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Cho's winter boots are sliding on the frozen grass. But her hand's held firmly by this curious – odd and inquisitive – third-year girl, whose blunt questions have made her confess: no, she doesn't think she'd have been any happier, if the boy who tried to kiss her had been their younger champion.
Looking forward to the Yule Ball, she dreamt of romantically falling in love on the dance floor. Cedric's advances only brought tears to her eyes.
Twirling with Luna now makes her feel glad, and free to wait and find out whom and how she'll love and want to touch.