After last chapter, I felt immensely inspired the write this one
To xXMizz Alec VolturiXx and music anomaly I only have two words to say: Thank You! (With lots of exclamation marks of course. Did you notice the exclamation marks?
As for the theory of Kellah being Blaise under Polyjuice two chapters ago; creative as it may be (it was so creative I hadn't even thought of that possibility), that wasn't my intent. If Kellah suddenly asking Danny if she's ready to move on seemed a bit too convenient for the story, than that's because I wrote it that way Ah, the power of the writer. Also, Danny needs a little help sometimes. She can be a bit oblivious to her own sentiments. She didn't even know she was in love with Cedric until Wayne asked her, under Veritaserum.
Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review ;)
Chapter 29
When I arrive at the Hospital Wing, the pain has fully returned and I can barely walk straight because of it.
"Miss Potter," Madam Pomfrey rushes to me as soon as she spots me and forces me to take a seat on the nearest empty bed. "I was expecting you much sooner. Miss Weasley told me what happened, you should have come to me straight away."
"I got… distracted," I grit out through clenched teeth when she presses down on my shoulder as some painful form of examination.
"This is severe muscle contusion. You're lucky it wasn't dislocated."
"So I've been told," I hiss as she still won't let go of my arm.
"Stay right here. I've got just the potion to make you as good as new," She orders before disappearing into her office.
It gives me the opportunity to scan the room for my brother who I can't seem to find. But I notice the curtain in front of Weasley's bed's closed and I know for a fact that there was an empty bed on his other side this morning. Also, Ginny's voice carries pretty far.
"Hey, Ginny," I call out. "Open the curtain, will you?"
"Danny?" I hear before she pulls open said curtain and reveals her brother lying behind her and mine next to him. "Where have you been? I told you to get back here within the next thirty minutes."
"I made a stop," I try to glance behind her to see if Harry's conscious but he seems to be pretty knocked out as far as I can tell.
"You didn't go to McLaggen, did you?" She narrows her eyes at me. "I told you not to. Me and the rest of the team already ripped him a new one."
"Yes, but I did it literally," I smirk. "How is he?"
"Pomfrey says he'll be fine, though he'll most likely have a massive head ache."
"Why isn't he awake though?"
"Because, Miss Potter," Madam Pomfrey enters the ward again and forces two vials into my hands. "Mr Potter took a serious blow to the head and I'd rather he recovers from that under the Sleeping Draught I gave him. He'll wake up in three to four hours. Drink that, it will ease the pain and prevent any bruising."
"Is he in pain?" I ask, not even focusing on what the potions smell like before downing both in one go. I might not know what they smell like but I know now that the first one tastes like cat pee, or at least what I imagine it would taste like, and the second one like a curious blend of over spiced chicken and fish guts.
"Right now, he isn't," She says when she's satisfied with me choking on her disgusting concoctions. "But I suspect he'll wake to a serious headache."
If that's all he'll suffer from, perhaps I exaggerated in McLaggen's punishment. But the shooting pain in my shoulder reminds me that I didn't. The potions Pomfrey gave me might take away the pain and calm my bruised muscles, it unfortunately doesn't work as quickly as Harry's knock-out did. But after a minute or two the pain has faded enough for me to get back up and march to my brother's bed.
"So he hasn't woken up, like, at all?" I ask both Weasleys when I sit down at the foot end of his bed.
"No, hasn't moved an inch since he got here."
He doesn't appear to be in some kind of agony. In fact, I think a dreamless sleep might do him so good even if the headache afterwards won't.
"So you lost?" Weasley asks from his own sick bed.
"McLaggen boycotted us," I glare at the guy. "If it weren't for him, we would have beaten Hufflepuff."
I really think we could have, if we had our original Seeker playing the entire game and I could focus on chasing the Quaffle with Dean and Ginny. Unfortunately our back-up Keeper thought differently.
"We can still win the Cup," Weasley, the annoying one, says. "There are still a few games left to play and we won against Slytherin, remember?"
Oh, I remember. Our victory had given me an advantage on Blaise Zabini but it seems those roles have clearly turned around in the mean time.
"I was just telling Ron how Harry was nearly late for the game."
Right. Is that still of any importance?
"So?" I shrug.
