Cedric slumped.
It felt like every part of his body was bruised. Or scrapped. Or covered in very itchy spider hair. Harry, next to him, was clutching absently at the seat of the Ford Angelia, his green eyes wide. Percy, the oldest and apparently someone with a muggle license, was swearing, actually swearing as he slammed both his wand and his hand against the dash of the car as he attempted to bring it under his control. It was alarming really because everything Cedric knew about Percy Weasley was him being a steady, easy presence in comparison to his other siblings. He wasn't as cool as Bill, wasn't as chill as Charlie, wasn't as loud and funny as the twins. And watching him resolve into a teenage boy who was one hundred percent done and ready to strangle something. Possible the car, if that was possible. But Cedric could see Percy attempting it, he was so frustrated and angry over their little jaunt into the forest.
Honestly, Cedric was right with him.
Steve on the other side of Cedric, was absently patting Ron's back in an attempt of comfort. Meanwhile, poor Ron was staring straight ahead with a dead look in his eyes.
"So, that was a bust," muttered Cedric, for a lack of anything better thing to say.
"Well, we know that Spiders hate the damn thing, whatever Slytherin's monster is," said Steve, equally as helpful.
Ron gave a sort of frustrated sound that was a little like a mixture of suppressed scream and a sputtering choking sound.
"If I ever see Hagrid, I am going to have some words," said Percy darkly, and frankly, that was more alarming than the swearing, the return to his more proper self.
Ron just whimpered.
