But Cedric’s feet are already moving, cutting through the grass with an easy, deliberate stride. He can’t say why, exactly. He’s been watching you for weeks. Months. From across the Great Hall, from the opposite end of the Quidditch pitch during your seeker drills. Always in the company of Cho Chang, always close enough to notice but never close enough to approach.

Now you’re standing there. Unwrapped and alone. A Ravenclaw scarf hung loose around your neck, fingers threaded together to keep warm.

When Cedric stops a few feet away, he’s half surprised he actually did it. He offers a small smile, easy on the surface, careful underneath.

He doesn’t add that he’d know you anywhere. That he sort of feels like he already knows you, even though this is the first time.