Riu: I know, I know, lame, over used and slightly cliché title. But there's nothing that I thought would fit better! (Ducks the tons of fruit being thrown at her) Anyhoo, Sybie, Rashy, and Farfiekins belong to ME! Bah, hands off! No stealing! You can borrow, but ask first, kay? It's my first time posting one of my ficcies, so please tell me what you think! All other Harry Potter characters DO NOT belong to me, I'm just playing with them a bit! I'll put them back, I promise! Also, tell me who you think is the villain! Beautiful Sybie, or Ion's owner Rashy? Yes, they are insert characters, and NO they don't up with the main characters. One thing I'd like to point out: These are from different people's views, so don't be surprised if a character seems different at different points, 'kay? More notes at the end!
Fire and Ice: On a Storm lit night.
"Someone up there really fucking hates me."
The following wrath filled comment was muttered by a lone figure on top of a monstrous motorcycle in the middle of a hurricane, on the wrong side of a moat that the figure currently wanted to be at this moment. Actually the wrong side of the moat for anyone with a liking for dryness and cleanliness and all those nice comfortable things.
The red headed unfortunate growled something that sounded suspiciously like a curse towards a certain four-armed dragon thing commonly known as the Piper, and scowled. The battering rain plastered strings of his long red hair to his face, as a pair of glowing green eyes flashed dangerously. The motorcycle beneath him uttered something that sounded suspiciously like a growl, but the boy patted it in an appeasing gesture. The thing inched forward several inches, apparently heading for the edge of the moat and in to the murky waters, and received a rough whack on it's approximate head for its trouble.
"Ahou." The boy growled. "You know I can't swim."
The engine revved its motor, sounding suspiciously even more like growls, if that was possible. A positively evil gleam came in to the boy's eyes as he gave the distance between the moat and the castle a appraising glance. He brushed his long red and wet hair back from his face, grinning like a maniac, pushing back his goggles/shades as he did do. "But still… waiting here isn't the most pleasant of possibilities"
"What do ya say Ion? Feel up to it?" the boy smirked, knowing the consternation it would bring to the were-cycle for it to admit to anything other than being fit enough to cross the moat. A loud roar erupted from the were-cycle as it spun on it's back wheel to demonstrate. The boy laughed, a stark contrast to the howling winds of the storm. He grinned and slipped his shades down from their resting place in his head over his bright almost yellow green eyes.
"Let's go!"
A slender, shrouded white figure trailed down the halls, ghost like in its pale perfection. It was only a few days after school had started for Hogwarts students, but Hermione Granger, being the ever attentive pupil she was, was only just now returning to her dorm from late night studying. The unfamiliar silvery figure made her start, even more so when the figure glided over to her and placed a delicate hand on her arm. Hermione's eyes widened when the ghostly figure spoke in a calm, dulcet voice, as if belying the raging storm outside. The rain had originally kept her from sleeping, but now she wished that she hadn't wandered out her room. She cast a quick glance to see if any other students were about, but unsurprisingly, there were none. It was only two days in the school year after all. Her thoughts almost made her miss the silvered figure's words.
"--Do you know were I may find the Headmaster of this school?"
Hermione looked in to the stranger's face, studying it for a while. Her face was beautiful, delicate and almost cruel in it's perfection, large knowing amethyst eyes glittering slightly, her silvery hair cascading down her back in smooth, silky waves that made her faintly jealous -and self conscious of her own bushy hair- and was faintly tinted with violet. The rest of her slender form was covered with a long white wrap that seemed ethereal and shimmered with rain.
"Excuse me, but who are you?" Hermione asked once she realized that there should be no way that this lady got in to the castle with all its magical defenses. She began walking, and saw the silver one trailing beside her.
The moonlight washed lady smiled, closing her eyes. "My name is Sybarite Mettalium. I believe I am your newest Defense against the Dark Arts teacher...?" she opened her eyes with a slightly troubled look. "The job is still open, isn't it?"
Hermione nodded as a faint smile appeared on her face. "Our Potions master, Snape, was overjoyed when you didn't show up."
Sybarite raised a pale eyebrow "Did he get the job?"
Hermione shook her head. How lucky she had arrived soon! "Only as a replacement until you showed up"
A faint smile graced Syb's lips "How wonderful…" she trailed off as Hermione stopped in front of a door.
"This is Professor McGonagall's office. Well, I should be getting back to my room, it's rather late."
Sybarite smiled, her eyes closed once more. She really was beautiful, if a bit odd. Hermione thought with a slightly unusual twinge of envy. "Thank you"
A troubled look crossed Hermione's face. Was that a wolf I just saw in her shadow…? No, it couldn't be. Shaking the thought from her head, she waved and headed for her dorm. "Good night!"
