In the library, Cedric studies.

He brings along his books, at least. He's a much better stalker than those giggly girls.

He watches, observing, calculating.

Krum turns a page, slowly.

He feels the eyes on him, and it doesn't mean a thing.

People are always watching him because he's famous.

He wishes it weren't so.

Cedric moves in for the kill, sitting across the table from his target.

"Hi-I'm-Cedric-Diggory-it's-nice-to-meet-you."

He coughs.

Krum looks up, shakes the outstretched hand.

"Hi," he grunts, shrugging.

"How are you?" Cedric moves closer.

"Fine," he grunts again, standing up.

He walks off, Cedric left behind.