Unexpected Visitors
The next day he had an unexpected visitor as he came back from an early lunch. His hand moved to his hip where Mugen was sheathed to a metre, the space covered by a thin blade, from his intruder, an owl
… An owl?
His brain kicked into gear and he instantly took in his surroundings. Everything was as it should be except from the fact there was another living being in his quarters, a living being that was squawking and hooting with fear and indignation. What the?! Then he spotted a letter and a rolled up piece tied to its leg. Oh right, owls were used for Postal Service. Sheathing Mugen, he stiffly nodded his head in as a way of apology; he was not going to vocally say sorry to a bird. The owl ruffled his feather before hesitantly sticking out his leg. Kanda smartly walked over to the owl and took the letter, fumbling a bit with the clasp, seeing as he was unfamiliar with it. He read the contents of the letter:
Dear Professor Yuu Kanda,
We wish to know whether or not you would like to travel ahead of the students via the Floo Network or aboard the Hogwarts Express with the students. If you decide the train then please take the tickets encased in the envelope, if you prefer the Floo Network then please return the tickets along with the customary reply stating your choice and someone will come along to escort you at an arranged point of your convenience. The Hogwarts Floo Network is a trifle different.
Yours Sincerely Professor McGonagall
Deputy Head of Hogwarts.
Kanda looked at the piece once over and then pondered his decision. He drudged up a piece of info from the back of his mind that the Hogwarts Express had something to do with running through a wall to get onto its platform -looking at the tickets- Platform 9 ¾ it seemed, and the Floo Network were like fireplace transporters and supposedly rather disconcerting, if the little added side note in one of his files was to be believed. Kanda figured it'll be easier to take the train, he was familiar with Kings Cross Station after all, and how much different could a Magic Train be?
Turning the parchment over and then hurriedly looking for something to write with, he found a black biro trapped in one of the binders of the Wizarding files, he scrawled back a reply.
I will take the train.
Then as an afterthought
Thanks for the tickets.
He signed himself off.
Professor Y. Kanda.
Ignoring how weird his name sounded in his mind, Professor Y Kanda, he folded up the letter before attaching it back onto the owl's leg before turning his attention to the rolled up parchment. Unrolling it he noticed it was a newspaper, the Black Order had subscribed him to the Daily Prophet. He had to admit it was a clever idea, what better way of inconspicuously learning about the modern wizard community. Spinning round he passed by the piles of files lying onto his bed before started scanning the articles and reading them.
It was only a hoot from the owl that redirected his attention. He glared irritably at the bird, "What". The bird hooted again, Kanda stared right back, default scowl in place. The bird's squawking was getting increasingly irritating but the way it hooted and ruffled it feathers it clearly wanted or trying to tell him something. Unfortunately he wasn't exactly fluent in Owl Squawk. So Kanda turned away and ignored the owl figuring if he ignored it for long enough it would eventually go away.
9 hours later.
Kanda lounging out on his bed, sipping another class of mineral water, a mind-numbingly boring file on wizards of note, on his lap, looked up and out the window his gaze on the sky and he saw the sun setting. It was rather pretty he surmised, the pink glow as a background for the vivid red and orange streaks, like determined heavy brush strokes on a soft pale pink water wash, it was something that Old Geezer Tiedoll would like to see; this vibrant sunset as a backdrop for the startling, busy little city.
He turned his attention on the owl snoozing at the end of his bed. At some point the bird had migrated from the window sill to his table top until it finally nested itself next to him on the bed mattress, probably because the wonky wooden table wasn't all that comfy. He wasn't sure why the owl wouldn't leave it wasn't as if he paid the bird any sort of attention and he was pretty sure by now it was supposed to have left, especially with his reply. Whatever the bird wasn't irritating him but if the owl pooped on his bed the Wizarding Community will find one of their messengers laid out on a table for the eating. Although Kanda wasn't all too sure whether an owl would be tasty or not, that wasn't the point. Bet the Moyashi would eat it regardless his mind drifting to the white haired midget.
He vaguely wondered how the young boy (even if he wasn't all that younger than him) was holding up. Not that he was worried about him, the kid was General and he knew he could handle himself, the Moyashi had proven himself over and over again of that fact, but yeah he just wondered. Which in and of itself was strange because he never wondered how the other Exorcist were doing, in fact Lenalee, Lavi and them lot had barely crossed his mind.
