A/N: Hey everyone! How was your week? Good I hope! Thank you to all those who reviewed, they really mean a lot to me. So I discovered they have this new crossover option so I've added Winter's Wind to it. Seriously, I'm that person that just clicks the anime button and ignores like everything else so it took me a while to notice Anyway, I'm going to make Toshiro and Neville friends! Luna will come back in soon as well.
LONGEST CHAPTER EVER!
Toshiro sighed and quickly averted his gaze from yet another student who seemed to have taken up the recently popular pass time of staring at him. News of the Boggart incident had spread in record time throughout the school and ever since.
As for the Boggart he'd already moved on from the entire thing. He'd learned a long time ago that it was best not to dwell on such trivial things. He'd decided instead to focus on getting settled within the school.
He'd immediately come a conclusion: he hated, no loathed Gryffindor.
Never before had he met so many loud, irritating, obnoxious people. And there were just so many of them. Ravenclaw had been peaceful; there had been quiet laughter and calm conversation so as not to disturb those who were studying or reading.
In the Gryffindor common room it was as loud as one of Matsumoto's parties. Between the noise and the disgusting heat the room was almost unbearable.
No matter how many windows he opened the room was always sweltering. He'd taken to dousing the fire when no one was looking only to turn away for a moment and look back to find it alight again.
He could practically smell the heat and it made his head ache with every beat of his heart. His ears felt as if they were burning and he felt all together sick.
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He yawned as he made his way down to Care of Magical Creatures. The heat of his dorm room had kept him up rather late and his body was still feeling the Dementor's drain.
The class found Hagrid at the edge of the forbidden forest with several large creatures that seemed to be crosses betweens eagle and horses.
Once everyone had gathered the lesson began. "This here is a Hippogriff," Hagrid stated as he gestured to the closest and finest looking of the odd animals. Everyone stared at the raw meat the giant man had strewn over his shoulder and then at the large creature.
"Now, they're very proud things. 'Real easy to insult one. And believe me, you don't want to insult a Hippogriff, it might be the last thing you do."
Everyone took an involuntary step back.
"Because they're so proud before you go up to one, you've got ta' bow. Once you have, wait for it to bow back and then you can go up and pet it if it'll let ya."
"Uh...Professor," asked a hesitant Gryffindor "What if it doesn't bow back?"
Hagrid frowned as eh pulled at his bristly beard, "Well...I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
Several Slytherins started muttering furiously and one blonde in particular looked disgusted. Hitsugaya had seen him in several other classes before, often tormenting Harry or one of his friends.
For a moment the name escaped him. Milroy...McCoy...well it was something along those lines.
"Now! Who wants to try first?"
Everyone took another step back except for Potter who seemed to have been distracted by McCoy and Hitsugaya couldn't help but smirk. "Ah, Harry! Well come on up."
The scarred boy paled but stepped towards the beast and bowed deeply. Everyone waited with baited breathe as the Hippogriff stomped restlessly before returning the bow. The Gryffindors clapped while the Slytherins sneered and Toshiro watched with mild interest.
Potter hesitantly reached forward to pet the creature and slid his hand across the soft looking feathers. The bird nipped affectionately at his cloak and Harry smiled as he pulled the black fabric away.
Hagrid suddenly snatched him up and threw him on the back of the creature.
"Hagrid! What are you do—
Potter's question was cut off with a yell as Hagrid slapped the creature's rear and it went off soaring into the air. The small white haired taicho watched as Potter went flying off wishing that he too could go off up into the clouds.
The Gryffindors clapped when the Hippogriff returned and Harry climbed off of the creature. "Alright everyone," Hagrid called for attention "You can all take turns practicing. Remember to bow and if you get into trouble call me over."
Toshiro noticed a Hippogriff slightly off to the side away from the main group and quietly advanced towards it. Unlike the one Harry had ridden on this one was mostly black instead of brown with white and grey.
When he was within two meters the animal snapped its attention to him and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. When he went to bow Hitsugaya was caught off guard as the Hippogriff beat him to it.
He reached out a hand to pet the creature and it instantly shied away and retreated into the tree line. It might have respected him, but it sure as hell didn't like him. It seemed Ran would forever remain the one animal that showed him any affection.
Seeing as there was nothing more for him to do Toshiro sighed as he strode over to one of the large trees and sat down, leaning against the trunk. He relaxed slightly as he was engulfed in the coolness of the shade and allowed his eyes to slip shut.
A gust of wind blew across the grounds ruffling his white locks and carrying with it the smell of autumn. He could hear the other students chattering about meaningless things and it all soon turned into a buzzing noise making the words indistinguishable.
