Whitt looked entirely transformed in his new clothes. The long hair that had previously masked his face was neatly trimmed by Cyrus, revealing large, adorable light-gray eyes that made him look like a young lord from a noble family. Fleur and the others all wanted to step forward and pet the cute little boy, but Whitt stayed right by Cyrus's side, never leaving her shadow, watching them with a gaze full of wariness and cold detachment.
Cedric brought over some roasted meat skewers, handing them to Whitt with a gentle expression. "Little buddy, eat up. You must be starved." Whitt still didn't move, only picking up a skewer to gnaw on once Cyrus spoke up. "Whitt, they're my friends. You don't need to be on guard against them." Cyrus gently stroked Whitt's hair to soothe him.
As Whitt eagerly devoured the meat, Cyrus handed over a water flask from the side. "There's plenty more, no need to rush." Harry and the others also returned to their tents to rest, as the competition would continue tomorrow. Once Whitt had eaten his fill, Cyrus led him to a cot in the corner of the tent. "You can sleep right here." Whitt grabbed Cyrus's hand. "What about you, Sister?"
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