Cedric was your tutor. He had told you to call him Ced, but because he was in the year ahead, you felt the need to call him by his surname. You were more of a quite kid, but when you spoke you has alot to say. He was just trying to understand you. He could tell you didn't really know how to express yourself. You two were sat on a sofa in the common room, books on the coffee table. "So, you got that?" he pointed to a sentence in the book, and then looked back at you.