"Yeah. The next one might be even better for you. It can still work out."

Yeah, you can still leave, Howard. Cedric shuffles his feet awkwardly---but not too much. They're hovering around awkward territory now, but at least it's a distraction from the sadness.

"Are you sure I'd fit? I could lean off the side, or something." Cedric's been aware of his height for a while. It had taken his father quite a while to fit a bed that was long enough in the house---being the tallest of generations of Diggorys had its downsides.