"I can't find a single book about the Philosopher's stone, but I did find one about the Intellectual's Pebble! What should we do now, brother?" Alphonse said as the three of them searched the bookshelf for a book on the Philosopher's Stone. "We're not researching that right now! We're trying to spark some memories!" Ed corrected him, sounding annoyed. "Oh yeah. Colonel Mustang wanted a report on your backstories, didn't he?" Pandora asked him while reading through a book titled 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone'. "What about this?" She handed him a book about Alchemy and watched as he opened the book. A smile grew on his face. "Oh Fuck yes!"

While Ed talked about his hometown and how he once Summoned the devil and traumatized his childhood friend, Pandora took the time to remember her own beginnings

(Hufflepuff Braixen: FLASH BACK TIME!)

Pandora's narration

My superhero story began 5 years ago in Central City, the Capitol of The Corrupt Amestris Government! Boy, was I a silly little girl back then!

"Pandora, Why did you chop up our cat?" My mother asked as I sat in Time-out. "I wanted to see what it would taste like! I'm tired of eating pork and steak!" 10 year old me protested. Mother gave me a frightening look. "Well that's too bad! Your father and I work very hard to provide you with that much!" She muttered something else under her breath too, something I didn't quite catch. "What did you say Mom?" I asked, head tilted in confusion. "Nothing! Go outside, you little brat!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me outside, shutting the door as soon as I was out there. After getting up and dusting my clothes off, I spent the rest of my day getting beat up by bullies and practicing basic forms of Magic (Read: Alchemy). Eventually, I returned home and discovered that Mom was no longer there. "Daddy, Where's Mom?" I asked my Dad as he was chopping up some meat. He smiled wickedly and said "We decided to go our separate ways, my dear" I cocked my head in confusion. "What do you mean?" He looked at me, a strange gleam in his eye. "Dinner's almost ready. Go set up the Tableware" he instructed. Still very confused, I listened to what I was told and got out the plates and silverware. Pretty soon, My Dad's meat stew was finished cooking and we were finally ready to eat. As We age, I couldn't help but notice that something was different about his meat stew this time, and not just the taste. It was when I took another bite that I found something utterly strange. Something that certainly did not belong in a meat stew. It felt hard. Harder than bone. I opened my mouth and spit whatever it was into my open hand. It was a ring. My Mom's wedding ring. "Hey Dad? I found this in my stew" I held up the ring for him to see. He snatched it from me as quick as he could. "Your Mom Threw it at me before she left. I must have dropped it in the food by accident" He explained. I knew something was fishy about this situation, but I chose not to say anything about it. Instead, I continued with eating dinner and thought about the information that was given to me.

Mom leaving right before I get home, Dad chopping up a large piece of meat, me finding her wedding ring in my dinner, the dots connected almost too easily. How could I have not realized what was REALLY in my dinner? But you know what? I didn't care. I didn't care about it at all, It tasted delicious regardless of the ingredients in my mind. In fact, I thought it was better than any meat stew I had before! So I didn't say anything. I didn't care where the meat came from so long as it was fresh, and that hasn't changed one bit! I guess you could say that I'm a bit of a Daddy's girl. Speaking of Dad, he would later go on to become an infamous Serial Killer. Turns out what happened that night awakened a new part of him. And it was hungry for more blood. Human blood. Dear old Dad went on to become a professional serial killer. Me? I was busy trying to get my State Alchemist License. That part definitely took me a while, What with all the questions and tests. Eventually though, I prevailed and got my State Alchemist title. They called me 'The Nightmare Alchemist' because of my very apparent Nightmare Fetish. Fitting if you ask me.

So I guess that's my whole story.