dislaimer: Golden Sun or Harry Potter: not mine.

Neko-chan n Inu-sama, savinglifelessness, Steeple333, Malteser 99: Thanks for reviewing, guys! Make me jump with glee, you do! Steeple333, I know, I'll try to get out the mistakes, but redoing the chapter won't happen anytime soon, I think.

kd7sov: Wow! Well to answer your questions: First: I think hover requires ground to be under your feet, or at least water, to push yourself up from. When they'd fall down, they couldn't use hover until they were almost down, and that'd require a LOT of energy. Also, they don't know where they'd end up. Second: I've been struggling with that one, too, and I decided that 'Spells' just might be okay. But for you, I'll try to avoid that from now on. Third: I know...I was feeling mushy, and I thougt it fitted... Fourth: O.O' Me hadn't noticed that before... Thanks for pointing that out, I'll correct it a soon as possible. I think I'll use Picard, then. Oh God, I'm so stupid...-sweatdrops-

I hope that covers it... Anyway, I haven't managed to get to the point again in this chapter. I split it again, but youcan expect an update soon!

chapter 3: of garments, staves and chaos

part 1:

The next morning, Felix was awakened by the sunlight shining in his eyes. Blinking in the sun's rays, he pushed the red covers away and rose slowly from the soft bed.

They had slept in the same room, four beds, two on top of each other on each side of the rectangular room. Felix slept under his sister, and Picard on top of Sheba in the other beds.

He smiled when he saw Jenna already up, arranging her tunic and rummaging quietly through her stuff she had put on a chair the evening before.

'Your bracelet is over there, sis.' Felix said, whispering to avoid waking up Picard and Sheba, who were still slumbering, and pointing at another chair where the missing bracelets was. Jenna jumped up, startled at the sudden noise. When she had finally located the source of it, she grinned. 'I thought you were never going to wake up.' She said quietly while taking her armoury and shoving it over her hand. Felix left it at that and started to get dressed.

Usually, that didn't take too long, considering that the adepts didn't have any pyjamas or other night garments. Felix only took off his heaviest armour, belts, boots and weapons, and when he didn't have to sleep on the ground, Felix would also remove his cape and green overshirt. (dunno what it's called, but he wears something over his tunic.) He had hung it all over a chair and had placed the Sol blade in a corner.

Jenna had only removed the heavy metal breastplate and other armour and, since it was warm enough, her woollen pullover she always wore over her brown tunic. Somehow, she had managed to scatter everything all over the place.

Sheba usually slept fully clothed, as her silky tunic didn't offer much protection against the cold and it was so smooth that it wasn't in the way when sleeping. Only her flexible leather boots, which enabled her to take full advantage of her speed, stood next to her bed.

Picard had loosened all his leather belts and taken off his navy-blue, sleeveless overcoat and the leather armour he wore over his silk tunic. Being the neat Lemurian he was, he had carefully rolled up the belts, folded the coat and placed everything on one of the shelves available. Still determined not to break his (probably ancient) habit, he was still wearing his silky headdress. That was something his allies had learned soon after he had joined them: there's no Picard without his beloved garment.

Jenna was starting to believe he didn't even take it off while taking a bath, since he somehow managed to keep it clean at all times, not at all like her brother, whose cape was totally ragged and torn at the edges by now. Luckily, Isaac's mother Dora had offered him to repair most of the damage after their quest for the lighthouses.

Since then, Felix had started to take more care of it, reluctant to get himself another one. Well, Jenna had to admit her brother wouldn't be the same without it. When she was near him, she could smell the adventures, see where the cloak had been torn in their battles, feel its worn out tissue and relive the past. She knew why he didn't want to part with it.

Anyway, Felix got dressed and when he was done, he reached for his sword. Just in time, he reminded himself that Dumbledore had told them not to bring their weapons. He withdrew his hand from the hilt, slowly beginning to realise that their lives would have to change drastically if they wanted to stay in the castle. With a sigh, he sat down on his chair and watched his allies.

Jenna, who had been eager to start her day, was now sitting on Felix' bed, her mace in her hands, and a sad look in her eyes. Apparently, she had had the same realisation as her brother. She stood up and twirled the weapon around, making a circle in the air. The tip of the weapon glowed softly, sensing the movement and expecting an attack. But none came. The brown-haired fire-adept gently shoved her mace under her and her brother's bed and then sat down on the bed again, her head and back resting against the wall, contemplating.