"So, he's clearly taking this Malfoy thing to extremes. He thought it was more important than showing up for our Quidditch game, and he's Captain!" Ginny scoffs.
"But he did show up!" I feel the need to defend my brother now that he isn't conscious to do it himself. Who am I kidding? I will always stick up for Harry, whether he's capable of doing it himself or not. "I get that his obsession with Malfoy is getting a bit out of hand, but what if he's right?"
I think he is. And that's why it frightens me even more that Harry won't let go of this. I don't want him anywhere near Malfoy when the Slytherin's plan explodes all over the castle. If whatever his plan is, has the ability to do that…
"Yes, but still-"
"Visiting hours are over." Madam Pomfrey interrupts whatever it is Ginny was going to say. "I have to ask you two to leave."
"Fine," Ginny gets up and gives her brother a goodbye smile. "We should probably let the rest of the team know how their Captain is doing."
"When he wakes up," I turn to the bed-ridden Weasley as well. "tell him that I stopped by. And that I took care of McLaggen."
"What does that even mean?" He sighs in exasperation but I'm confident enough that he'll do as I ask to walk out of the Hospital Wing now.
I join Ginny in the hallway and we walk back to the Gryffindor tower in silence. That is, until she feels the need to become curious.
"What does it mean that you 'took care of him'?" She looks at me with suspicion.
"Exactly that," I shrug. "That he won't be a problem."
"Look, Danny," She sighs. "The guy gets under my skin as well, everyone's I assume, but that doesn't make it okay to resort to violence."
Why does everyone think I somehow need a lecture on boundaries and how beating up people isn't nice? I know all those things. Hasn't anyone wondered if I even want to be considered as nice?
"Thank you for pointing out what I can and can't do. I love that," I roll my eyes at her. "If it's of any consolation, I swear I didn't lay a hand on him."
"How come I get the feeling that you're not telling me the whole truth?" She narrows her eyes at me.
"Probably because you're a very paranoid person." I shrug.
Well, look at that. She and Harry might actually have something in common.
I am grateful to arrive at the tower because the conversation with Ginny was starting to closely resemble an interrogation. When I climb through the portrait hole and into the common room, I am surprised to be greeted with an open-armed Dean Thomas.
"Ginny!"
Oh, right. He's probably not here for me.
He walks right by me to the girl who enters the common room behind me. While he moves in to pull his girlfriend into his arms, she simply pushes against his chest – and definitely not the playful kind – before giving him a bit of the evil eye and storming up the stairs to the girl dormitory. Oh, trouble in paradise? That's new. Well, this week it is. Because she had definitely not been pissed off at him during the game and we both know she's not professional enough to hide her anger on the Quidditch pitch.
"What was that?" Dean turns to me, looking every bit as surprised by her cold shoulder.
"Don't look at me." I hold up my hands in surrender. "I have no idea what that's about."
I don't hesitate to follow Ginny up the stairs after I've informed the rest of the team of Harry's condition, not to go see what's up with her because when she's pissed off, the smartest move to make is to steer far away from her, but to find the nice comfort of my bed. Whatever potion Pomfrey gave me, it definitely drained me off any remaining energy.
I spend most of my Sunday with Harry, and unfortunately with Weasley and Granger as well, in the Hospital Wing since madam Pomfrey has decided to keep him here for another 24 hours. I leave him in the late afternoon to go meet up with Wayne for a two-hour session of magic-channelling exercises. Even though we think they might help, they're awfully boring.
When I get to the Room of Requirement, he's not there yet. So I sit down and wait. And think. Which is never a good thing. And this time it makes my thoughts drift in the direction of Zabini's words to me yesterday.
'I find you intriguing.'
There's something profoundly wrong with the guy if he finds a girl who forced a Mallowsweet overdose down his throat intriguing. Maybe he likes a bit of danger? Do I?
I am going to have a headache that can compete with Harry's if I keep trying to figure out the proper response to the Slytherin's little speech. Is there a right response?
"You don't look too thrilled with the good news." A voice startles me out of my thoughts.
When did Wayne enter the room? I didn't even hear him come in.
He sits down across from me and looks at me with a questioning gaze. Oh, right. He had said something?
"Good news?" I frown, as I can only think of one thing the cheery Hufflepuff would classify under 'good news' at the moment. "I don't think Hufflepuff winning the game is something to be happy about, in my case."
