Taiki sat up in his bed next to Taichi, breathing heavily. He pulled his goggles up and looked over as Taichi squirmed slightly in his direction, drearily asking;

"What's wrong...? I was having a dream about a gorgeous lunch..." He moaned, flopping his arm over the gap and onto the bedside table to get the lamp.

"I just... I can feel a storm coming." Taiki explained, in a worried tone.

"The new first-years. I'm worried about going back this year, it just feels... Foreboding..." To which Taichi simply responded with;

"Ah shut yer yap, it'll be fine... You owe me a fictional cinnamon ramen, dick..." Before promptly falling back to sleep in the strangest of positions. He was on his front, with one foot folded over towards his butt, the other hanging off the side of the bed, one arm almost completely engulfed by his monolithic hair, with only two fingers visible, and the other on the table.

Taiki chuckled to himself.

"How does Koushiro deal with that hair? I wonder how many combs are in there. Maybe that's even where his headband went. Oh well, I'll wonder about it in the morning..." And with that he yawned, turned off the light, ran his fingers through his not-as-big-but-still-pretty-big hair, slipped his goggles over his eyes and peacefully fell asleep.

(Interlude)

Meanwhile, in Japan, one other boy was just waking up. He was about average sized, with tall brown hair, which had a strange red tuft at the front, he had plump cheeks, with yellowy-brown eyes, a slim physique, and a set of blue rectangular goggles with yellow lenses around his neck, that his grandfather had made for him years ago.

The boy lazily rolled out of bed, groaning as he picked himself up from the floor. However, as soon as he was on his feet, his eyes shot open, and he became his usual overly-confident and outgoing self. He slid his goggles up to his forehead, and looked around the room, settling his eyes on a tiny crimson-red and white device with three buttons. He picked it up and looked at the pixel screen, which had a small digital monster on it, when suddenly a voice called him from downstairs.

"Tagiru-kun? Tagiru-kun?! You have a letter, Tagiru-kun!"

At that notion, Tagiru instead placed the Crimson device on the table and almost fell down the stairs, crashing into about three walks on his way to the kitchen/living room. His mother, who also had a mysterious red patch at the front of her hair, handed him the letter, which was bulky in one place, and was sealed with a wax stamp.

"Wow, I never get mail! What is this? Why is there a H on it?" He started rapidly quizzing his clueless mother.

"Oh just open it already Tagiru, I don't know." She sighed.

She had no idea how he could be so loud and energetic in the mornings, when she could barely get up on time for breakfast. Tagiru's father was no better either, and he certainly couldn't have got the trait from his grandmother. That left one candidate.

"God dammit, dad. You got your revenge..." She thought slightly angrily to herself.

Meanwhile, Tagiru was sitting in the middle of the room reading this letter... In perfect English. She walked over to him, surprised.

"When did you learn to speak English?" She asked him, confused, as he had never listened in language classes.

"The letter came with a thing called a jabber-nut. It's from a British school. They want me to learn magic." Tagiru explained, also super confused. He looked at the letter again, checking to see he had read it properly, before looking up at his mother.

"Yup. Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, Glenfinnan Loch, Scotland." They looked at each other, then at the letter, then back at each other.

"What the fuck...?" They both said at the same time.