Cedric Diggory ¹

Early morning. You wake up to the feeling of someone's hands on your body. It'll be Hermione, in this hole where the bed is uncomfortable, you want to sleep, and sleep as long as possible. You're not the only unhappy one whose sleep was interrupted; Harry and Ron were in exactly the same state.
You woke up with difficulty and started getting ready for the Quidditch World Cup. You're sleepy, you don't even want to do anything anymore, not even the tournament, you just want to go back to bed and sleep, this early morning.
You, Harry, and Ron walked with a swagger, as if the temperature was almost 40, and you could barely move your legs, but in this fresh, quiet, morning forest, where the birds are singing, and the air is cleaner than ever, there is that feeling when it seems like you are not living in this world in vain.
The Weasley twins, George and Fred, walked along cheerfully, laughing and discussing something, as if they'd slept for 12 hours instead of the four you and the boys had. Ginny walked with Hermione, occasionally asking questions and discussing things. Arthur Weasley urged everyone on, saying they were about to be late for the tournament.
You approached a middle-aged man. Arthur said he worked with him, and his name was Amos Diggory. You and the other guys nodded in unison, remaining sleepy-faced.
Suddenly, a handsome, stylish guy jumps down from a tree branch, impossible to tear your eyes away. Cedric Diggory. Beautiful, handsome, brown-eyed, tall, strong, fair-haired, and very cute. You, Ginny, and Hermione exchanged glances, like, "Do you agree he's handsome?" And you moved on. Cedric didn't even talk to anyone, because, well, you're only going into your fourth year, and Cedric is already in his seventh.