Test Of Greatness

It had been a jam packed Thursday for Cupid. He'd had double history of magic, in which he'd almost snoozed off listening to Professor Binns rambling on about unimportant goblins who were rather annoyed about not having wands or something or another. History of magic was Cupid's least favourite subject. Growing up, whilst his Mother worked, his Grandma used to teach his sister and him magical history. Perhaps it was because he was younger and hadn't experienced proper magical learning or the fact the content was better, all Cupid knew was that history of magic with his Grandma was much better. She taught them all about the first and second wizard wars, about famous wizards such as Merlin and the founders of Hogwarts. Every time he collected a chocolate frog card his Grandma would tell him all she knew about the wizard. Now... History of magic was a joke.

If that wasn't bad enough charms wasn't any better. Professor Cooper was a good teacher, she always had them up to do something fun, but todays lesson hadnt involved using his wand once. Instead they went over last weeks essay, which he achieved an O on thanks to Rebecca, meaning he spent that hour of his day gazing out of the window daydreaming, entering a world where he was on top. That's how Cupid saw his life lately. As though it was a test of greatness. The Slytherin wanted nothing more than to be famous, prove he was worthy, prove his greatness. Being famous for going on dangerous adventurous, getting involved in thrilling battles against dark creatures and saving other people. That's what he wanted. A fame where he'd be appreciated for being bold, for being great. Not surprisingly many of the other slytherin's were just as ambitious. It was this that made the quest to fame a test. A competition against his fellow house mates. In his eyes he felt more worthy than them, he felt like he'd earned it more than them in spite of knowing barely anything about their history. All he knew was that he had to become famous. It was more than the water he drank, more than the air he breathed. However, it all sizzled down to the question why? Why did he want to become famous?

In his final lesson of potions Cupid had gotten into that exact debate with a bunch of illustrious Hufflepuffs who, in Cupid's eyes, were heading for nowhere. They couldn't comprehend why he wanted to be noticed walking down Diagon Alley. They were completely bamboozled by his desire to see his name in the Daily Prophet, nor could they understand why he'd rather be famous for something thrilling than discovering a cure for dragon pox. The Hufflepuffs didn't see Cupid's argument that 'adventurous' wizards and wizards who could 'entertain' as being a strong argument against the fact that discovers are more famous.

Cupid was glad when the booming bell sounded the end of the potions class, allowing him to retreat to the common room where he would be surrounded by like minded people. Yet, as he sat by the window looking out at the Giant Squid drifting past in the distance, he began to ponder. Why would he rather be the 'real Gilderoy Lockhart' than Ignatia Wildsmith, inventor of floo powder? Because he wanted to be appreciated? Sure Ignatia would have had her spot in the limelight for a month or so and sure she'd be remembered for years on end but Lockhart. He was a different kind of fame. People liked Lockhart, people idolised Lockhart. Lockhart was worthy and that's exactly what Cupid wanted. To be recognised and liked.

Truth be told Cupid would more rather be famous for being a singer, writing his songs - most of which were about the test of greatness. Yet, that dream seemed too far out of his reach, being exciting and thrilling. That was easy. All Cupid wished was that he was out of Hogwarts ready to stand in front of the camera flashes and feel the worth he deserves.

'Is anybody sat there?' The Slytherin's thoughts were muted by the question of a third year asking if she could take the chair by his table. Simply shaking his head he turned his attention back to the window. The Giant Squid had gone and all that was ahead was water, which didn't distract him from the ongoing battle of why he wasn't famous already in his head. Muggle's his age were famous, they were popstars, teen actors, sometimes he wished that he - No. Cupid would never want to be without magic. A world without magic would be world with less control. Magic would help him reach the finish line of his quest to fame. Hand in hand with magic was the key. After four years of magical education that's all Cupid had learnt, that magic would take him to a place where his daydreams were reality. One day he would stand in the camera flashes. One day he would be appreciated and have people fighting to see him in person at an autobiography signing. He would pass the test of greatness.

(OOC: Feel free to hop in and interrupt his thoughts)