Chapter 8

Chapter 8

TAKE THE POLL!! FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY!! WHAT SHOULD THE PAIRINGS BE IN 'BORN CHAKRA RAISED MAGIC'?? REVIEW WITH THE PAIRING –OR- TAKE THE FREAKING POLL!!

"Well…looks like we're on our second-day schedule…" Zane muttered sleepily.

Sly growled slightly, "shit….now we have to find out where our other classes are…"

Zane sighed, looking down at her class lineup for the day. "Sly…what's your lineup look like?"

"Tuesday and Thursday, DADA…then History of Magic, Lunch…Herbology…then oh, that's it." Sly looked up from her piece of parchment, "what about you?"

Zane smiled, "Same…"

The two girls were definitely reassured by the fact that they would not be split at all during classes. They walked, satisfied, to their new first class…and new first teacher.


"Good morning, and welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts…you may refer to me as Gin-sensei," The teacher spoke. His low, silky voice floated through the room. He was, in all terms, an albino. White hair, pale skin, and red-ish eyes, he was tall, and wore a band with a metal plate on it, carved on the plate was a symbol that resembled chain links. "Any questions?"

A girl beside the Riddles raised her hand, the two looked at her and immediately knew who she was…brown-red hair, green glasses, headband, it was the Naru-tard from the train, Bret. "Yes," She stated when she was called on, "What village are you from?"

The teacher looked at her curiously, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Your head band! What does the symbol mean?" She exclaimed, "I've never seen one like that before…"

Zane rolled her eyes, "Oh, it's a miracle….she doesn't understand something from a cartoon with a hyper-active, orange-jumpsuit-wearing, blonde, BLONDE, freak…"

"It's an anime!!" Bret cried in Zane's ear, causing said Riddle to wince.

Sly glared over at her, "It's a fucking arm band!! Leave it be, what did it do to deserve you asking things about it?? It could be Jesus in disguise!"

Zane turned her attention to her friend, "What?"

"He's always watching you!! Like some crazy, half-dead, fear-me-for-I-can't-be-killed Santa Clause!!" Sly exclaimed even louder.

A very awkward silence settled on the class before a brown haired boy from Hufflepuff stood up and looked over at Sly, "E-excuse me…but Jesus is my savior!"

Sly turned her glare to the boy, "shut the hell up!! You all are going to hell anyway!! Deal with it!!"

Everyone was silent, and finally Zane put a hand on Sly's shoulder, "you didn't take your medication today did you…"

"Yes I did!"

"Sly…I know you…how much did you take?"

Sly looked away, mumbling.

"Sly…"

The smaller Riddle sighed, "I took…five pills…"

Zane's gaze suddenly turned cold, "You're supposed to take six, Sly…you know what happens when you don't."

Sly's eyes watered, "B-but Sly is a good girl!!"

Several minutes passed before class returned to normal, and at that time Professor Gin (or "Gin-senseless" dubbed by Zane) announced the project the entire class would be doing.

"Now I will put you in pairs of three, and answer questions on Thursday." He then began to list the groups, and soon enough he was on… "Group 13, Zane Riddle, Sly Riddle, and Bret Zimmer."

"Damn it!" Zane snarled.

Sly jumped at the sound of her name, "Sly is a good girl!! Sly knew she should have taken her pills!! Sly just wanted to be free today!!"

"Shut it, you idiot!" Zane hissed as Sly proceeded to whimper.

Bret suddenly started smiling stupidly, "You two are like Tobi and Pein from Naruto!"

Both Riddles turned to her, "Shut up!!"


After class Gin asked if he could speak to a certain group 13, "I'm afraid that you three will not get along…

"Then change the groups!" Zane growled. "Preferably, keeping me away from these two!"

Gin looked curiously at Zane, "Even Sly? But she's your sister…"

"That's the reason I want away from her…"

"But Sly is a good girl!!"

"You also forgot your medication!" Zane snapped.

Sly flinched, "Sly is sorry!!"

Gin decided that then was a good time to end this, "I'm not changing the groups, I just wanted to tell you three, to pass this class…you have to work together."

Zane raised an eye brow, "What do you mean 'pass this class', don't you mean pass this project?"

"No, you three will be partners all year."

The group just looked at the teacher in silence. "What does your headband mean??" Bret broke the silence.


From his office, Dumbledore could swear he heard a faint "Shut the fuck up!!"

Dumbledore could only sigh, wondering what this year would bring.


"Did you see that giant fucking Venus Fly Trap?!" Sly screamed as the girls walked down the hallway, heading to the Grand Hall for dinner.

Zane shivered, wiping the rest of the green goo, that had been sticking to her since Herbology, off. "Eww…I need a shower…I feel so contaminated…"

The Riddles wandered over to an empty spot at the Slytherin table. As soon as they sat down, all the Slytherins around them gave them quizzical looks. "I know you two are only first-years, but you do know this is the Slytherin table…right?" A random Slytherin snapped.

Sly looked over at the older wizard, "There are no rules stating that we cannot sit here, and don't tell me otherwise because I have read all the rules. This is a table. Nothing more, it doesn't matter what house prefers to sit here…anyone else can, too."

A black haired wizard with teeth that desperately needed braces looked at the girls. "What blood are you two?"

Zane leaned back slightly to get a good look at him, "Riddle me this first…are you a vampire, out for virgin blood…or did you rip your braces off those horrid teeth when you tried to open a bottle?"

"What did you just say? You must be a mud blood…" Scoffed the Slytherin.

"I'm sorry…because my blood is made of blood…not mud…you must be mistaken. We are the sort of people you would go after, Vamp, unless you are into mud…you'll have to find that somewhere else." Zane smiled.

"Typical, ignorant first years…" The Slytherin hissed.

Zane suddenly smirked, "Oh!! You said ignorant!! And used it in the right context!! Good boy!! That deserves a treat!" And with that, she picked a grape, and threw it at the Slytherin, who looked quite pissed that he just had someone throw a grape at him. "You retarded pet!! You're supposed to catch the grape!! Catch it! Or are physical movements too complicated for your mind to comprehend??"

"I think it might be both…" Sly laughed.

Zane sighed and shook her head, "Well, I would rather not be in the presence of imbeciles…c'mon Sly, let us find suitable and less barbaric company." With that said, Zane stood, with Sly at her heals, and left the table, never noticing how the black haired boy was looking at her body. (cough ass cough)

We are sorry to all the Christians or any other religions that we might have insulted (like Satanists….) we have nothing against you people...it was just funny!!