"I'm not talking about the game. There's more to life than Quidditch." He rolls his eyes at me. "I was talking about the notice."
"What notice?" I stare at him blankly.
"The notice, on the notice board," He says slowly. "in every common room, and the Great Entrance."
"Let me be the first to tell you that I don't pay any attention to the notice boards around this castle since Umbridge abused them with her decrees."
I can't look at it without thinking of those stupid little rules the toad made up last year. The shiver running down my spine has become a spontaneous reaction to it.
"It announced an exceptional visit to Hogsmeade next weekend, under the protection of some Aurors who have been staking out at the village. It's only for fifth to seventh years though. Said they couldn't guarantee everyone's safety if too many students went. The other years will get another weekend."
Oh, so that's why everyone had been in a buzz this morning. I just thought they were still high from the Quidditch game. Then again, I hadn't been fully awake when I came down the stairs this morning.
A Hogsmeade visit, huh? I am running a bit low on my Zonko stash but other than that, I didn't really have a problem with the visits being cancelled this year. At least not now that I don't have anyone to meet with over there…
"Isn't that great news?" Wayne beams.
"Yeah, I guess," I shrug.
"Oh, come on, Danny. It's the perfect opportunity."
"For what?" I frown.
"To go on a date."
A date? That's pretty much the lowest item on my list of things I can't wait to do. No, wait. It's not even on the list.
"Are you asking me out?" I tease.
"No. But I was thinking of asking someone else to go with me."
Oh oh. This is the moment where I, as a good friend to Wayne, should make sure that he's not thinking what I think he's thinking.
"Not Adelaide Murton, right?" I ask him, fearful of the answer.
After the dirty looks she's thrown him every time she's caught him staring at her, and that has happened a lot, I think it goes without saying that asking her out would not be a good idea. And will most likely end up with him getting hexed. And then, of course, I'd have to hex her in return. Which would not sit well with my private tutor. Admirer? Stalker? Whatever the fuck Zabini wants to have as role in my life.
"I'm not stupid," He huffs. "I was thinking of Susan Bones."
"You took her to Slughorn's Christmas Party as well, right?" I try to recall if I witnesses any kind of chemistry between him and the strawberry blond girl. "You told me you guys were just friends."
I distinctly remember him saying that he and Susan aren't 'like that'. And now he suddenly wants to take her out on a date? Where did that come from?
"We are. But I keep falling for the wrong girls." I can definitely agree to that statement. "Me and Susan get along great. She's funny and smart and pretty. Maybe if we go on a date together, I might find myself attracted to her in a more romantic way."
"And that will get you over Murton." I nod in understanding.
"That would be an added bonus," He shrugs but clearly that's the whole reason for him suddenly wanting to take his friend on a date.
"Can I just point out that you've tried that tactic before?" With me! "and it wasn't exactly a success."
"On the contrary. I think it was a smashing hit." I give him a pointed look because it was clearly anything but that. "It really was, Danny. If it weren't for that date, you and I wouldn't have become friends the way we are these days."
"You think that forcing your tongue down my throat build the foundation for our friendship?" I frown doubtfully.
"Don't say I forced myself on you," He winces. "I merely kissed you to get over someone else."
"Potatoe, Potato," I shrug.
"That is not-"
"Whatever, Wayne," I cut his protest short. "Unless you're serious about Susan, which we both know you're not, it's not a good idea. It won't work the way you want it to and you might even lose a friend in the process. Don't do it."
"But it might-"
"You can't choose who you'll be attracted to. It doesn't work that way. You told me that."
I feel bad for my friend. He's clearly trying to find a way to not like Adelaide Murton the way he does – which honestly never made a lot of sense to me – but he's definitely struggling with how to do that.
"I didn't think you were listening," He says softly.
"Of course I was," I scoff. "And I also heard you judge me for my romantic choices. A favour I've never returned by the way."
No matter how often I've thought it to myself, I've never actually voiced any of it.
"That's because it's frustrating to know that even girls like you who normally don't do anything predictable, still do the predictable thing by falling for the perfect, kind, brilliant Prince of Hogwarts."
'I am nothing like your usual charming Prince Hufflepuff.'
