On the south-facing side of the drawing room is a portrait carefully coated with charms to prevent sun damage, in the best frame money can buy, daubed with colors so bright and perfect that they make one gleeful just to look. It is the portrait of the handsome young man. He is open, friendly, laughing, and he will always be kind. He is a delight to talk to. Everyone says so. He will point out the best books on the shelves. He will tell you of the garden with its wide Quidditch pitch. He will describe his friends. He has many friends.
And on the cold opposite side, partially hidden, is the portrait of two people who wanted to look on the young man even after they died. But sometimes it seems they can’t bear to look at him. They will tell you that he fills them with joy, and he does. He also fills them with pain.
It is Cedric’s portrait that faces the south. It is Cedric’s portrait that collects the sunshine. Cedric can see, through the drawing room windows, the bright and cheerful pitch they once set up for him.
The other portrait is of the people Cedric left behind.