"What are they?" Asked Hisoka incuriously as he could manage. Which was
quite a lot given his experience.
"Magical wands." Replied Watari, emptying another cardboard box of the wooden sticks onto the table. When Hisoka looked skeptical, Watari added, "For the next case." He'd expected just such a reaction from Hisoka, the least experienced of the Shinigami. After all, there hadn't been a wizarding school in Japan for over 60 years, so it was to be expected.
"How do I make it work?" Questioned Hisoka handling one cautiously. Before Watari could answer, Tsuzuki opened the door and strolled casually into the room looking very pleased with himself. Spotting the wands on the table he came and sat, automatically sorting through them. Narrowing his choice down to a few. He took one, giving it a small flourish, before putting it aside. He did this a half dozen times before settling.
Taking a paperbag from his jacket, he produced a paper bag and promptly emptied a pastry onto the table.
"Engorgio!" He stated proudly.
"Tsuzuki, where did you learn that?" Asked Watari, genuinely surprised.
"You pick up a few things when you've been dead for as long as I have." Remarked Tsuzuki casually.
"Figures it'd be magic to make food big." Remarked Hisoka dryly.
Tsuzuki's eye's narrowed a little at the accusation. "I know lots of spells!" He exclaimed indignantly. He glared around the room before pointing at a box of cinnamon cookies on the coffee table. "Accio cinnaponus!".
"Tsuzuki . . . that's. . . not really better." Remarked Watari as the box floated over to land in front of Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki was too impressed with his haul to bother responding. "But it does solve a lot of problems!"
"Silenci. . . " Tsuzuki stopped mid swish when an important question occurred to him, "Ne, Watari, why are you briefing us for this mission instead of Kanoe or Tatsumi?" Asked Tsuzuki suddenly.
"Because Tatsumi and Chief Kanoe left over an hour ago for an appointment on Chijou." Huffed Hisoka. Tsuzuki tried to look suitably repentant, while stuffing the over-sized pastry back into the bag for later.
"We're trying to track down . . . " Watari checked the files in front of him. "Dementors." Stated Watari, and Tsuzuki nodded knowingly. "And a man named Tom Riddle. His name appeared in the Kiseki over twenty years ago, and recently he's been sighted again in England. He's quite powerful magically, so we need to confirm if it's true or not."
"Ne, Watari . . . if its in England, shouldn't the Western Department be dealing with . . ." Watari glared at Tsuzuki in a very Tatsumi-ish way, so Tsuzuki let the plot hole slide (he suspected he might be doing that a lot for the remainder of the fic. . .er. . . mission).
Instead he asked, "Tom Riddle . . . why does that name sound so familiar . . ."
"He goes by the alias 'Voldemort'." Remarked Hisoka, perhaps in an attempt to show he'd actually done all his homework.
Tsuzuki paled visibly at the mention of the name, but brightened shortly. "Do we get to go undercover?" He cheered enthusiastically.
"Of course! You're headed for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "Tsuzuki, you'll be pretending to be a teacher, and Hisoka, you'll . . . "
"I know, I know . . . I'll be a student." Huffed Hisoka. If it had the word 'school' in it, it was practically inevitable.
"Actually, yes." Admonished Watari.
"Ne? Ne? Watari, what will I be teaching?" Insisted Tsuzuki going puppy. "Charms? Summoning?"
"Defense against the dark arts."
"Magical wands." Replied Watari, emptying another cardboard box of the wooden sticks onto the table. When Hisoka looked skeptical, Watari added, "For the next case." He'd expected just such a reaction from Hisoka, the least experienced of the Shinigami. After all, there hadn't been a wizarding school in Japan for over 60 years, so it was to be expected.
"How do I make it work?" Questioned Hisoka handling one cautiously. Before Watari could answer, Tsuzuki opened the door and strolled casually into the room looking very pleased with himself. Spotting the wands on the table he came and sat, automatically sorting through them. Narrowing his choice down to a few. He took one, giving it a small flourish, before putting it aside. He did this a half dozen times before settling.
Taking a paperbag from his jacket, he produced a paper bag and promptly emptied a pastry onto the table.
"Engorgio!" He stated proudly.
"Tsuzuki, where did you learn that?" Asked Watari, genuinely surprised.
"You pick up a few things when you've been dead for as long as I have." Remarked Tsuzuki casually.
"Figures it'd be magic to make food big." Remarked Hisoka dryly.
Tsuzuki's eye's narrowed a little at the accusation. "I know lots of spells!" He exclaimed indignantly. He glared around the room before pointing at a box of cinnamon cookies on the coffee table. "Accio cinnaponus!".
"Tsuzuki . . . that's. . . not really better." Remarked Watari as the box floated over to land in front of Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki was too impressed with his haul to bother responding. "But it does solve a lot of problems!"
"Silenci. . . " Tsuzuki stopped mid swish when an important question occurred to him, "Ne, Watari, why are you briefing us for this mission instead of Kanoe or Tatsumi?" Asked Tsuzuki suddenly.
"Because Tatsumi and Chief Kanoe left over an hour ago for an appointment on Chijou." Huffed Hisoka. Tsuzuki tried to look suitably repentant, while stuffing the over-sized pastry back into the bag for later.
"We're trying to track down . . . " Watari checked the files in front of him. "Dementors." Stated Watari, and Tsuzuki nodded knowingly. "And a man named Tom Riddle. His name appeared in the Kiseki over twenty years ago, and recently he's been sighted again in England. He's quite powerful magically, so we need to confirm if it's true or not."
"Ne, Watari . . . if its in England, shouldn't the Western Department be dealing with . . ." Watari glared at Tsuzuki in a very Tatsumi-ish way, so Tsuzuki let the plot hole slide (he suspected he might be doing that a lot for the remainder of the fic. . .er. . . mission).
Instead he asked, "Tom Riddle . . . why does that name sound so familiar . . ."
"He goes by the alias 'Voldemort'." Remarked Hisoka, perhaps in an attempt to show he'd actually done all his homework.
Tsuzuki paled visibly at the mention of the name, but brightened shortly. "Do we get to go undercover?" He cheered enthusiastically.
"Of course! You're headed for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "Tsuzuki, you'll be pretending to be a teacher, and Hisoka, you'll . . . "
"I know, I know . . . I'll be a student." Huffed Hisoka. If it had the word 'school' in it, it was practically inevitable.
"Actually, yes." Admonished Watari.
"Ne? Ne? Watari, what will I be teaching?" Insisted Tsuzuki going puppy. "Charms? Summoning?"
"Defense against the dark arts."