Now, Picard was waking up, too. The mariner had been sleeping on his back, one arm dangling loosely off the bed, the other resting on his chest. Now, he was moving and rolling over, moaning a little.

Before Felix or Jenna could stop him, he had rolled completely over, and out of his bed. With a crash, he came down hard on his side, eyes springing open in surprise to find himself on the floor and his side feeling numb.

That also woke Sheba up, who had rolled herself up in her blanked like a cat and had managed to edge her way into the corner of the bed, so that it was almost empty. The first thing she heard was Jenna, asking Picard if he was okay while trying to suppress a giggle.

'I'm okay. Damn, I'll never sleep this high anymore when I'm not on a ship...' the Lemurian answered, rubbing his arm and trying to get the sleep out of his eyes by blinking and shaking his head. 'The movement at least warns me that I'm sleeping high above the floor...'

Jenna nodded. How often hadn't she fallen out of the high beds in the drakar, or heard the others cursing (usually Saturos, Alex, Garet or Mia) when they fell out of their bed. Felix never cursed. He somehow seemed to be immune against the dropping-out-of-your-bed virus, just like Picard.

The latter didn't look too well this morning. His aqua hair was a mess, his golden eyes were hazy and his blanket was still twisted around his legs. When he had freed himself of it, he slowly made his way to the bathroom to refresh himself. Sheba and Jenna couldn't help looking at his muscular legs and arms and giggling at how cute he looked only dressed in his blue silk tunic, his headdress and his dark-blue shorts. Oblivious to the admiring looks of Sheba, he slammed the door a little harder than intended and sighed.

When he came out again, his friends were all ready to go downstairs and have breakfast. None of them wore any armour, not even Jenna. (She had realised the lack of danger on Earth and removed her armour, even her breastplate. She was blushing awkwardly at the lack of protection.) Hastily, he put on his coat, not bothering to put on his armour, too, and fastened all his belts. When he had put on his boots, he looked at them and nodded. 'Let's go.'

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After the first real problem of the day (Sheba had to teleport them down, neglecting the rule of not using her Psynergy, because neither of them remembered the way), the four arrived in the Great Hall. There, on the Gryffindor table, breakfast was served. They were only mildly surprised when the plates refilled themselves with sandwiches when thy were empty, but they were more astonished when they first ate cereals. After all, none of them had ever seen such food. Especially not in such colourful packages. Beside that, breakfast was quite uneventful.

Except of course when a certain half-giant came into the Hall.

'Ah, there you guys are. Already wondered where you were.' Hagrid said in a good mood, sitting down next to Jenna, who nearly choked on her sandwich from surprise, and startling the wits out of the rest. When Jenna could breathe again, she looked at the big man next to her and shoved a bit away from him. 'Who are you?' she asked anxiously, suppressing the need to draw a weapon and attack. 'Are you that Hagrid-guy?'

When Hagrid saw the adepts' surprised and shocked looks, he laughed. 'Yes, I am! Bet ye olde Dumbledore forgot to mention me size, no?' He chuckled. Unfazed by the lack of response from the frozen adepts, he continued. 'So, I hope he did tell ye that were going to Diagon alley today, to buy wands 'n stuff?' The four adepts nodded, still not sure whether this was a joke or not. If it was, it wasn't a very good one.

'Well, then, if you're ready, let's get going!' Not waiting for a reply, he stood up and made his way to the doors. When he noticed that no one followed, he stopped and turned to them. 'Now come on, I won't bite. Ye're not afraid of me, are ye? Dumbledore told me 'bout ye, so I know ye're not wussies!'

At that hint of an insult, Felix rose from the table. He had really been scared for a moment, since he was practically defenceless without his weapon, armour and now prohibited Psynergy. Now, he was calm again, but still angry with himself. It was about time he got used to walking around without the weight of his equipment, and in the name of Sol, he wouldn't let his party be insulted, dammit!

Banishing the quickly fading anger out of his voice, he called his friends. 'He's right. It's time to go.' Regaining their composure, helped by their leader's calm tone, they sat up, too, and together, they approached Hagrid. When he didn't attack but only smiled at the new students, they relaxed. But he'd have to tell them why he was so huge, one way or another. But they had time now to, if necessary, squeeze the answer out of him.

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