"I like to watch the other Quidditch teams to see what I'm up against," Cedric started. "I finally made Seeker in my fourth year. I never got to play against him then, because the match was cancelled. The Chamber of Secrets was open that year, and Muggle-born students were being attacked left and right. Luckily they were only petrified, not killed. Anyway, I watched Harry in a match against Slytherin before that. One of the Bludgers kept fixating on going after him for some reason. He managed to avoid it for most of the match, but it broke his arm just before he caught the Snitch. He did manage to catch it with his good arm, though."

There was always that! Oliver Wood had been so proud, he remembered. "Professor Lockhart taught Defence against the Dark Arts that year. He liked to think he was highly impressive---used to boast to me that good looks would get you everywhere, and that I ought to start trying as hard as he did. But he didn't seem to show that he knew much about defence...or anything, really. He insisted on trying to fix Harry's arm, and I think he ended up removing the bones. It was flopping like a rubber snake when I saw him being dragged off to the hospital wing."

He nodded, moving on to the more important things. "Then came third year. As I've already said, the dementors got him before he could beat me in our match. But he kept playing really well the rest of the year, helped with his new broom. A Firebolt, the fastest broom there is. He worked really hard, and Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup that year. Honestly...if he's ever up for it, I'd like to play again in a fair match."