Chapter 3:

"I want to eat you."

"What, exactly, are weapons and meisters?" Hermione asks when she finally figures out what she wants to ask. She likes the girl, Maka. They are kindred souls it seems. Surrounded by stupid boys and more clever than all of them combined. At least Maka had several other female companions. She only had Ginny and at times, Luna.

Maka taps her chin as she thinks, formulating the best way to explain it. "Well, like your kind, we are humans. It's genetics, really, that decide what you are. There are actually two genes that determine if you are a weapon, a meister, or neither. The first dictates weather you can control a soul wavelength, the second dictates how you control it. Both genes are recessive so both meisters and weapons are pretty rare. Our friend, Tsubaki, comes from a long line of weapons. Both of her parents are weapons and so was her brother." Maka bits her lip for a second, glad Tsubaki isn't there. "However, my partner, Soul, comes from a family of 'normal' humans. It was just luck that there was enough of the gene for Soul to inherit it." The meister stops to take a breath and notices all three boys are giving her very confused looks but Hermione looks like she understands it to some extent.

When the witch is done jotting down notes, she asks her next question, "What about a weapon and a meister having a child?" Maka seems to sit up a little at this one.

"Well, my mother was a meister and my father was a weapon. I didn't inherit the weapon gene, only the meister gene but I am naturally more capable with scythes like Soul because my father was a scythe." She gives a sidelong look to her partner for a second before looking back at the witch. "There, of course, could be more to it than that but it's all I know."

Hermione gives a curt nod before jotting something else down. "So weapons turn into legitimate weapons?" She opens her mouth to say something more but is cut off by Ron.

"So like you turn into metal and stuff?" Ron raises a skeptical eyebrow at the white-haired boy who is glaring at him from under the covers of the bed.

Soul grins, shark teeth flashing dangerously, "Why yes, yes I do." He sits up, raising his left arm above the covers. There was a flash of whitish-blue light and from his left forearm, there was a red and black blade. "Can also make them. Comes with being a death scythe."

"A death scythe?" Hermione questions, looking at the lethal looking blade. She kind of wanted to touch it. Would it be warm like skin or cold like metal generally was? She then noticed Maka's uneasy gaze. "What is a death scythe?"

Maka sighs, "A death scythe is the highest title a weapon can have. A death scythe is usually Lord Death's own personal weapon but Soul is still in training so he is staying with me. One achieves death scythe rank when they gather 100 souls."

Before she can stop Soul, he happily chimes in, "99 evil souls and one witch's soul. In that order. The witch's soul is the most important you know." He grins darkly when the three look at him with wide eyes, "Be glad I've already gotten mine." He licks his lips slowly, "I want to eat you."

If Maka didn't know better, she would have thought her partner was being serious. He was a very good actor when he wanted to be. She glares at him before turning back to the three perplexed magical students, "He's being stupid, ignore him. He gets a sick pleasure out of scaring people." Soul snorts loudly before hunkering down under the blankets again. "The witches we hunt are evil and being hunted for their crimes, the same as the evil humans we hunt."

Hermione gives Maka a funny look, "Only witches? No wizards?" Maka scrunches up her face suddenly, deep in thought.

"Ya know, I've never heard of a wizard being hunted…" She trails off, the look of confusion still on her face until she yawns. The excitement of the day has finally worn off and all Maka's brain wants to think about is going to sleep soon. "Do you have anymore questions?" The meister sincerely hopes they don't. There's a warm bed under neither her butt and she'd like to kick Soul out of it soon.

"Not any that can wait. We ought to go to bed too, we have classes in the morning." Hermione and the boys rise to leave. "Thank you for being so kind to us. I hope you enjoy your stay in our humble school." She turned to leave and they all exited the room.

Soul sighs dramatically, pulling Maka under the covers with him. "Too tired to move." He grumbles when Maka tries to kick him out of the bed. "Suck it up and go to sleep." He slides an arm around her waist and traps her in the bed. He's asleep before Maka can protest so she settles into sleeping too. The sound of Soul's heart and his body heat lull her into sleep before she can change her mind.

The second Soul feels Maka's breathing slow, he picks up the cell phone next to his bed. He quickly shuffles through the contact list before reaching the one he's looking for. He takes a deep breath before pecking out a message and sending it. Once he knows it has been sent, he turns off his phone and tries to fall asleep.

It doesn't come easily.

"So nice to see you again, little brother." Wes reached out to touch his brother's hair only to have Soul flinch away. Like his brother, he's rather good at hiding his emotions so his hurt isn't noticed. "I didn't expect to see you here." He made no move to go near his brother again. If Soul wanted space, he could give him that. They were never a touchy feely family but Wes felt he needed to let Soul know he missed him somehow. Oh well, respecting his little brother's wishes would have to do.

The scythe leaned his head against the wall, "Yeah well," He looked at Wes, "Shit happens." He's not in the mood to deal with Wes or his overbearing big brotherness. "Look, Wes, I need a favor." He felt pathetic asking his brother for this but he didn't have anyone else to ask. It was a dire situation indeed.

Wes raised an eyebrow, "What do you need? I'll help if I can." He was telling the truth, even as children, Soul never relied on him. It was nice to indulge in his weird protective tendencies. Soul shifted around nervously.

"I, um, I'm coming to England, for a mission soon." He looked at Wes for a second before looking down. "I've got this friend I want you to meet…"

Wes blinked rapidly when he heard his phone chime. Who would be texting him this late at night? Didn't they know he had a concert tomorrow. He flips it open and beats down his initial surprise. If he had been more awake, he would have figured out who it was the second he got it but sleep makes you slow.

From: Soul
We'r in Ngland

The violinist smirks at his little brother's text message. It amuses him for some reason. He contemplates texting back but he's sure Soul is probably sleeping or trying to. At least one of them is considerate of the other's sleeping patterns. He'll text him after the concert, maybe before. Whatever, he wants to sleep and so he does.

AN: Sorry about being late. I had to babysit today. Don't ask where this is going. I'm not sure anymore. I didn't plan on adding Wes to the story at all(except in mention), until about an hour ago. I always figured Soul and Wes have a weird relationship. Like Wes wants to smother Soul with his big brother lovingness but he respects Soul too much to do so. And Soul envies Wes too much to accept any form of affection from him even though he kind of wants too.

Whatever.

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