HE INHALES DEEPLY ( once, twice, a third time. ) Talking to someone, who was in pain, who was carrying a fresh wound deep in their very own core, wasn’t something, Cedric considered himself a professional in. But it was obvious that Nancy was hurting, it was obvious that the vanishing ( some people already called it the LOSS ) of her fellow school mate & friend Barbara had a deep impact on the brunette witch - Of course it did, how couldn’t it? All the different PRESUMPTIONS ( some people thinking that Barb simply left school behind without telling anyone to pursue another career path, other so called sources talked about a tragic accident, while the third party was profoundly convinced that Barbara was already dead, killed by death eaters for good. ), of which one was even more horrible than the next one, didn’t have any proof whatsoever to actually support such WILD AND HORRIBLE fantasies. A silent sigh, before Cedric slowly walks over to the Gryffindor student, tightly wrapped package of sandwiches & a steaming mug of coffee in both of his hands, before he silently sits down beside the young woman. “Hey - Nancy, right? - I saw you at the Gryffindor table & realized you didn’t eat. I know we don’t really know each other & I understand that you don’t really feel like eating - But you should definitely try to at least get a little something down.” The smile on his face is radiant & he silently places the brought food beside the witch. “I’m Cedric, by the way. Cedric Diggory.”
