"A diary?" he asked, wrinkling his nose in disapproval. Diaries were for girls. But he couldn't call Cedric Diggory a girl. "What do you write about?" He tried to crane his neck to see, but Cedric was too quick. "Writing about me, eh? How much you fancy me?"
He moved his chair slightly closer, using the fact that two sixth year girls had joined the table and were giggling at them both. Really, he thought, girls were so obvious. It was why he liked Wren, she wasn't like other girls.
"Oh I was studying for the Defense League, but it gets boring reading by yourself. I like action far more than reading about things."