"Exactly," Cedric nodded on both counts as he opened the door, leading them to the sixth years' floor. This was the room that Cedric shared with his dorm-mates. Each bed had a patchwork quilt, there were bed-warmers hanging nearby, and everything looked absolutely comfortable. He'd really loved this place.

He moved to sit on his own bed, running his fingers over his belongings. Everything had appeared exactly as he remembered it---the newspaper clippings in a pile to send to his father, his yellow and black scarf, and the photographs: one of Cedric with a beautiful girl in a blue-accented Hogwarts uniform, one with his Quidditch team in yellow and black robes, and one at home with his parents. All happy scenes from his life, the people within the magical pictures smiling and waving.

It didn't occur to him that it might be odd for photos to move.