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[hufflepuffchamp]

He appears out of nowhere and sways as if trying to regain his balance. Once the dizziness passes, he rubs his forehead and frowns

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[theboywho_lived]

"Er.. Hi, Cedric," he smiles slightly, looking a bit guilty.

[hufflepuffchamp]

He blinks... repeatedly.

"... Harry? Where... what..."

[theboywho_lived]

"Um..," he isn't sure what to say. Cedric may notice that Harry looks a few years older...

"How.. are you?" He asks hesitantly, not sure how much Cedric remembers.

[hufflepuffchamp]

He does notice and it's not helping his already impressive headache any. He rubs his forehead... again... giving himself a very nice, angry, red spot. Right in between his eyebrows.

"I have a headache that's killing me, I remember the Cup being a Portkey and what's with you and this..."

He waves at Harry, hoping to communicate the "looking older" bit.

[theboywho_lived]

"... Erm.... That was.. a few years ago," he says, not sure how to explain without it either sounding crazy or upsetting.

[hufflepuffchamp]

He laughs in a nervous sort of "You're kidding, right?" way.

"What are you talking about, Harry? That was a few minutes ago!"

[theboywho_lived]

"Er.. Do I look fourteen?" He asks, taking a step back. "A lot has happened Cedric.. I'm eighteen now. You've.... Well, it really doesn't matter here, you know? It's just good to see you again." He smiles.

[hufflepuffchamp]

He's beginning to think something's really off and looks at Harry strangely.

"... I've what, Harry?"

[theboywho_lived]

"Er..," he's rather expected someone else may have already told him so he's been avoiding it. "You.. um. you were murdered."

[hufflepuffchamp]

And that's when the rest of his memories - and the reason for his headache - return...

"So... we're dead?"

[theboywho_lived]

"Um.. no.. You are. Well, you were. But now you're not. So that's good, yeah?" He's trying to keep his tone light and hoping not to upset Cedric too much with too much information.