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Sybarite watched as Hermione bid a quick retreat back to her dorm, and smiled as the wolf, who had unremarkably wandered off as usual, appeared, his red-gold eyes judging him in a faintly sardonic gaze. The wolf only nodded his orange-gold head in agreement.
"Such an amusing child… She will provide more entertainment later" Syb murmured, "Don't you think so Farfarello?" Sybarite asked, knocking several times, then opening the door.
And with the faint whisper of silk and fire, they disappeared in to the office.
Riu: Hey minna! One thing; in the up coming chapters, there will be Yaoi. Preferably but not restricted to Draco/Harry, and Nev/Ron. Now, if you are so asinine as to ignore me, be disgusted, but I don't need to hear about it. Tell it to your dog or pet were wolf or something. One thing: I am not gay, and I'm not a abnormality. I'm insane. INSANE I TELL YOU!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Get it right!
Rashart: Maniacal laughter only makes you look like a moron. Cool villains don't laugh.
Syb: Look who's talking, Laughing Boy.
Riu: Hey, I'm not a villain! I'm the AUTHOR! Ha! That rule doesn't apply to me!
Rash: Huh. That's strange. You still look like an Ahou when you do it.
Riu: (Growls and runs him over with Rashy's Ionian Were-cycle.) Take that!
Rash: Ouch… THIS is why I don't like females.
Riu: (Grins) Anyways… questions? Flames? CC? Large amounts of decomposing fruit? (Tomato comes out of nowhere and smacks Rashy in the face) Oooo bad aim. (Gets smacked with a piece of watermelon.) Hold that thought. (Conjures up a cannon-like assembly that shoots a three-pound watermelon straight into that inconvenient spot right between the fruit thrower's eyes. The impact sends him clear through the skylight with bit's of red stuff trailing behind him) That was fun. Now were was I?
Rash: You were going to leave. Leave and never come back.
Riu: Oh yeah- WAIT A SECOND! That's not what I was going to do! (Whacks Rashy) stupid boy.
Syb: (Sweatdrops) Ano… Rashy, you'd probably get hit less often if you didn't remark.
Rash: Yeah, but where's the fun in that?
Riu: (Sigh) Anyways, it depends on if I get any reviews if I'll decide to post again, so some comments please?
Rash: (Insert panicked look for Rashy here) Don't do it! You'll only have to read about me being tortured!
Riu: Shush! (Rolls over him a few times with Ion) Ja, bye bye!
(Note: Ahou = Idiot, moron, think general Baka in Osaka dialect.)
Fire and Ice: On a Storm lit night.
"Someone up there really fucking hates me."
The following wrath filled comment was muttered by a lone figure on top of a monstrous motorcycle in the middle of a hurricane, on the wrong side of a moat that the figure currently wanted to be at this moment. Actually the wrong side of the moat for anyone with a liking for dryness and cleanliness and all those nice comfortable things.
The red headed unfortunate growled something that sounded suspiciously like a curse towards a certain four-armed dragon thing commonly known as the Piper, and scowled. The battering rain plastered strings of his long red hair to his face, as a pair of glowing green eyes flashed dangerously. The motorcycle beneath him uttered something that sounded suspiciously like a growl, but the boy patted it in an appeasing gesture. The thing inched forward several inches, apparently heading for the edge of the moat and in to the murky waters, and received a rough whack on it's approximate head for its trouble.
"Ahou." The boy growled. "You know I can't swim."
The engine revved its motor, sounding suspiciously even more like growls, if that was possible. A positively evil gleam came in to the boy's eyes as he gave the distance between the moat and the castle a appraising glance. He brushed his long red and wet hair back from his face, grinning like a maniac, pushing back his goggles/shades as he did do. "But still… waiting here isn't the most pleasant of possibilities"
"What do ya say Ion? Feel up to it?" the boy smirked, knowing the consternation it would bring to the were-cycle for it to admit to anything other than being fit enough to cross the moat. A loud roar erupted from the were-cycle as it spun on it's back wheel to demonstrate. The boy laughed, a stark contrast to the howling winds of the storm. He grinned and slipped his shades down from their resting place in his head over his bright almost yellow green eyes.
"Let's go!"
