UPDATE 2018 AUG: I went through it again because errors still persisted. Plus, thought I'd let you all know that I finally obtained my Bachelor's in Creative Writing (and Graphic Design haha)! That being said, look forward to one creative continuation because I'm a totally different writer than I was in the past when I first wrote these fics as a wee high schooler :) The real update will be posted tomorrow (I'm nearly done with it haha)!
UPDATE 2017: I went through and edited grammar and spelling mistakes (for the second time lol), but I didn't really touch my old notes because it would've made me sad to delete them to be honest. Hope you don't mind! Enjoy the long-awaited update, though!
Disclaimer: I do not—in any way, shape, or form—own Bleach or any of the Harry Potter novels, but the random wizards that may pop up from time-to-time are my creations.
Author's Note (7/22/14; 10:21pm EST): I didn't want to fully rewrite this, but some of the wording bothered me along with the errors (of course!), so I edited this thing quite a bit. Therefore, I suggest rereading this if you're a returning reader :o) If so, thank you for deciding to pick up on this work of mine and I cannot express enough how sorry I am for not updating it in [a] year(s)!
A Whole New kind of Wizard
Capítulo Uno:
The Invitation
Sitting in a throne of bones made just for him, Aizen Sōsuke watched the barn owl—that had formed out of the empty space—drop three letters out of its talons, then fly right back out the door. How odd, Aizen thought to himself. There were absolutely no animals in Hueco Mundo whatsoever, so how the owl even got there to begin with was beyond him. He didn't so much as glance at the letters before Gin picked them up for him. Gin flipped them over back-and-forth, a slight frown replacing his usual sly smile.
"The letters seem to be addressed not to you, my Lord, but to Nnoitra Gilga, Ulquiorra Schiffer, and Grimmjow Jaegerjaques," Gin said. He raised his eyebrows and dropped the letters onto Aizen's lap.
Funny. Since when did arrancars get letters? They weren't even supposed to be known to the world to begin with (excluding the Soul Society that Gin and Aizen once belonged to). "How very interesting," Aizen stated with a hint of a smirk on his face. He paused for a second. "Well, what are you waiting for, Gin? Are you or are you not going to call them in?" He glared daggers at Gin. Gin laughed—"nervously"—while he walked toward the announcement box to call the Espada in.
6
Grimmjow blinked twice at the envelope in his hand before looking back up at Aizen, frustration clearly laden across his face. "Open it, Grimmjow. You wouldn't want to make me have to ask again, now would you?" Gulping, Grimmjow shook his head from side-to-side. He looked to his left at Nnoitra, who was "reading" his respected letter with knitted brows as well as a frustrated frown. Nnoitra dangled his letter in front of him as if there was something nasty on it and turned his head away from the parchment, pinching the bridge of his nose in disgust. Grimmjow turned his head to the right at Ulquiorra, who was calmly rereading his letter, as if to figure out if it was actually there. After this assessment, Grimmjow returned to his own letter and just shrugged, tearing open the letter with more force than he had originally intended. The letter read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(order of Merlin, First Class, Head Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.)
Dear Mr. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September first, 20XX. We await your owl by no later than July thirty-first, 20XX.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
With a blank expression once he had finished reading the parchment, Grimmjow looked back up at Aizen, who was sporting a rather disturbing smile. Then again, that was the man's usual, and Grimmjow absolutely loathed him for it. "Are you saying we have to go to the...the...the human world?!" The sixth Espada shouted at his "Master," enraged.
Aizen didn't even move a muscle after the sudden outburst and instead, deadpanned, "Grimmjow, if you look closely at your letter, you'll see something interesting. Emphasis on 'closely.'" Grimmjow looked back at his letter…then right back at Aizen after the words nearly gave him a headache examining them for so long. "I don't want to go to the hum—"
"It's a school for Wizards and Witches, Grimmjow—get over it." Grimmjow recognized that monotonous tone to be none other than Ulquiorra—the despicable Espada was practically infamous for his impassive demeanor itself, after all. "Why you damned Cuarta, you!"
"That would be enough now, Grimmjow. I don't need my precious Sexta Espada loosing another arm, now do I?" It wasn't even a question coming from Aizen—just a flat, cold order laced with an unclassified, creepy attitude.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuggggh, forget it!" Grimmjow shouted as he threw his letter to the ground, which wasn't very effective being how light paper is. The letter's unwarranted, graceful decent mocked Grimmjow like no other.
"And Grimmjow, don't forget to get up early tomorrow, for you have to go buy your equipment with Nnoitra and Ulquiorra first thing." And with that, Grimmjow slammed the door shut behind him after reaching it right after Aizen had finished his sentence.
The night was sure to be a restless one for him now.
