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The Stuff of Heroes
Clumsy believed Grace when she told him that no one person could ever and only be defined by one thing, and one thing only. That was a nice thought, and he had even gone along with her, suggesting that maybe one day he would be something heroic, instead of just clumsy.
That moment had been short-lived, though, and he laughed it off in good nature. It was definitely a nice thought, but that was all it was; he didn't know how to be a hero, only knew how to be himself. And he was alright with that, most of the time.
So, when it comes down to it, and the mad wizard is fighting another losing battle, and the dragon wand is in the air, he isn't really sure what propels him forward. He stumbles and his reach falls just short one time too often, but something is urging him on and after the wand, even as it careens down toward the cold, hard concrete.
He isn't a hero, and he keeps telling himself that – because all he is and all he ever will be is himself – but he feels like one when he manages (through sheer dumb, clumsy luck) to catch the wand.