The Hufflepuff Prefect found himself strolling listlessly through the pathways. He was feeling rather sluggish and he thought he was just wasting his spare time which he thought he'd got to be spending on more worthwhile things rather than of walking, going nowhere, yes. He was close on deciding to walk back to the castle and bury himself under piles of books as a swot would definitely do... but he was no swot. No swot, indeed. He continued walking, his mind being seemingly carried by a train on a track; random thoughts clogged his mind. Cedric wandered his gaze about the entire area, as if wondering whether the pathways had been put under magic... under a nostalgia-inducing magic. He smiled. The pathway, at any rate, wasn't under any sort of magic. It was just him... being his nostalgic unusual self. He was a happy person, after all... one who had the uncanny ability to smile till his smile trudge up, up, up to his ears.