Cedric was starting to get used to this whole introducing his not so dead self to Cho thing. Cho was emotional. She always cried- though it wasn't always equal levels of dramatic. She always apologized, too. Cedric had a feeling there would be an awful lot of both things this evening.
Hearing the knock at the door, Ced pulled it open with a small smile. "Hey, Cho," he greeted, relieved to see she looked much like Cho he had dated.