Cedric,
Again, I feel weird writing this! It's been two years now! We're almost adults! But I still wrote you. This is important.
I can't believe you entered that stupid tournament! It's super dangerous Ced! People have DIED in these tasks! Are you mentally unstable? I mean, I know you aren't, but still! I don't want you to die! You're not ready Cedric! I don't care how good of a student and dueler you are. I just want you to be safe, and you definitely aren't guaranteed safety in this dumb thing!
I know why you're doing this. It's not for the cup, the gold, or even the eternal glory. It's all for your dad. You're so worried that he'll never be proud of you. Cedric that's absurd! You're his only son, he's always been proud of you! You're prefect, quidditch captain, seeker and you'll probably be Head Boy! You're near the top of our class! Why wouldn't he be proud? I really wish you could drop out of this stupid tournament. I don't want you to die! I believe in you though. You know I always will.
I guess now that I'm done "yelling" at you here, I'll be a good friend in real life and support you. You're the best champion out there. But don't be offended if I cheer for Harry a few times. The poor kid has half the school against him! Please don't hurt him! How'd he get in, anyways? Nevermind, I'll go ask you now. Good luck Cedric! Love you!
Presley Caroline