Cedric sits on the patients' table, looking down to assess the damage. Small bloody patches showed through his t-shirt---wow, he'd misjudged that knife. Good thing it was a thin graze. His protection spells and quick reflexes had kept him on his feet, but that didn't mean it didn't sting.

He rolls his shirt over his head, then shivers and speaks. "Cedric Diggory, sir. And you're this settled into your job already? You must be really eager to work."