The next morning was the ceremony. They had a huge breakfast of bacon and egss and sausages and hashbrowns. Cedric was bloated.
"You're lucky your metabolism is so fast. If I ate that much I'd gain twenty pounds." Cho teased, coming up from behind Cedric. He grinned.
"You probably only weigh twenty." Cedric grinned, giving her a light kiss.
Cho giggled. "Not quite!"
"Have some breakfast, I'm stuffed." Cedric offered his golden plate to her.
"Oh no, I've already eaten."
Cedric was about to say something when Dumbledore clapped his hands lightly.
"It's been a good year. Gryffindor wins the house cup again, with 345 points. Congratulations Gryffindor. Also, I bid farewell to those who will be leaving us. For the rest, I look forward to a good year next year. And to those of you who haven't completely filled themselves, a few treats." He clapped again, and a few cakes and pasties appeared.
"Oh. No." Cedric said. Cho laughed. "I'm taking some for the train ride home. We get to sit in the Prefects compartment, remember...meet you there!" She said, and headed back to the Ravenclaw table.
Just then, Cedric caught sight of Harry Potter. And he had an idea. Maybe he could find a Quidditch team to sign to. Like Puddlemere United. Of course, only if he couldn't get a job somewhere else. Quidditch was more of a hobby for him, he wanted a job as well.
"Er-Hey Cedric." Harry greeted.
Cedric realized he had been thinking of all of this while staring at Harry. "Oh, hey Harry. Sorry, I was day-dreaming."
"No problem. So...Hufflepuff will miss you at Quidditch. Gryffindor will slaughter them without you." Harry teased.
Cedric laughed. "You wish." Glad he had spotted Harry, and that there wasn't any awkardness over Cho. "Well, I'm gonna go load my stuff. Bye."
"Bye."