Category: Short
Prompt: Sushi+"I think you meant to say: hey, I know how I want to get us all kiled today?"
House: Slytherin
Word count: 630
Additional notes: This is a complete AU, placed in WWII-era, with Hadrian Evans sorta acting like Harry, but not really.
"I think you meant to say: hey, I know how I want to get us all killed today? Honestly, Aiko-chan."
That, coming from the most reckless people in the room, meant quite a bit, and Aiko pouted at the gorgeous, emerald-eyed Brit she was hosting for the exchange between Mahoutokoro and Hogwarts. Hadrian Evans simply stared back, head up and back straight as he sat on the lower bunk of the bed he shared with his best friend Tom.
"But - but you can't go home without at least trying sushi in Tokyo!" Aiko whined, not caring about how pathetic it sounded. She was very proud of the vast number of good sushi places in the vicinity of her home, and she would be damned if she didn't drag her friends and their foreign guests to at least one of them.
"We're gaijin, Aiko-sama," Tom Riddle drawled, barely lifting his eyes off the Transfiguration book he was reading. "We'll be lynched if we go out there - or do you think that they'll just ignore the fact we speak English and not Japanese?"
"That's what disguises are for, Tommu-san!" Aiko countered, pulling out her ivory white wand out of the wrist holder and twirling it between her fingers. She was the top of her class when it came to disguises, both magical and Muggle in nature. The fact that she was the undisputed fashion queen of Mahoutokoro helped a lot, too. "Give me five minutes, and no one would suspect you two of anything, let alone being a gaijin!"
"Even if we stop looking European, it doesn't mean we will suddenly be able to speak Japanese," Hadrian yawned, collapsing on his bed and pulling over the bowl filled with pocky sticks, picking out the pumpkin flavored one. "We'll get found out anyway, Aiko-chan."
"No, you won't! Just trust me, Hadurianu-kun." Aiko winked at the Slytherin duo. "Give me an hour, and we'll be able to go anywhere in Tokyo! Well, excluding red light district..."
"Like we'd want to go there," Tom interjected, putting down his book, "when we have the entirety of Hogwarts and half of Mahoutokoro to pick from." He smiled slyly at Aiko, and the Japanese girl had to force herself to stop blushing.
If Hadrian's barely concealed snickers were anything to go by as he munched on his pocky, she failed spectacularly.
"I can't believe you managed to talk us into this," Tom grumbled in an unnecessarily low voice: the parlor the trio had chosen as theirs was discreetly warded against eavesdropping, so Tom and Hadrian did not have to stumble over their hastily learned and clunky Japanese sentences. Aiko just smirked and leaned back, observing the foreigners.
The two boys were dressed in a standard business suits they transfigured from their Hogwarts robes, and constantly fidgeted in them, not used to wearing them for an extended periods of time. Aiko, on the other hand, was completely relaxed in her pastel blue long-sleeved frilly monstrosity of a dress, sipping her cup of sencha tea as they waited for their sushi to come.
"Like you didn't expect that to happen," Hadrian murmured, tucking away a lock of his hair to cover the smile from Tom. "Have you met Aiko?"
Tom looked around and discreetly rolled his eyes, conceding to Hadrian's words. The two boys had a strange relationship: Tom usually didn't allow criticism from anyone, but Hadrian somehow managed to do exactly that on regular basis without Tom exploding. Aiko had a nagging suspicion they were a bit more that just close friends, but she wasn't going to pry. Besides, why risk their ire when she could always ask one of the Hogwarts transfers?
Let it never be said that Aiko did not have self-preservation instinct, despite the evidence pointing otherwise.
Now, where was that sushi?