In the most literal sense, Clue didn't know how to answer such a question. It would be easy enough for someone who believed in destiny, because they could just trace their path back and remember when it forked. But Clue didn't think like that, and thus all he'd be able to say was "I don't know", which was the truth.
But Clue had a more interesting answer.
"I did talk to you once." Clue had been in Second Year. It had been pouring with rain one winter breaktime, and many of the younger students were crowded into an empty classroom. Several of them had enchanted paper owls to swoop across the room at each other, but Clue — a tiny gem of a boy still teaching himself to read properly — was in the corner with a nose in his book. A flying piece of paper had swept the quill out of his hand and onto the floor.
He recalled an older boy with piercing hazel eyes, already tall for his age, bending down to retrieve his quill and passing it back to him. Now Clue was sure that had been Narcissus. Had it been...?
"But only a little. I dropped my quill, you passed it back. I said thank you." And Clue didn't say thank you to anyone.
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But Clue had a more interesting answer.
"I did talk to you once." Clue had been in Second Year. It had been pouring with rain one winter breaktime, and many of the younger students were crowded into an empty classroom. Several of them had enchanted paper owls to swoop across the room at each other, but Clue — a tiny gem of a boy still teaching himself to read properly — was in the corner with a nose in his book. A flying piece of paper had swept the quill out of his hand and onto the floor.
He recalled an older boy with piercing hazel eyes, already tall for his age, bending down to retrieve his quill and passing it back to him. Now Clue was sure that had been Narcissus. Had it been...?
"But only a little. I dropped my quill, you passed it back. I said thank you." And Clue didn't say thank you to anyone.