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Chapter Two

When Ed opened the door, he saw someone that was just about to knock on it. The person put their hand down.

"Hello, Edward, Alphonse," said the person, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. "You're not going anywhere, are you?"

"We were just going to the train station to - ," started Al.

"Al!" said Ed.

"What?" asked Al.

"I'm afraid I can't let that happen," interrupted Hawkeye.

"Why?" asked Ed.

"Because Colonel Mustang wants me to escort you to his office for an important meeting," explained Hawkeye. "He also told me to use force if necessary."

Ed groaned.

"Brother, I thought you said it wasn't important!" Al snapped.

"I lied!" admitted Ed.

"Brother!" Al scolded.

"Don't scold me!" Ed snapped. "And I thought Colonel Mustang said it would be at eleven!"

"He did, but only because he knew you would pull a stunt like this," said Hawkeye. "Now let's go. We can't keep Mr. Dumbledore waiting."

Ed groaned again. He and Al followed Hawkeye to go to Mustang's office.

"Who's Bumblebore?" asked Al.

Ed snickered.

"Dumbledore," Hawkeye corrected. "He wants Edward at his school."

"But Brother hates school," said Al. "He nearly got himself kicked out of Resembool Elementary School a few times for back talking the teachers."

"Yes, well, this is a different school," Hawkeye explained.

"What kind of school is it?" asked Al.

"A magic school," said Hawkeye.

"But magic doesn't exist!" said Al. "If it did, then everything would be too easy for everyone! It goes against the teachings of Alchemy!"

"I know that, Alphonse," said Hawkeye. "But we have no choice but to listen to our orders, even if it means listening to a demented person."

"You mean a crazy person," Ed mumbled.

"You need to respect your elders, Edward," said Hawkeye.

Ed scowled.

"I only respect people who deserve it," said Ed.

"Well, we're here," said Hawkeye. "You can come with me, Alphonse."

"All right," said Al.

"No swearing, Edward," said Hawkeye.

"Whatever," said Ed.

"Brother, behave yourself," Al urged.

"I'll try, Al," said Ed.

Then Ed went into the office while Hawkeye and Al went to the room beside Mustang's office. As Ed went into the office, he saw Mustang sitting at his desk. He put his suitcase down at the door as he noticed another person in the room, a much, much, much, much older person. That person was an old man with long white hair with a long white beard that could be tucked into his trousers. He wore half-moon spectacles over his bright sparkling blue eyes, a brown suit, and brown shoes.

"It's about time you got here, FullMetal," said Mustang. "I thought you were going to pull a stunt, so I told you the incorrect time."

"Yeah, I know," Ed grumbled. "Lieutenant Hawkeye told me on the way."

"Have a seat, Edward," said Mustang. "I'm sure you're making Mr. Dumbledore nervous."

"Not at all, Colonel," said the man, Dumbledore. "He can stand."

"No, he will sit down, won't you, Edward?" Mustang insisted.

Ed scowled and went to the sofa across from Dumbledore and sat down. He crossed his arms and legs.

"All right, old man, what do you want to talk about?" asked Ed.

"Edward!" said Mustang.

"Don't worry about it, Colonel," said Dumbledore, holding up a hand. "I've heard worse."

"I don't have a lot of time, Mr. Bumblebore," said Ed. "I've got a -."

"Dumbledore," Dumbledore corrected. "But Bumblebore sounds like a very nice name too."

"Get on with it," said Ed.

"All right, I will 'get on with it'," said Dumbledore. "My name is Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

"Long name," Ed remarked. "What, your parents couldn't agree on a name for you?"

"Edward!" Mustang scolded.

"It's quite all right," Dumbledore wove off. "As I was about to say, I am headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Uh-huh," Ed said unbelievingly. "Do you teach students how to pull rabbits out of hats?"

"No, we don't," said Dumbledore. "We teach Potions, Divination, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration - ."

"Transfiguration?" asked Ed. "I don't like the sound of that."

"Transfiguration is something like Transmutation," Dumbledore explained. "But we can change animals into inanimate objects."

Ed banged a fist onto the sofa arm.

"So, you're just messing with innocent animal's lives?!" Ed accused.

"They always get turned back, and they're not harmed," said Dumbledore, calmly.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" yelled Ed, standing up. "THOSE ARE LIVES YOU ARE MESSING WITH! EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE ANIMALS, THEY ARE STILL IMPORTANT! I AM NOT GOING TO YOUR SCHOOL, YOU OLD BASTARD!"

Then Ed stormed to the door, picked up his suitcase, and stormed out of the room while slamming the door shut behind him. Mustang sighed.

"I'll be right back, Professor," said Mustang.

Then Mustang went to the room that was beside his office where Ed was telling Al that they needed to leave that instant.

"Edward," said Mustang. "You're not leaving."

"I am too!" said Ed. "And you can't stop me!"

"Brother, tell me - !" started Al.

"You don't wanna hear it!" Ed interrupted. "Come on, Al."

Ed went to walk passed Mustang, but Mustang grabbed hold of Ed's arm.

"You are going to go, Edward," said Mustang.

"That school turns animals into objects!" yelled Ed.

Al, Havoc, Hawkeye, and the other three subordinates that were in the room gasped. The three other subordinates were Warrant Officer Vato Falman, a tall, gray-haired man in his fifties; Master Sergeant Kain Fuery, a short, black-haired man with square glasses who was in his early twenties; and Second Lieutenant Hymens Breda, a short, red-haired man in his twenties who has a fear of dogs.

"They turn animals into objects?" asked Al, with a high voice.

"Yeah, they do!" said Ed. "That's - !"

"Edward, I know it's terrible, but you were ordered by the Fuhrer himself to go to that school and you are going!" Mustang ordered. "And that is final!"

Ed yanked himself free.

"I'm not -!" started Ed.

"You just need to suck it up and deal with it!" yelled Mustang. "Now, go back in there and apologize to him!"

"When Hell freezes over," said Ed. "Come on, Al."

"Sorry, Ed, but you'll have to obey the order," said Mustang. "You have no choice."

"And why don't I have a choice?" asked Ed, snarling.

"Because your mechanic has been ordered to go, too," answered Mustang.

"WHAT?!" asked Ed.

"Yes, she has been requested to go so she could help with your auto-mail maintenance while you are there," said Hawkeye.

"You knew about this, and you didn't tell me?!" Ed demanded, turning to face Hawkeye.

"Mr. Dumbledore was supposed to tell you himself," said Hawkeye.

"Winry wouldn't agree -!" started Ed.

"In fact, she has," Dumbledore interrupted, from the doorway.

Everyone jumped a bit from being startled. They turned and looked at Dumbledore.

"Miss Rockbell had agreed to come to Hogwarts on the condition that she would be in the same house as you so it would be easy for her to do the maintenance on you," said Dumbledore.

Ed growled.

"Fine, but only for this year!" said Ed. "Come on, Al. Let's go get something to eat."

Then he left the room.

"Brother!" said Al. "Wait up!"

Then Al clanked after him.

"I guess Hell froze over then," said Havoc.

"It seems so," said Dumbledore. "Mr. Elric will have to be back by noon so we can leave then."

"So soon?" asked Fuery.

"Yes, because he needs to get supplies for the new school year," Dumbledore explained. "He also needs to be measured for his school uniform."

"Ed wear a school uniform?" asked Havoc. "That will never happen. He doesn't even wear the military uniform because he doesn't 'like the color'."

"Which is code for they don't have them in kids' sizes," Breda laughed.

Then they all heard screaming.

"I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT!" yelled Ed. "LET GO OF ME, ALPHONSE, SO I CAN KILL HIM!"

Breda winced.

"That's one thing that you have to watch," said Falman. "Edward is sensitive about his height."

"That's an understatement," muttered Breda.

"Don't worry, it will be fine," Dumbledore smiled. "Now, I have always wondered, how does electricity work?"

Everyone, minus Ed and Al who were back on their way to the Mess Hall, looked at Dumbledore with shock and bemusement. At the Mess Hall, Ed angrily set his tray of breakfast down in front of him. Al sat across from him.

"Brother, please don't be this way," said Al.

"How can I not, Al?" asked Ed. "I -"

He sighed angrily.

"I can't do this, Al," said Ed. "It goes against all of her teachings."

"Yeah, I know," said Al. "She would be very angry if she found out. Especially about with you being a State Alchemist."

Ed shivered.

"You won't tell her, will you, Al?" asked Ed.

"Do you think I want to be killed?" asked Al.

Ed chuckled.

"Yeah, you're right," said Ed. "I just… Why did he have to drag Winry into this?"

"Maybe because he knew that you wouldn't go without her," said Al. "You know, since you loooooovvvve each other."

Ed blushed as Al laughed.

"SHUT UP!" yelled Ed.

"Why, because it's true?" Al teased.

"You better be quiet or I'll - I'll -!" started Ed.

"You'll what?" asked Al.

Ed didn't say anything as he dug into his food. At around noon, Ed and Al were found in the library by Havoc.

"Hey, Ed," said Havoc.

Ed and Al looked up from their books and at Havoc.

"What?" asked Ed.

"Mr. Dumbledore says it's time to go," said Havoc.

"Now?" asked Al. "But -!"

"Why so soon?" asked Ed.

"To get your stuff," said Havoc.

"My stuff?" asked Ed.

"Your school stuff," said Havoc. "He said for you to bring your suitcase, too."

Ed sighed. He picked up his suitcase. He hadn't went back to put it back into his and Al's dorm.

"I guess this is see you later, Al," said Ed, looking up at Al.

"I guess so," said Al.

"Don't be upset, Al," said Ed. "I'll write."

Al nodded. Then he hugged Ed.

"You better take good care of yourself, Brother!" said Al.

"I will!" Ed gasped. "Let me go now! I can't breathe!"

Al gasped and let Ed go. Then he watched as Ed left with Havoc.