entertainment.
There was nothing to indicate whether there had been such lengthy 'quiet' times before or not. It was a line of thought that only raised more questions. If their "hosts" had indeed either learned what they needed or simply lost interest, would the place continue? Would everyone be summarily returned or would the village continue running like some very well-made machine on autopilot?
Cedric had once heard the saying that life was what happened when one wasn't looking. Perhaps happiness was the same way. Setting his books neatly on a nearby cart to be reshelved, Cedric made his way from the library and headed back towards the hotel.
For his simple plans, he only needed the village to continue to exist for the rest of the day. Cedric Diggory, posterboy for the virtues of House Hufflepuff and sparkling unicorns, was going to find Draco Malfoy and make love to him for as long as youthful vitality would permit.
Perhaps two days would be needed.
[ooc: Find Cedric looking serious in the library, looking lustful as he heads for the hotel, or just looking happy pretty much anything else in the area.]