Upon paving his way into the rather cozy, uncrowded conference room, Cedric flicked his dark brown eyes, darted his gaze about, and gradually contemplated the whole room. There were some people in the place. He recognized the two Daily Prophet peeps as he'd seen them just a while back at the reception area and the girl who must be of his age. He would have sworn he'd seen her before. A lot. From classes... to their common room. Ah, she's a Huffie as well! And looked like they were Quill colleagues, too.

"Hi," he spoke, greeting everyone in general but his eyes were fixed at the girl. Surely, in just a matter of time, the room would be dense and congested once the other people--the throng flood over into it. And them, the press people, would be able to jump-start the picture-taking, question-asking which he actually hankered. Photographing all the pretty girls was indeed something to look forward to while torturing the male champions would just serve as a fringe benefit.