Cedric took our experiments in making our fates better, and manipulating people and took it further. It amazes me that we never stopped him, or even tried to stop him, but then, given how good he'd gotten at manipulating people's minds it wouldn't surprise me in the least if our minds had been manipulated as well.
He was soon enjoying preferential treatment from the Dons, and excellent grades without benefit of study. But he wanted more.
I was busy in my own world, with my translations, and learning a new play every week, for Shakespeare, sadly, was not the majority of what was performed.
I did take time to help Henry, who was not the scholar I was, with his work. In return, he gave me things that his relitives had given him, such as an exquisite lute, which I had admired greatly. Lutes were, and are, considered archaic instruments, but I like their mellow tone.
Ah, where was I? Ah yes...
Cedric...
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