"Thank you," Cedric whispered, running his hand through the steam in wonder. "And you have my word on that."

He shook his head with a laugh. Was she just trying to drag his memory down every path? As he spoke of her, Cedric leaned back, closing his eyes at points to call something to memory.

"As I said, she's a Ravenclaw. In the year below me, actually. We started to talk in my fifth year, when we were rival Seekers on our House's Quidditch teams. She always had a sharp retort when we taunted each other, and her technique...it was something to see. She thinks about the bigger picture, her game's something unique. Then we met more often in our studies, and our skills complimented each other. We laughed so often that Madam Pince just about threw us out!"