The Founder's Missing Piece

Chapter 5: The Origin Story

Cécile's POV

It was a very sunny Thursday afternoon, and I was walking to History of Magic. At least there was something to enjoy before I had the most boring 75 minutes of my day. Honestly, who wants to listen to some dead guy talk about other dead guys and how wizards have evolved or whatever? I debated skipping it, but heard Hermione's horrified voice in my head. "Cécile, you skipped a class?! You're going to fall so far behind." I would never hear the end of it.

Besides, I needed another period to think about what I was going to do to get Fred speak to me again. He still hadn't spoken to me since I had yelled at him and George in the Great Hall for trying to put their names in the Goblet of Fire. Which they had done anyways, by the way, so I didn't know why he was so mad. It's not like I had forcefully taken the potion from them and dumped it down a toilet or something.

I could probably have thought of a way to get him to speak to me by now anyways, had I not been punishing myself. I knew I deserved all his anger, even if he didn't know that. As much as I tried to forget about it, I couldn't force the feeling of George's kiss out of my mind. It was amazing. So different from Fred's kisses. George was forceful in the best way, making my head spin and not allowing me to think straight. Nothing like the delicate way Fred held me as if I was going to break at the slightest touch, which was ironic, considering it was George who had seen me at my most vulnerable. That's not to say that Fred's kisses aren't lovely as well, just different. Dammit, Cécile, stop it. George is not your boyfriend, Fred is. You shouldn't even know what George's kisses are like, let alone compare them to Fred's.

"Miss Clourier, you seem lost in thought. Perhaps you could tell us what I was just talking about?" Professor Binns said, interrupting my mental lecture. Fuck.

"No, Sir," I replied, ashamed.

"Then I suggest you stop day dreaming and focus," he said annoyed.

"Of course, Sir."

Looking around the room, I saw about 90% of the students sleeping, 50% of which were actually the Ravenclaws. 'Perhaps you could tell us.' Bullshit. The only person paying attention to what he's saying is himself. I decided that paying attention would be a good idea anyways, because I didn't want to get in trouble again. When I did, what he was saying actually peeked my interest.

"There is an ancient legend about the wizard race that is believed to have been passed on from Merlin himself. It is called "The Origin Story." Ohmygod, this is the story the prophecy is based on! I thought excitedly."It is said that 10 thousand years ago, Merlin got bored and set out to create a new race of person, but not just any type of person. He wanted to create a race with what he called 'special gifts' passed onto them from he himself. However, Merlin didn't want just anyone to inherit his powers, he wanted them to be good people. So he made a decision, one that would test the boundaries of human goodness."

"Nearby, there was a young boy drowning in a lake. It was, in fact, a lake created by Merlin himself when the Earth was created. He had named each one after a magical ability he had. When Merlin saw the boy drowning in what had been called Lake Disputatio, he decided that the first five people to rush to rescue him would be his new race." Wow, Merlin. Risk the life of a child to amuse yourself. How noble of you, I thought sarcastically. "However," Professor Binns continued, "only one person went to save the young boy."

"This did not satisfy Merlin, so he moved to another part of the world to see if there were any other people in need. He found none, so he had to think of another plan." Oh, this should be interesting, I thought bitterly. "He placed another child, a girl this time, in another lake, and ran the same test. Again, only one person went to rescue the child: an elderly woman. Merlin repeated this test three more times in three more lakes, each time producing the same result: one person rescuing the child." Wow, I thought, people were assholes 10 thousand years ago.