It has sounded like an insult to my previous choices as well, and even though me and Cedric haven't been together for over four months now, I had felt the need to defend him and my feelings for him. But maybe Zabini hadn't meant it any more insulting than Wayne had. Perhaps he had simply given me a warning to not expect him to be as kind as my previous boyfriend had been. And to make me realise that my boyfriend is not a position he's interested in. He had clearly been talking about something a little more casual. I'm just not sure if that's something I can do. And then there's also the fact that he's a Slytherin. There's nothing less appealing than that.
"Danny?"
"Huh?"
"You appeared to be miles away."
"Sorry, I was just… thinking."
"I know Cedric's a bit of a sore spot," He says uncomfortably.
"That's only because everyone somehow feels that I should talk about him and about our break-up," I grumble. First Ginny, then Kellah, now Wayne again. "I don't have anything left to say about it."
I've bawled my eyes out. I've talked about it to Noah, and that was more than enough. I've distracted myself with lots of projects. Somewhere along the way it has gotten easier, just like Noah said it would. But that doesn't mean that I'm okay with bringing it up over and over again. It's like continuously ripping open a healing wound.
After Kellah pointed out some pretty confronting things about moving on, I've asked myself if that's what I've done. I don't cry anymore, I'm not frustrated with it anymore. The wound is definitely not raw anymore. But is it gone?
I keep coming up with two possible scenarios for what's going on in London right now. Either, I imagine Cedric still sitting in his apartment, with his hands in his hair and that devastated expression in his red eyes. Or I imagine him going on dates, finding a girl who charms him more than I ever did, coming to the conclusion that me breaking up with him is the best thing I could have done for him. Both options destroy me.
Perhaps I'm somewhere in between right now? Or maybe Cedric Diggory's just not the kind of guy you get over? He's my first love. And if I am to believe my mom, my dad, and even Remus, that's something that will always stick with you.
Even though it's over now, and it doesn't hurt that much anymore, I still wish that beside being my first love, he'll be the only one as well. Is that foolish?
"Did I ever tell you about the moment I got over Romy?"
I look up at my friend in wonder. I'm pretty sure he hasn't.
"I didn't realise you could pin-point the exact moment," I frown, because I definitely can't think of a moment that might qualify in my case.
"Obviously, it's a process," He rolls his eyes. "I meant the moment that I realised I was much more ready to move on that I thought I was."
"What was it?" I whisper.
"The end of last year, when I kissed Hannah. Actually, she kissed me."
"I thought you said it didn't mean anything?"
"Not really," He admits. "It was the end of the school year, we were both pretty buzzed."
"Hufflepuffs partying it up?" I smile.
"Something like that. It just kind of happened. And even though I never felt anything for her, definitely not how I felt about Romy, it made me realise that there are other girls out there."
"I told you that countless of times," I huff.
"I know but it was of vital importance that I figured that out myself. There are other girls, and clearly not all of them think about me in a friend kind of way. And I deserve that. I deserve to be more to someone else, to be the person that someone else can't wait to see again. And that girl might not have been Hannah, or the one who comes after her," He admits bashfully. "but the only way I'm going to find her, is to keep trying."
"So you're saying I should kiss a lot of guys?" I frown.
"If that's what you want." He shrugs. " I'm just saying that I have a point when I say that the best way to get over someone is by getting with someone else."
That's a very inspiring speech for all the lost souls out there waiting to meet their other half. I already found someone who made me feel like that and apparently, that's not what I want. But maybe I can figure out what I do want with the assistance of another guy.
"I get what you're saying," I nod in understanding.
"Good. Then maybe we can finally get to doing the exercises. Unless you still want the chance to pour out your heart?" He teases.
"I'm good."
Magic-channelling exercises are a drag but I feel like I've gotten better at it as well, which is probably due to the test I passed on the Quidditch field yesterday, after the actual game.
We don't give the Imperius Curse another go but I'm confident that from now on resisting it might come easier and easier. When I say goodbye to Wayne, I still don't know if he'll take my advice or choose to ignore it by still asking out Susan Bones. And you know what? It doesn't matter. Wayne can do whatever the hell he likes. And so can I.
Harry gets discharged from the Hospital Wing Monday morning, together with Weasley. And with Granger at their side once more, the three have gone back to being Gryffindor's Golden Trio which might not last much longer judging by the awful expression on Lavender's face when they walk into the Great Hall for breakfast.
