Cedric pouts. "I've never seen any orphans. Well. Except..." Harry, for one. Most of them, actually. Had their parents even lived? He sometimes doubts it, and that scares him. He's quiet for a few moments, thinking on all the people everyone has lost.

Trying to mask his disappointment, he leans against the wall and listens, busying himself with plans. "I just hope it's still secure. I need to ask someone to teach me to fight, I can't just sit around useless!"

Pent-up frustration bubbling over? Of course.