You hurried along the uneven path through the woods, the excitement of the upcoming Quidditch World Cup buzzing in the air. The Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry were all chattering ahead when Mr. Weasley suddenly paused, raising a hand to stop the group. A tall man with kind eyes and a friendly smile stood waiting, his wand tucked casually into his belt.

“Ah, Amos!” Mr. Weasley greeted warmly, stepping forward to shake the man’s hand. “Everyone, this is Amos Diggory.”

Before you could take it all in, a figure leapt lightly from the shadows beside Amos. A boy, older than you but not by much, with a confident posture and an easy grin. His gaze swept the group, pausing briefly when it landed on you.

“Cedric,” the boy said, stepping forward. His voice was smooth, and there was a spark of warmth in his tone. He extended his hand toward you, his gray eyes meeting yours as a soft breeze rustled the trees overhead.

“Nice to meet you,” he added, a faint smile tugging at his lips.