“weasley?” cedric’s head tilted. he had talked to fred weasley on occasion, although not often. not often enough to call him by his first name, he assumed. “what’re you doing here of all places? especially at this hour.”
it was late, that was for certain — and considering cedric was a prefect, he should’ve been scolding. however, he didn’t. simple curiosity took a bit of a hold on him, instead having him ask questions.