"Big sister!!!!"
"Roy!!!!"
Cedric and Gabrielle cried out their names in grief at the same time. They dropped to their knees with a thud, wrapped their arms around the two unconscious people on the floor, and burst into tears.
Over by Pheobe, little Gabrielle thought Pheobe was really dead. She cried her heart out, hugging her sister's body and smearing snot and tears all over her. Aisling tried to pull the little girl up, but no matter how hard she tugged, Gabrielle would not budge, giving Aisling a splitting headache.
On the other side, Cedric held Roy, who had collapsed on the floor, and wailed as though the world had ended. But while Cedric howled his lungs out, not a single tear fell. All thunder, no rain.
"Hey, hey—"
Pretending to be unconscious, Roy quietly opened one eye. He nudged Cedric, who was putting on his mourning performance, and spoke in an extremely weak voice.
"Hey—stop crying. Hurry and carry me upstairs. Quick, quick, quick."
Cedric, who had been wailing nonstop, noticed Roy's instruction and stopped his mourning act. He looked around and happened to spot the Weasley family entering the hall from the fireplace room. Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ginny were all there. Ron and Harry had not come; Mia said the three of them planned to go into town for a stroll today.
The Weasleys had barely entered the hall when they saw the chaotic scene before them. Every one of them widened their eyes in shock as they watched the mourning contest being held in the middle of the hall by Cedric and Gabrielle.
Cedric hurriedly waved at Charlie, Fred, and the others, signaling for them to come help him.
After seeing Cedric wave, the Weasley children walked over in stunned disbelief. Cedric whispered a few