When Cedric stepped aside, Cho apologized quickly and entered the cottage. On the inside it looked just like hers, except for the obvious part where Cho had gone a bit mad in her living room decorating when she first got here, as it had helped her calm down slightly.
"She brought you here the same way George brought me, then," she mused out loud. "It doesn't make sense, but I.. it's been so long, Cedric, and now you're standing here in front of me, perfectly well. It's like you haven't changed." Her voice trembled a bit as she spoke; often she had daydreamed about something preposterous like this happening, but never had she dreamed it possible. Yet here she was, with it all coming true.
What should she do now? To say she had moved on from him entirely was a lie (and she would point out that it was a different kind of situation to move on from), but she had somehow, however frailly, stitched back together the pieces of her heart that had broken when he died. Seeing him right there, though, was tugging at the stitches, which were weak from the start. "Well--I'm glad you stayed. Oh, that was a stupid thing to say... of course you..." but she trailed off before finishing that sentence, having mumbled the last bits to herself anyway.