Cedric was starting to feel a little better. Instead of continuing to argue about whether he was dead or alive, he'd moved on to more important matters, like this apparent war that they were fighting. If they fought hard enough, he could rescue his other friends. Had only the ones who died on their planet been rescued? It seemed like a strange way to go about things if anyone asked him. You'd want to get the ones who'd escaped dangerous situations alive.

He looked up at his new companion, quickly introduced to her name and the home she'd lost. "I'm sorry you lost it too. I'm Cedric, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff House---or I'd be if it still existed."

What? It was the closest thing to a tribe he had.