Oh whatever, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is perceived as the Merlin of this time, having titles such as Grand Sorcerer ,Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of…
There was something on his face. It had sharp pointy things that were digging into his head and something flatthery that was covering his mouth, this soft 'flatthery' thing that was slowly suffocating him.
Kanda shot straight up his hand snatching Mugen from beneath his pillow whirling it to face his intruder. There was a Squawk, flapping noises and his face was attacked with irritating movements before it all stopped. Out of bed and already dropped into a battle stance Kanda stared down his attacker, an owl…
An Owl. What?! Deja vu much and sighing irritably he placed Mugen on his bed only to find himself looking at a sleeping owl. His head moved so fast his hair caused whiplash. There was an owl sitting and preening itself on his bedside table and another owl snoozing away on his bed. Since when was there a second owl? He glared at the newest addition, 'What are you doing here' his face clearly said. The owl hooted back, ruffling his feathers before tweeting in the direction of Kanda's bag. Kanda frowned, what did a fowl want with a bunch of papers and files? Then he noted the little note wrapped round his leg. Unravelling it from the owl's claw, he heard tutting like noise from the bird, as if he had done some naughty, naughty thing. Stupid Bird.
To whom this concern,
The customary fee of 7 Sickles for the newspaper has not been paid.
If not paid by sundown an added 2 Sickles will be added to the price.
The Department of Postal Service
Kanda tried not to let surprise show on his face, you had to pay for post, rip-offs. Anyway he opened up his bag and pulled out a wallet that contained some Wizarding Cash. He remembered that the Sickles were silver and duly counted 7. He had no idea how much it was in normal muggle currency, but paying 7 silver pieces seemed like a lot to him, whatever, he was supposed to be covert, complaining about postal prices was not that.
~The British Prime Minister of Magic Private Office~
The walls of the Magical PM's Office are full of predecessors' portraits, along with a black blank one which was a portal to the Muggle PM's Office. It also has a mysterious mirror which hangs in a corner wall behind the great bureau table that stands in the centre of the room with a large almost throne like oak chair which is backed against a wall full of certificates and photos praising Prime Minister Fudge, and sits underneath a magnificent crystal and golden chandelier. Along the walls they're also shelves full of Wizarding gadgets and knick-knacks and hidden inconspicuously behind various other things was a small black bat-like object. Frankly when Prime Minister Fudge had walked into his office that day after his lunch break he had all but forgotten about the thing so was rather surprised to see it hovering over his desk, its bat wings flapping in time with the ticking of his silver Wizarding clock. He approached it surreptitiously trying to remember what the flapping thing was when like a thunderbolt it struck him and the thought made him tremble. It was a communication device between the Magical PM and the elusive Black Order. Oh why did all the strife happen to him, there's the whole BWL Harry Potter/Dark Lord Faux Return dilemma to deal with and now there's this. Honestly he never thought he'd have contact with this Black Order, they certainly hadn't bothered the Ministry for over 100years not even with the Dark Lord's reign or the Grindelwald Invasion.
To be honest their existence had melted into myth and the Forgotten.
Coming within 3 strides of the hovering object he drawn his wand and levelled it at the device. He didn't know whether the movement was some kind of trigger but all of a sudden a voice sounded from the gadget, it spoke English with a faint Oriental accent, but he couldn't discern whether it was Chinese or Japanese. "This is the Supervisor of the Secret Organisation the Black Order's European Branch speaking to you. It has come to our attention that our aims have integrated with your society. I am sending in one of our agents to investigate this occurrence. He will assimilate into your community as a Hogwarts Defence against the Dark Arts Professor (of all the positions thought Fudge). We wished to give you forewarning and we're sorry for any inconvenience this may cause (we're doing this and there's nothing you can do to interfere or overrule this). We'll contact you to update and notify you of any changes but we hope this matter to be resolved quickly. We expect your full co-operation (Do as we command and don't get in our way).
There were a few seconds of white noise in which he wasn't sure but what sounded like an explosion and a distant yell in the background before it cut off. He stared at the device dumbfound. Of all the; how arrogant was that. To simply order and demand things, they bossed their way about the Ministry with no more than a by your leave completely bypassing protocol and why the Defence job of all positions, but Merlin's Frilly Boxers they were the Black Order, they had every right all meagre and secret documents telling of their existence clearly dictated their authority not only in Europe but all over the world. There was only one thing he could do. Grasping a piece of paper he quickly wrote an urgent summons for one of his most trusted advisors, Dolores Umbridge.