A slender, shrouded white figure trailed down the halls, ghost like in its pale perfection. It was only a few days after school had started for Hogwarts students, but Hermione Granger, being the ever attentive pupil she was, was only just now returning to her dorm from late night studying. The unfamiliar silvery figure made her start, even more so when the figure glided over to her and placed a delicate hand on her arm. Hermione's eyes widened when the ghostly figure spoke in a calm, dulcet voice, as if belying the raging storm outside. The rain had originally kept her from sleeping, but now she wished that she hadn't wandered out her room. She cast a quick glance to see if any other students were about, but unsurprisingly, there were none. It was only two days in the school year after all. Her thoughts almost made her miss the silvered figure's words.
"--Do you know were I may find the Headmaster of this school?"
Hermione looked in to the stranger's face, studying it for a while. Her face was beautiful, delicate and almost cruel in it's perfection, large knowing amethyst eyes glittering slightly, her silvery hair cascading down her back in smooth, silky waves that made her faintly jealous -and self conscious of her own bushy hair- and was faintly tinted with violet. The rest of her slender form was covered with a long white wrap that seemed ethereal and shimmered with rain.
"Excuse me, but who are you?" Hermione asked once she realized that there should be no way that this lady got in to the castle with all its magical defenses. She began walking, and saw the silver one trailing beside her.
The moonlight washed lady smiled, closing her eyes. "My name is Sybarite Mettalium. I believe I am your newest Defense against the Dark Arts teacher...?" she opened her eyes with a slightly troubled look. "The job is still open, isn't it?"
Hermione nodded as a faint smile appeared on her face. "Our Potions master, Snape, was overjoyed when you didn't show up."
Sybarite raised a pale eyebrow "Did he get the job?"
Hermione shook her head. How lucky she had arrived soon! "Only as a replacement until you showed up"
A faint smile graced Syb's lips "How wonderful…" she trailed off as Hermione stopped in front of a door.
"This is Professor McGonagall's office. Well, I should be getting back to my room, it's rather late."
Sybarite smiled, her eyes closed once more. She really was beautiful, if a bit odd. Hermione thought with a slightly unusual twinge of envy. "Thank you"
A troubled look crossed Hermione's face. Was that a wolf I just saw in her shadow…? No, it couldn't be. Shaking the thought from her head, she waved and headed for her dorm. "Good night!"
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Sybarite watched as Hermione bid a quick retreat back to her dorm, and smiled as the wolf, who had unremarkably wandered off as usual, appeared, his red-gold eyes judging him in a faintly sardonic gaze. The wolf only nodded his orange-gold head in agreement.
"Such an amusing child… She will provide more entertainment later" Syb murmured, "Don't you think so Farfarello?" Sybarite asked, knocking several times, then opening the door.
And with the faint whisper of silk and fire, they disappeared in to the office.
Riu: Hey minna! One thing; in the up coming chapters, there will be Yaoi. Preferably but not restricted to Draco/Harry, and Nev/Ron. Now, if you are so asinine as to ignore me, be disgusted, but I don't need to hear about it. Tell it to your dog or pet were wolf or something. One thing: I am not gay, and I'm not a abnormality. I'm insane. INSANE I TELL YOU!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Get it right!
Rashart: Maniacal laughter only makes you look like a moron. Cool villains don't laugh.
Syb: Look who's talking, Laughing Boy.
Riu: Hey, I'm not a villain! I'm the AUTHOR! Ha! That rule doesn't apply to me!
Rash: Huh. That's strange. You still look like an Ahou when you do it.
Riu: (Growls and runs him over with Rashy's Ionian Were-cycle.) Take that!
Rash: Ouch… THIS is why I don't like females.
Riu: (Grins) Anyways… questions? Flames? CC? Large amounts of decomposing fruit? (Tomato comes out of nowhere and smacks Rashy in the face) Oooo bad aim. (Gets smacked with a piece of watermelon.) Hold that thought. (Conjures up a cannon-like assembly that shoots a three-pound watermelon straight into that inconvenient spot right between the fruit thrower's eyes. The impact sends him clear through the skylight with bit's of red stuff trailing behind him) That was fun. Now were was I?
Rash: You were going to leave. Leave and never come back.
Riu: Oh yeah- WAIT A SECOND! That's not what I was going to do! (Whacks Rashy) stupid boy.
Syb: (Sweatdrops) Ano… Rashy, you'd probably get hit less often if you didn't remark.
Rash: Yeah, but where's the fun in that?
Riu: (Sigh) Anyways, it depends on if I get any reviews if I'll decide to post again, so some comments please?
Rash: (Insert panicked look for Rashy here) Don't do it! You'll only have to read about me being tortured!
Riu: Shush! (Rolls over him a few times with Ion) Ja, bye bye!
(Note: Ahou = Idiot, moron, think general Baka in Osaka dialect.)