So I bet you’re all wondering how I got my name?
There’s a little story if you want to know.
When I was signed over from my previous people, I obviously had a name with them. It was a simple name. Four letters, one syllable. As far as Mother was concerned it was stupid and common and would not be sticking. Mother read an article years ago that she always remembered ready for when she got her own dog. The article said that two syllable names were better for dog training, as the dog can sense the change in tone better with two syllables compared to one, so was more likely to respond appropriately.
Mother also has a naming pattern with the other animals in the house that she felt she wanted to follow.
The cats are called Belle, Tiana and Esmeralda. All girls. All named after Disney characters. Personally I think that tells you more than enough about my mother. But to make it worse, she has a snake, a male snake, called Marvolo. I will not assume that you know what that name means, so let me illuminate you. Marvolo is the middle name of Tom Riddle, the original name of Voldemort, the main villain in the Harry Potter series. She named her snake from Harry Potter.
Following on from that, if the girls are named for Disney, then the boys are named from Harry Potter. Mother spent many a day in the back garden calling me all sorts of harry potter inspired
names over that first week of being with her.
We tried Remus and Padfoot and Sirius (too many syllables) and Hagrid and Moody and Moony and Harry and Weasley.
When I first arrived at Mothers work place that first fateful Friday, when I still had the other name, Mother needed to bandage my broken leg up before we went home. Mother did her own version of the sorting hat, and placed all the coloured bandages in front of me. I chose yellow. The team at my mothers work said it was a sign that I belonged with Mother, because yellow is her favourite colour. She has a yellow car, yellow front door, yellow garage, yellow coat, yellow sofas and kitchen. All yellow.
Mother said yellow was the colour of Hufflepuff in the Harry Potter series. So then Mother had to think through all the Hufflepuff characters. Then she tried Cedric. Mother was sold. I was Cedric. Mother told her family the name Cedric, and her mother thought it was a silly name and that she shouldn’t name me that. Mother ignored her. And now everyone agrees that Cedric is an awesome name.
I get many a compliment for my name out and about. People always say it’s unique. And there are no other Cedrics’ registered at work at all. I like being unique. Although, it often gets misheard as Fredrick for some reason. Mother considers calling a future dog Fredrick after I die just for the heck of it.
When Mother feels like it, and sometimes the other people at work too, I’ll get called by my full name; Cedric Diggory.
I’ve grown into my name. Much better than the one I had before.