So... these can't all be New Feathers, right? There's so many of them... [and you might hear her flipping through the pages in her journal, as though trying to see if a familiar face showed up...]

[Cho is sitting outside House #26, wrapped in a coat, hat and blanket and staring at her journal. Feel free to happen upon her and no, she's not about to cry it looks like she's about to start crying...]

[very quietly into her journal] He just reminds me so much of Cedric....

[She sounds a little distressed.]

I... I'm not dead... Am I? I mean... I can't be... Right?

This is pathetic, talking to a journal like it has any answers.

[sighs]