WOAH. What a convenience being at the Prefects' compartment would be. And having the permission---no, the privilege of occupying the compartment was just plainly splendid. Not only he wouldn't need to find a compartment to lodge in but he also could have a grand journey which he had longed for from the past five years of traveling to Hogwarts through the train.

With a broad grin habitually daubed upon his face, Cedric slid the door open and dramatically heaved a sigh as he entered. He had made it. No more hunting of an empty compartment. No more having a groups of girls asking him to join them. Ah, a hefty showery cloud of luck poured down on him. He was just being quite lucky.

"Great. Wow. It seems downright conducive here," he happily remarked in a dreamy tone. Subsequently, he contemplated the compartment, and saw people... he knew some of them. And that gave him the creeps. The creeps that rapidly surged through him.

Lori. The red-head girl who condemned him. SRSLY?

Nightmarish. That would probably be the best word to describe the very feeling he was having right now. But an excellent actor as he was, his face showed no tormented expression. His grin was still there. His lips quirked in the corners though, and he was at a standstill. Now, what would be the best next move? Go bananas? Stay calm? Man, he had been seriously inadvertently caught off guard.

"I'm happy to be here, I guess," he muttered under his breath.

Welcome him, yeah? You could give him hugs if you want.