And around we go .... (OTA)
As had always been the case for him since he'd arrived in the village, Cedric had a keen sense of been on some large and mysterious roundabout. It was mid-October already, this particular morning having enough of a chill that he'd bothered with a warming charm for his usual morning walk around town. Another Halloween was coming, and this time he knew he'd best come up with his own costume for the occasion - in the interest of avoiding having the village powers transform him at their own whims for the occasion. Past the holiday, another winter and another new year were around the corner.
He'd had a birthday last month, making him 23 (or 38, if you were counting the calendar literally - he'd jumped from 1994 to 2009 upon arriving). Six years in the village and he was no closer to truly understanding the mysteries of the place than he'd been at the start. Granted, he'd learned to avoid some of the more obvious "traps" - notably the greatly increased frequency of strange mayhem occurring on the weekends. The business of dopplegangers - people who had lookalikes always seemed to be of the attractive sort (his own modesty preventing Cedric from really seeing that for a while). Lastly was the business about the books and movies. Were all of the village 'guests' characters in someone's work of fiction?
Cedric was over questioning his own reality as a person - his story was still his own. His 'author' had, after all, been content to use and discard him as a pettable but ultimately expendable sacrificial lamb. If the lady in question showed up in the village, Cedric would be sorely tempted to tell her to get stuffed. Merlin himself likely couldn't imagine what Draco would have to say to her.
The Hufflepuff couldn't help but laugh at the image of such a confrontation. Entirely worth the price of admission, as they say.
[Feel free to encounter the smiling young wizard as he walks through town on a chilly October morning - he's a friendly sort.]
He'd had a birthday last month, making him 23 (or 38, if you were counting the calendar literally - he'd jumped from 1994 to 2009 upon arriving). Six years in the village and he was no closer to truly understanding the mysteries of the place than he'd been at the start. Granted, he'd learned to avoid some of the more obvious "traps" - notably the greatly increased frequency of strange mayhem occurring on the weekends. The business of dopplegangers - people who had lookalikes always seemed to be of the attractive sort (his own modesty preventing Cedric from really seeing that for a while). Lastly was the business about the books and movies. Were all of the village 'guests' characters in someone's work of fiction?
Cedric was over questioning his own reality as a person - his story was still his own. His 'author' had, after all, been content to use and discard him as a pettable but ultimately expendable sacrificial lamb. If the lady in question showed up in the village, Cedric would be sorely tempted to tell her to get stuffed. Merlin himself likely couldn't imagine what Draco would have to say to her.
The Hufflepuff couldn't help but laugh at the image of such a confrontation. Entirely worth the price of admission, as they say.
[Feel free to encounter the smiling young wizard as he walks through town on a chilly October morning - he's a friendly sort.]