Mr. Diggory: Of course, I'm Amos. You know, like Famous Amos cookies, my company.

Hedwig: And what a famous Amos you are, how about you, Mrs. Diggory?

Mrs. Diggory: ...er... to tell ya'll the truth, little awl, I seem to have gone and right fergetton mine. Cedric, the little angel just went and called me "Mom" fer so many years, ya know. And Mr. Diggory and I believe that first names are sinful 'round the house so we just calls each other Mr. and Mrs. Amos Diggory, know whatimean?

Hedwig: That's...er... odd at best. So anyway, will Cedric be coming today? He seems to be a bit... late. Ahahaha.

Mr. Diggory:  Gee willikers, Mz. Hedwig, that was a tasteless pun! Just look at what you've done to poor Mrs. Diggory. Gone and shot her nerves, you have.

The Mrs. Diggory in question was begining to sob quiet loudly, huddling in her chair.

Hedwig: Sorry, sorry. Sometimes my humor just gets away with me. May I continue with the interview? Thanks you. Right then, if your dearly departed son Cedric was alive today, what do you think he'd be doing? Would he be ::ahem:: bored stiff (hee hee)?

Mrs. Diggory:  Oh no! We're all here sure that he would have been a great dragon hunter! Maybe even an Auror, with his there talent. ::sniff:: He was Head Boy you know. Top of his class in everythin. Would you like to see the pictures? I have them right here so if-

Hedwig: No! I mean, er.. no, not right now thank you. Right then, next question: Are you aware that your son and my owner, the Great Harry Potter, were in a heated competion with eachother? And that, if I may say so, Cedric just died under the pressure after Harry buried him in the last few rounds of the Wizard Cup?

Mrs. Diggory: Oh God! ::sob:: My little Cedi!!

Just look at what you've gone and done to her! But, no matter, this happens all the time what with the nerves and all. But I don't think Cedric was "buried" as you put it. He woulda excelled in anything, and he did!

Hedwig:  I think we're done here.

Mr. Diggory: : But you only asked us two questions!

Hedwig: Yes, well, I didn't like your answers and I'm in a snitty mood today. So run along now, the interview's over.

Mr. Diggory: You're in our house, why don't you leave?

Hedwig: You call this dump a house? I've seen better and I live in the Owlery, for God sakes!

Mr. Diggory: That's it! Get out of here right now you stinkin' owl!