Alright, alright.

Was he REALLY going to consider submitting his name and watch it be turned into ashes by the fervent fire of the goblet? Hmm. Probably yes. There was no point of not trying. Really. And in fact, he was looking forward for this day to come. So why get cold feed?

Cedric Leone, with his hand holding tight a piece of parchment where his name was neatly inscribed, casually strode toward the age line, not even looking back nor pausing. As he reached the mentioned line, he knew there was no way of turning back. Not that something would stop him if ever he'd like to go away and ditch the goblet but he so promised to himself that he, without stark hesitation but rather mere resoluteness, would do the deed which, in the first place, was expected of him.

And so, Cedric did. He had done it. He had let the strip of parchment slipped from his tender hand. Now what would he needed to do was to... wait. Waiting that would surely agonize or say, anticipate his mind, emotions and the whole he.

He turned back, trotted over the boundaries of the age line, and ran a hand through his curly dark brown hair. As he initiated to walk away from the area, a broad smile met his lips that manifested his rather satisfied, tranquil feeling.

"... I feel great."

Do you?