A/N: Yeah, so this is more of a drabble than anything... the first line just suddenly popped into my head, an image of Lelouch and Edward sitting next to each other in Dumbledore's office, so... Why not? That footnote though... I actually had that in the thing itself, until I just decided to make it a footnote since this wasn't supposed to be humor. Actually, I have no idea what this is supposed to be XD
(I also made some progress on the New Lead chapter, but... I'm really not certain when I'll be done with that. Sorry, this once-a-week thing isn't working out when I'm actually working mostly on another story O.O)
Two Boys and One Old Man
"Magic doesn't exist," the two boys said simultaneously, one with gold hair and golden eyes, the other with raven black and purple violet. They both glanced at each other, almost warily.
In the same room, a room full of many odd gadgets, magical objects, and one... chicken, was one very old many sitting in one old, battered desk. His eyes twinkled and his lips were twitched upward, and he was watching these two very young men who had suddenly appeared on the grounds of his school just one day ago.
"I assure you, magic is real," the old man, also known as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry*, said.
"Prove it," the shorter of the two boys said, leaning in, his eyes gleaming with defiance. "Or are you just a con man trying to pass off alchemy as magic?" Now, Albus Dumbledore was truly befuddled. How could one know of alchemy but not of magic? Nevertheless, he put on a gracious smile and pulled out his wand.
"Of course. Wingardium Leviosa." It was the classic charm the teachers used to prove the existence of magic with. After all, this was quite a common occurrence, what with all the muggle-born students coming to Hogwarts. However, even after many years of seeing the shocked faces of young children and their families at seeing magic for the first time, these two boys' reactions managed to surprise him.
The shorter one's was anger, as if Dumbledore had just violated something precious. That was rare x- not unseen, but rare.
The other one though...
Ever since Dumbledore first mentioned magic, the young man's violet eyes had been glued to his own twinkly blue, as if he were expecting something to happen. However, after Dumbledore cast the spell, his expression barely changed from the usual cold stare, save for the slightest crease of the eyebrows that a careless observer would have missed. It was... unnerving.
Dumbledore mentally sighed. This was going to take a while.
"You see," he began, "magic works on the founding principle that..."
The rest of the day did not go any better for the poor old man, unknowingly saddled wit two boys from other worlds.
Footnotes:
* Perhaps you think his title is far too long to fit into one appositive phrase. Evidently, you are forgetting that he is also Surpreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and a member of the Order of Merlin, first class. Notice that I mentioned none of this in the actual story so far. You are getting off easy with this small introduction. Though if you must, most simply refer to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore as simply... Albus Dumbledore.
Have a very nice day.