Despite the fact that he knew he was talking to a ghost who could have literally been anyone in the world, there was still a cold shock that turn through his entire body when he’d heard the name. It was different being faced with Ghosts from hundreds of years ago, and the ghost of a dead friend, a person-- a champion whom he’d admired, someone whose funeral you’d attended.
He ran his hand through his hair, he couldn’t help the dumb look he wore on his face. He had so many questions. How long had Cedric just been floating, formless through the halls? Had it been since his death? Or had he just gained his own consciousness recently? How did one even ask that?
“Merlin, Cedric, it’s good to see you, Mate.” Ernie said honestly, it wasn’t ideal but, it was still good. “I---” He didn’t know how to ask, so it was best just to say it, right? “You… alright?”