I'm not sitting with them this morning even though I am a bit curious to know what Lavender's saying to Weasley who looks very uncomfortable at this moment. Instead I've chosen to sit with Ginny who is still very much in a fight with Dean. Normally that would be none of my business and I'd stay clear from any and all their relationship bumps. But this time Ginny's pissed with her boyfriend because he laughed – he fucking laughed – when Harry fell off his broom during the game. So supporting her cold attitude towards him is really just a means for me to not hex him in oblivion for it. Knowing he's getting punished for it by her, is satisfying enough. I throw in a glare at the guy sitting a few feet away with Seamus and Neville for good measure.
"Don't you think you've punished him enough?" A blond Gryffindor girl who apparently is in the same year as Ginny, whose name I'm not even going to try and remember, finds her class mate's romantic troubles suddenly her business. "So he laughed at a slightly inappropriate moment. It was kind of funny."
Maybe I should know the name of my new nemesis.
"It. Was. Not. Funny," I give her an even colder look and I can see her flinch under it.
"Well, I-I didn't mean like haha funny. More like… Oh, ouch funny." Her voice gets softer and softer once she realises she's not going to talk her way out of this and the more she speaks, the more menacing my glare becomes. "I'm going to go now. Bye Ginny."
She can't wait to leave and I watch her flee from the table with lots of unpleasant spells in the back off my mind.
"Could you maybe not scare off my friends? That's the second one this morning," the read-head next to me sighs.
"That's because you need new friends," I turn back to her once the blond has left the Great Hall. "All your current ones find violence way too entertaining."
"You fit right in then," She smirks.
Since I'm all out of glares this early in the morning, the only response I have to that is sticking out my tongue. I might be losing my touch.
"And perhaps she is right," Ginny glances in Dean's direction. "I might be exaggerating."
"If you don't stay mad at him for at least another 24 hours, I will never speak to you again."
"In that case, I'll go forgive him right now."
I know she's teasing because one, she's not getting up and two, Ginny would be my only rival if there was a competition to find the person who can keep the longest grudges. I'd still win but she would be a formidable opponent.
"Seriously though," The teasing smile slides off her face. "I can't stay angry forever and he did apologise for it."
Then again, such a competition would be so in the bag for me.
"Do what you want," I get up and grab my bag to go to my first class. "Stay mad at him, make up with him, it's no one else's business. I'm the last person to take advice from anyway. It's already greatly appreciated that you found Harry's fall as appalling as I did. See you later."
This 'do whatever you want to do' is golden advice. First Wayne, now Ginny. I could so become a guru.
On my way out of the Great Hall, my eye spots Cormac McLaggen eating breakfast and looking right back at me. It only takes a split second but I see the unease in his eyes before quickly looking away. He's a bit scared of me. I like it.
My strut of evil confidence quickly gets interrupted and turns into a sultry walk of confusion when I spot Blaise Zabini across the Great Entrance, coming over to me. Since when do we talk in public, outside of Potion class? Oh wait, the Entrance is basically deserted. Unless you'd count those two second-year girls who are touching way too much to be just friends.
"Potter," He stops right in front of me. "There's a Hogsmeade trip this Saturday."
I thought my eyes were deceiving me when the Slytherin walked up to me in such a public place, but clearly my ears are involved in it as well.
Why would he bring up this trip? To me? I mean, that sounds like… like a date. Right? Oh Merlin, Blaise Zabini is going to ask me to go with him to Hogsmeade, on a date. That's what's going on, isn't it? What am I supposed to say? It hasn't even been 48 hours since he surprised me with telling me he finds me alluring and basically wants to jump my bones. I need a lot more time to figure out where I stand on all of this.
"So?" I stare at him with fearful bulging eyes, dreading the part of the conversation that will follow next.
"We can't meet up in the boat house Saturday morning for our next lesson," He simply says. "So, I'll see you after it."
I stay frozen in the spot when he walks by me. That's not how I imagined this talk to end. I was more thinking along the lines of me telling him that there's no way in hell I'll ever let a greasy Slytherin put his hands on me. Instead, he doesn't want to. That's a… relief?
What the fuck is wrong with me?! For like a tiny moment, which disappeared again in the blink of an eye, I was actually contemplating going on a date with that guy. Is it like a Stockholm syndrome? I really hope there's a potion for it.
