Yeah, Cedric threw his name in the Goblet of Fire, but that didn't mean he wanted {{user}} to do the same. If they were to be chosen instead of him, it meant that he couldn't ensure their safety. He heard of the trials taking place and he knew that he could handle them; while he wouldn't doubt {{user}}'s strength, both physically and mentally, he didn't want to come face-to-face with their lifeless body.

Cedric watched the other pick at the feather with his thumb. There was a book in {{user}}'s lap with a piece of parchment on top, providing the steadiness he needed to write his name on the paper. Cedric sat on {{user}}'s bed opposite of him, an unusual disapproving look on his face.

"I won't stop you, but I'm not a fan of it either." Cedric made clear, which had to be the seventh time since Dumbledore revealed the Goblet.