"What a charismatic quartet. Hello!" She tells them as she gets a good look at them all. "I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet." She says as she walks forward and extends a hand for a handshake. "But of course you know that don't you." She continued as she shook each of their hands. "It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" She says as she pinches and pets Fleur's cheeks. "What mysteries do the muscles mask? does courage lie beneath those curls?" She spoke as she ran a hand through Cedric’s hair and walked around him. "In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing?" When no one volunteers she grabs Harry and begins to drag him away. "Mmm? Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely."