A/N: Hey guys. I know you've read this chapter before, but basically since of Sugar and Spice is getting lots of recognition within the community, I've decided to continue the Brotherhood story from here instead. If you guys are wondering "where the hell is Kida?" he'll turn up in a couple chapters or so. Well here it is.

An ominous presence was in the room.

She could feel it; her senses tingling ferociously. She couldn't see it, which only made it much more sinister that it should have been. The door was ajar; she wondered who or what must have opened it. She felt a slight urge to shut it, but she couldn't move her body. Something or someone was pulling her onto the bed and keeping her in place. The presence drew nearer and her eyes widened with fear. And then suddenly it came; a shadowy mass which darkened the room. It approached her bed and the darkened mass seemed to evaporate.

A man was revealed in place of it. His hair was lengthy and light and his sapphire eyes twinkled with excitement. He was not fit to be clothed in black, she thought, but there was still something baleful about his appearance. It was his smile. It wasn't warm nor with sympathy for it was more of a smirk than anything else. It seemed to disgust her, but she couldn't do anything.

"Hello Celty," he said in a dreamlike state. "Have you looked at yourself yet?"

The tone was mocking and she didn't like it. She couldn't look at herself anyways; she had already known that she was headless. A common trait of her kind. The man sighed and produced a mirror from beneath his cloak. He held it in front of her and she got a nasty shock.

The face of a girl, with brownish hair and a face that would be described as endearing by many people, stared at her from behind the mirror. Her astonishment was reflected upon that face and a slight realization came to her that this was a trick. It had to be. Her hand moved upwards and she ran her fingers through the smooth, pasty skin. She tugged at her lips, which were gleaming with lipstick and she played with her hair for a bit. Her eyes blinked rapidly for a few seconds before a tear made its way down her cheek. It was true; she had gotten her head back. She could become a human again. A jagged scar was visible around her neck. She grabbed at it and tried to pry the head off with her hands. It was an experiment, to see whether it was some sort of hologram or a trick set up by her captives. It wouldn't budge; it turned out that it was firmly attached. But how?

Wizards.

She had once come into contact with them minutes before she was knocked unconscious and kidnapped. She had seen the extraordinary feats in which they were able to accomplish. From hovering a coffee table to disarming their opponent by using an incantation and to fabricating a ball of light from the ends of their wands, she had seen it all. She knew that they must have found her head and used some sort of spell to fasten it onto her neck. But why? Why would they go into so much trouble to help her? Was it an act of kindness or was she of any importance to them?

"You look worried," the blond haired man began. "For a girl who finally has obtained her own head back, I would very much expect you to be delighted."

"There's nothing wrong," Celty replied.

The wizard continued to eye her suspiciously. "Perhaps some dinner would satisfy your needs. Plates of Yorkshire pudding are currently being served in the dining hall. I would also like to inform you that a steak of venison has just arrived and is being prepared and spiced up for the main course. As your starters we are currently craving bowls of stew made from the finest wolf meat in England."

"Yes, thank you very much." But she still wasn't reassured. "But I'm not hungry at the moment. I think I'll just get some rest."

"Are you sure?" he asked. This time his voice was nicer, as though he were a caring father speaking to his long lost daughter. "It's quite surprising to find someone who's not in the mood for some treacle pie. Are you sure you're not hungry?"

She shook her head frantically. The man sighed. "Well, if you insist. If you need me, I'll be downstairs in the dining hall. It's just round the corner when you reach the bottom of the staircase. And if Wormtail has finished his dinner, you'll be lucky. He's always willing to help." He placed a hand on her shoulder. Celty shuddered. "Get some rest. You'll need it."

Unable to prevent it from occurring, she found herself locking eyes with his. He gently stroked her shoulder before smiling and leaving the room, his cloak billowing behind him. She was finally left to tend to her own thoughts, but for how long?

"C'mon big brother, just one time!"

"All right, all right." Izaya Orihara's smirk curled into a scowl as he fished out a 'Cadbury's dairy milk' chocolate bar from his pocket. "But don't get overexcited. It's not the best I've got."

His sister, Mairu, snatched it in delight. Hunger enveloped her as she began to unravel the paper which was enclosing the brownish solid. Izaya stared at her actions, but he wasn't concerned about it. To him this was normal behavior that occurred regularly. Digging his hands into his trouser pockets, he strode towards a sofa and sat down. So far he was enjoying his stay at Hogwarts and this enabled him to keep his mind occupied by thoughts. Rather sinister thoughts.

He had found out that the students or their parents don't choose to enroll them at Hogwarts; the staff do. He had discovered this when owls started arriving at Raira academy, dropping letters into people's lunches and onto their work. And then they settled down, rested their weary wings and waited for somebody to feed them; to give them a treat to reward them. If anyone could understand their needs. Ikebukuro was a city where there were absolutely no owls in sight and seeing one fly through your classroom window is considered to be worth noted on the news. There was one thing that troubled him; why was he and all the people he knew chosen to become wizards. Was it something to do with the Dullahans? Punishment for all the gang violence and activity? Or was it more of a gift? Izaya would love to delve deeper into these topics and discover the exact reason, but he was too lazy to do so.

Smiling contently, he began to lounge himself on the sofa. His sister followed his example; lying head rested against the armrest and munching greedily on a chunk of chocolate. Her glasses hung askew from the bridge of her nose as she reached for the TV remote. Izaya's smile only grew wider as he gazed at the TV screen. It was curious to how wizards and witches never used a television, a computer or any electronic equipment to be sure of. As some of the people in Hogwarts are against these objects, they were supposed to be forbidden from the school grounds. Until the headmaster: Albus Dumbledore made an exception. As all the Ikebukuro students were muggles, it would be fair to give them what he called 'muggle entertainment.' His plan turned out to be very successful and soon all the common rooms were flooded with various objects of entertainment. The purebloods however were not at all satisfied. Perhaps communism did exist within the wizarding community?

A blare of static followed by a cluster of different sounds resonated within the room. The TV was on and it was just as Izaya liked; it was high definition. All the programs in fact, evens the ones not classified to be in HD quality. His sister grabbed a nearby magazine which was propped against a wooden dining table. She flicked through and Izaya caught a glimpse of its contents; it was a TV directory which displayed all the programs showing on TV. His eyes narrowed, but grew increasingly wider as he spotted a 'Playstation 3' console lying on top of the dining table. Perfect, he thought. That's just what I wanted.

"What in the name of Merlin is this?"

He turned around to see Draco Malfoy, gaping open mouthed at the television set. His hands were splayed and his wand clattered to the floor in amazement. Mairu glared at him; he had just interrupted her reading session.

"Are you stupid?" she said. "It's a television set dumbass."

Izaya nodded to him, smiling. Malfoy's face turned a deep shade of scarlet; he had an encounter with Izaya one day ago and it wasn't pleasant. Actually it cost him a precious object and the pureblood had spent the whole night afterwards plotting ways to get revenge. He also hated being called names, especially by his fellow Slytherins.

"Don't use that term on me mudblood," he sneered, pointing a finger at Mairu.

It was now Mairu's turn to get angry; she didn't know what the word meant, but she could tell that it was offensive. A loud snicker was heard behind Malfoy and a lumbering, obese student approached the scene. Izaya couldn't tell whether the boy was Crabbe or Goyle, but he didn't one bit. He was going to have some fun with him.

Causing trouble was Izaya's hobby. Back in Ikebokuro, he was most known for causing the vast amounts of gang violence in the streets and running away from them. He was also notorious for the constant bullying of Shizuo Heiwajima, a man dubbed the strongest human in the city. Shizuo had tried to catch numerous, but Izaya, knowing very well that he'll get injured or possibly even killed, had eluded his chases through the use of parkour. The amounts of tension increasing within the city had enabled him to master this sport and it soon lead him to believe that no one would be able to catch him in time.

"I deserve some apologies you know," Malfoy said to Mairu. "I've heard about you Japanese, always causing trouble. Maybe sometime you'll learn to respect your elders, third year girl. Now say sorry!"

"Go fuck yourself!"

Anger built up in Malfoy's face. "Goyle," he scowled. "You take care of her. I'm sick and tired of speaking to mudbloods."

Goyle then began to give her a big toothy grin and advanced hungrily towards her. Mairu cowered upon his sight, but Izaya knew what she was up to. The unintelligent looking Slytherin clasped her tightly by the shoulder only to be launched into the air with a powerful kick. Mairu's feet had connected violently with his stomach and she soon landed safety, the result of an experienced back flip. Her eyes moved towards Malfoy who whimpered something under his breath. She craned her head round to face her brother and beamed as he silently clapped for her.

Goyle was now clutching his stomach, coughing and splattering before getting to his feet. His eyes were now full of rage, a possible result of losing to a puny third year. Steadying himself, he rushed towards her ready to push her to the ground. Izaya knew he would be beaten by his sister, but it was time for him to make his move.

Imperio, he thought, concentrating on Goyle's plump structure.

Just as he was about to collide into her, Goyle was rooted to the spot a few inches away from where her feet were. Malfoy stared at him in wonder before he realized what was happening. His expression soon turned into that of fear and he took a step backwards. Goyle then turned towards him, arms outstretched like that of a zombie and moved slowly towards him. Malfoy screamed as he whipped out a wand and shrieked "Stupefy!"

Goyle was blasted across the room and was slammed into a nearby wall. He lay there unconscious and Malfoy tensed when he realized what he had done.

"How did you cast that," he said. "You're a mudblood. How can you even know how to produce a nonverbal spell?"

"Let's just say, I'm special," Izaya replied.

Malfoy scowled on the spot. "Well consider yourself lucky that I'm not going to tell my father. Now come on. We've got defense against the dark arts next."

A/N: Well that was a fresh start. Next chapter would arrive shortly.