"I can wake up," Cedric insists. "I used to do it for flying every day. And I like the idea of watching it rise."

It is starting to get late, though. He sighs lightly, glancing at the clock. "Early to bed, early to rise?"

This is awkward. But it's the same as before, right? Wandering off to their separate beds in their separate rooms, maybe waving before they go.