When I can move my legs again, I comfort myself with the fact that the next few classes aren't with the git. History of Magic has never sounded better.
After Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms and lunch, I've come to the conclusion that Zabini not asking me out is a great thing. Because I had clearly not been in a normal state of mind since I actually considered saying yes to such a proposal. And now that I've come to my senses, I realise that a jerk like him is exactly something that I don't need.
When I do decide to get back on the dating horse, it should be with someone who's funny. And not sarcastic, cynic humour because that's my thing, that's what I bring to the table. While this new person should also be attractive, the main character trait should be nice, to balance me out. So I need someone who's funny, nice and a genuine gentleman. Now, does that sound like Blaise Zabini? I don't think so. The only good thing I can say about him is that he's hot as hell and all the other stuff I think off when I think about him is very mean and rude. I shouldn't spend time with someone who brings out the worst side of me.
Glad that I have now figured out that what I need and want is not the same thing, I also conclude that necessity is more important than desire. There, problem solved.
The free hour I have after lunch, is spend in the Library working on my Defence Against the Dark Arts essay since Snape grabs every opportunity to deduct points from me and my house so I need it to be an epic essay. Too bad I have to write it on the Stunning Spell. What's epic about that?
"Hi, Danny."
Hearing my name, I look up from my boring research to look into the smiling face of Anthony Goldstein.
"Oh, hey, Anthony," I smile at him because anything's better than this stupid revision and Goldstein's a decent bloke.
"Can I?" He gestures towards the chair across from me.
"Of course," I nod. "It's a free country."
At least, at the moment it still is.
He sits down happily but he doesn't pull out any books or parchment. Why isn't he studying or doing homework? That's why people come to the library, especially Ravenclaws.
"Don't you have to work on your essays or something?" I frown when he just sits there.
"They're all done," He simply smiles.
"All of them? Even that ridiculously long one for Transfiguration?" Oh man, I can barely keep up with the ones that are due tomorrow.
"Yep."
"I really shouldn't be surprised," I shake my head at my own naivety. "Then what are you doing at the library?"
If I didn't have any more work to do, there are at least a dozen other places I'd rather spend my free time at.
"Because Wayne told me I could find you here during your free period."
"Me?" I frown. "You were looking for me? Why?"
"Because I wanted to ask you something."
"It can't be about classes, since you're so much better at all of them than me."
Except Potions, but he's not even taking his NEWT for that course.
"No, I'm good on that department. I wanted to ask you if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend."
"On a date?" I ask him cautiously, because I have already been wrong about that once today.
"Yes, Danny, on a date."
"Oh."
Maybe not the best reaction when an attractive Ravenclaw asks you out on a date just when you've realised you might be ready to move on. Unfortunately, my vocabulary seems to have limited itself to only syllables now.
"Oh?" He frowns, clearly thrown off by my very short response.
"It's just that you kind of take me by surprise," I quickly say to not give him the wrong idea. "As you know, I've recently come out of a serious relationship and yes, it's been several months now and I do think I'm ready to start dating again but at the same time, I don't want to throw myself into this as fiercely as I've done in the past. Which doesn't mean I don't think you're great and I wouldn't enjoy a date with you, you're obviously fun to hang out with. The Christmas party had definitely been fun though that hadn't been a real date of course, and I-"
"Danny." He stops my word waterfall with a small smiling twitching on his lips. "I'm not asking you to marry me. It's just a date. If it doesn't go well, so be it. You don't have to worry about hurting my feelings. It's not as if I'm saying that I love you. I just wanted to ask you because I think you're an interesting girl and very beautiful."
"Oh," Again with the short answers! "It would just be a casual date?"
"Exactly."
That's not a bad idea. I don't think I want to get involved in anything too serious yet but a simple date with Anthony Goldstein, without anyone's feelings in the balance, sounds nice. And isn't this guy exactly the kind of person I realised I need? He's nice, funny, good company and he's clearly considerate enough to make this a casual thing for my comfort. I don't see why I wouldn't say yes to this guy.
"Okay," I nod. "It's a date."
"Great," He smiles at me. "I'll meet you at the Entrance Saturday morning then?"
"I'll be there."
He flashes me a final smile before leaving the library.
I'm feeling pretty good about this, which I didn't really expect. Anthony Goldstein is definitely a good choice for the guy that comes after Cedric Diggory.
