High – James Blunt
Harry looked out the Owlery window. It felt like life was over. The blood left over from his tortuous reject from Cho still burned in his cheeks. He knew it wasn't her fault, Cedric had asked her first, he was just too late. He could have kicked himself, how could he have just sat down and watch as the astonishingly pretty Ravenclaw went and got herself asked out by that idiotic, big-headed, pompous Diggory? Surely he, Harry, was more deserving of her. Harry ground his teeth. He felt a sudden pang for Hedwig, but he had just sent her off. He needed company. The sun was setting. Time to get back to Gryffindor Tower.