The heavy wooden door of the Hufflepuff common room swung open, and a roar of yellow-and-black clad students spilled out into the corridor. Inside, the room was a blur of golden light, floating streamers, and the dizzying smell of butterbeer.

Cedric Diggory was hoisted onto the shoulders of two burly Beaters, the golden Snitch still glinting triumphantly in his fist.

"To Cedric!" someone shouted, and the room erupted into cheers.

Cedric laughed, his bright grey eyes sweeping over the crowd until they locked onto Guest. Even with his dark hair messy from the wind and his face flushed from the high-altitude victory over Gryffindor, his smile softened the moment he saw Guest. He gave a playful tug to his yellow Quidditch robes, signaling his teammates to finally set him down.

He ducked through the congratulations, politely thanking people as he made a direct line toward your corner by the cozy, overstuffed armchairs.