Chapter 1

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A girl with short pink hair and a green-and-white school uniform tapped her fingers against her thigh anxiously. Her pretty face was creased into an intimidating scowl of annoyance, which kept away all unwanted attention, and it wasn't until her partner finally came out of the building that it lifted.

"Finally," Kim Diehl snapped, hefting her duffle-bag. "You took forever, Jackie."

The girl, Jaqueline O. Lantern Dupre (Jackie for short), just smiled. "I had to make sure that we had everything, Kim. We're going to be gone for a fair amount of time."

"This is so stupid!" Kim kicked out at one of the walls resentfully, and then broke off into curses as her foot came away bruised. "Dammit!"

"Calm down," Jackie said. "It's really not…that bad…"

Except, it kinda was.

"Not bad? NOT BAD? You've got to be kidding me, Jackie! I don't know why they think this is such a good idea!" she lowered her voice, but her tone was no less angry when she hissed: "I'm a Witch. I understand why I was chosen. But they don't have to subjugate you to this ordeal! It's totally unfair on you –"

"I volunteered, Kim, as you well know. You're just sore that Lord Death is backing up the witches on this."

"I shouldn't have to go to some damn school!" Kim spluttered. "I am a Meister! We have better things to do than flounce around trying to take care of some moron!"

"His name is Harry Potter, and from what I've read he's had a very sad life," Jackie said chidingly.

Kim spat into one of the side-bushes. "Why should I care that he's had a sad life? Pretty much every damn person in this school has had something bad happen to them. Especially after Asura." She added in a much more subdued voice.

"I know," Jackie said. "But I think that this s important. It's a show of good will on both the DWMA* and the Witches parts. I think that this'll help improve relations."

"Political bullshit. They trust us or they don't."

Jackie felt a warm glow with Kim stating that she viewed the Witches as 'them' and the DWMA as 'us', though she knew that she shouldn't. Kim probably didn't even realise the differentiation, but Jackie always had. It was in the small things, but it was nice knowing that her Meister firmly viewed herself as a member of the DWMA, and the Spartoi.

"It's not as simple as that, Kim," Jackie said tolerantly.

Kim just scowled. When they finally reached the bottom of the stairs and reached the roads of Death City (they really needed to put in, like, an escalator or something. Maybe a ski ramp), they caught a bus towards the airport.

"I hate flying!" Kim grumbled all the way.

"Hey!" Jackie pretended to be annoyed. "You don't seem to mind it when I'm the one doing the flying!"

"That's different!" Kim was hasty to reassure her. "You're not some cesspool of breeding bacteria! You're…Jackie." She shrugged, obviously unable to think of a better way to describe her.

"Thanks," Jackie said dryly. "And anyway, I don't see why we can't just get one of the witches to send us there. It'd be so much more convenient for everyone…"

Kim shrugged. "Honestly? That was my call. I'm not…practiced…enough to send us somewhere that far away. And I'm not too crash-hot about letting someone else transport us to a different country. The people who are powerful enough to do that are either insane or untrustworthy."

Jackie nodded, and they both sat in silence until the bus arrived at their stop. Both Meister and Weapon disembarked and walked through to the special section of the airport that was reserved specifically for personnel of the DWMA.

"Thank goodness," Jackie sighed. "I hate going through metal detectors."

"You hate it? I'm the one who has to stick with you while they try to figure out if you have a bomb strapped to you or not."

Jackie shrugged, hefting her small black suitcase onto the plane, indicating to the hostess that it was carry-on luggage.

Neither girl had packed much; while it had been made clear to them that they would be staying away from their rooms at the DWMA for quite some time, both had gotten into the habit of packing just the bare essentials and buying everything else that was needed when they arrived at their destination. It saved both time and money, considering that plane tickets were cheaper with only carry-on luggage (not that they actually had to pay for plane tickets, being DWMA students and all, but it was the principle of the thing).

When they arrived to their seats, Kim huffily claimed the one closest to the window, with Jackie sitting sedately next to her Meister with a small, amused smile gracing her lips.

"Stop smiling," Kim growled.

"I'm not smiling,"

"Yes you are!"

Jackie just rolled her eyes, having become used to her partner's bad temper (especially when she was being forced to do something that she didn't want to) and stowed her things under the seat. Then she pulled out some files from Kim's bad (ignoring her Meister's grumbled of: "Hey! That's mine!") and started flipping through them.

"I don't know why you're bothering," Kim said. "You already know that stuff back to front. You're the one that insisted on getting those, anyway."

"If we're going to work at protecting this poor boy, we're going to have to understand their world." Jackie said severely. "From what I've gathered, these people are completely cut off from the rest of the wider magical community. At best, they've set up communication with a few other magical schools, but this pocket of England is totally isolated. Their communities, aside from the Headmaster, are going to have no idea about the DWMA, Weapons or Meisters."

"I know." Kim groaned. "But for whatever reason, the Witches have decided that this boy needs to be protected. Something about some crazy-guy who's decided he wants immortality." She paused. "He sounds insane. You don't suppose he could become a Kishin, do you?"

Jackie shuddered. "I hope not." She said fervently. "Perhaps we should have requested backup. Maka and Soul, maybe?"

"They're too busy," Kim groused. "Besides, the Witches requested me specifically. You're only here because you're damned by association. Too many Meisters and Weapons, and I think that everyone'd be antsy. As it is, a lot of the students at the DWMA can barely stand to be in my presence."

"That has nothing to do with your being a Witch, Kim," Jackie said dryly.

Kim glared at her partner for a minute, and then sighed and rolled her eyes. "What? You're saying that they can't appreciate my sparkling looks and my dazzling personality?"

"No," Jackie laughed, before turning her attention back to the files.

When the plane announced take-off was imminent, Kim snatched some of the files from Jackie's lap and started to scan them.

"I thought that looking through them was useless?" Jackie said slyly.

Kim scowled. "Shut up. I'm bored. Where are we going again?"

Jackie once again consulted with her paperwork, even though she knew the name off by heart (in all honestly, she had been hoping that it was a typo or something).

"Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry," she said. "Man, this is going to be an interesting few months."

Kim sighed. "Kill me now, please."

*Okay, so I want to say 'Shibusen', but I'm so lazy and writing 'DWMA' is so much faster…

As for readers of 'Woes' (not that I'm actually expecting any here) I'm working on the last chapter; I'm just having a little trouble writing it. I love-love-love Soul Eater, and I was scanning through some of my stuff when I realised that: "Hey! Kim's a witch (duh) and Harry's a wizard (duh) and maybe…" (what happened next was this ridiculous piece of writing).

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