"I always know more. I'm good at that, Knowing Things." His eyes slide over Cedric's shoulder to see the image the memory painting is creating. Howard, emaciated, scrabbling through the underbrush eating dirt-covered roots out of the ground. And the statue is him as a six year-old, playing with a toy telescope.

He'd rather Cedric see the statue, so he pretends to be interested in it. "You come here often? It's kind of...weird."