Comic microflash.

Don't kill me.

Cedric bumped into the boy with the bronze hair. "Oh, sorry, mate, I -"

They stared at each other.

A silence elapsed.

It was as uncomfortable as that time when Tom Riddle had come back to Hogwarts for his job interview, and Dumbledore had said, Tom, I think you've misplaced your nose.

The boy with the bronze hair cleared his throat. "Well, this is awkward."