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He doesn't mean to think of the sandy-haired boy--Cedric, he reminds himself--on the boat back to Durmstrang, it just happens. He wishes they could have met at a different time, in a different place. He remembers the way Cedric approached him after the dragons, asked him if he wanted to throw a Quaffle around, how he had declined, the crushed look on the other boy's face. He kicks himself now, for being so foolish and petty, and can't help but close his eyes and get himself off, all the while thinking of the broom ride that never was.