The school grounds were beautiful and he often found himself staring out of the classroom windows to catch a glimpse of them. He'd thought about trekking into the forest one night to see what exactly made it forbidden but he hadn't gotten a chance as of yet.
Everyone seemed to be watching his every move so it would be better if he waited.
The sound of a snapping twig to his right ripped him from his thoughts and he was up in a flash, hissing as a sharp piece of bark sliced through the skin along his wrist and arm.
His teal eyes scanned the area until they fell upon a rather ugly creature. It seemed to be some type of horse but its skin looked to be almost decaying in areas and it was stretched thinly over its protruding bones. It almost resembled a hollow in some ways.
Soon three more appeared through the trees and began grazing in the long grass, one even sat down a few feet from him.
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Harry had watched as Hitsugaya separated himself from the class and traveled off to the edge of the forest before sitting down.
"I like him."
Harry turned to find Neville who had clearly noticed his staring.
"He's kind of quiet, but he's really nice."
Ron snorted as he made his way over having given up on trying to approach his Hippogriff, "You've got to be kidding. That bloke just thinks he's too good to talk to anyone. Thinks he's special or something."
Neville frowned, "I think he's just shy. Once you talk to him you might like him."
"At least someone finally gets what I've been trying to say," Hermione huffed as she approached with her heavy cloak thrown over her arm "Toshiro's a perfectly nice person." Ron rolled his eyes while Harry just grunted in response. He couldn't help but notice that Hagrid too, but was blatantly staring at the new transfer student.
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Hagrid watched as the Thestrals started appearing from within the Forbidden Forest.
The horses seemed to be drawn towards Toshiro for whatever reason as four, and then five had appeared and were either grazing or lying near him.
The small boy seemed to be watching them as he wrapped his wrist in the sleeve of his cloak. The half giant had noticed something...off about the boy the first time he's met him on the boat.
Dumbledore had apparently noticed something as well because he had purposely switched him from Ravenclaw to Gryffindor so Professor McGonagall could keep an eye on him.
There was something about his oddly coloured eye. They carried a weight to them, a wiseness that should have been beyond the grasp of a mere thirteen year old.
He couldn't help but notice that Toshiro had seemed a bit happier in Ravenclaw too, not so emotionless. He had made fast friends with the weird Lovegood girl. Well maybe not friends but if he had spoken at all it had only been to her.
The Professor was pulled from his thoughts by a pained scream.
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Toshiro looked away from his injured arm as he heard a scream. He made his way over to where the students were crowding.
"It's killed me! Oh God it's killed me!"
McCoy was sprawled across the ground clutching at his arm that held a small gash as Hagrid tried to settle the Hippogriff that had attacked him. The Slytherins were all yelling about how the creature should be put down.
As the creature calmed down McCoy was still screeching something about his father hearing about the incident.
"Hagrid you've got to take him to the hospital wing," a paled faced Hermione said as she looked down at the blonde. The giant Professor nodded before picking up the teen and dashing off towards the castle at full speed.
As everyone stared after him Hitsugaya began making his way up to the castle seeing as class was clearly over. Soon everyone followed suit and Neville raced to his side. The Shinigami gave him a small smile, "It was an interesting lesson."
The other boy nodded, "Yeah, but I just hope Hagrid doesn't get in trouble because of what happened to Malfoy."
Ah. So apparently his name wasn't McCoy after all.
"So, uh I meant to ask you about where you're from." Toshiro looked back at his fellow Gryffindor who had begun to trail behind, "My family's traveled for most of my life because of my father's work so I'm not from a specific place really. But I was born in Japan."
"What about your mother?"
"She...died a long time ago. What about your parents?" Neville looked down, "I live with my Gran actually." Toshiro nodded and the boy looked thankful that the subject wasn't pursued.
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If any class made him feel more sick then the common room it was most definitely the Divination classroom.
The air was thick with the smell of incense and the windows were shut tight as a fire burned in the hearth. The only upside was that for the past two days they'd been drinking tea as part of their lesson.
It wasn't anywhere near as nice as his green tea back in Soul Society but it was good none the less.
Hermione stared intently into his cup as she tried to determine his future. Yesterday they had focused on her tea leaves but today –much to his displeasure- was Hitsugaya's turn.
The bushy haired teen flipped through her text book as she continued to examine the cup, "I can't seem to find anything," she mumbled.
The white haired youth shrugged as he sipped from an extra saucer of tea that he'd grabbed, "Maybe there's nothing to see."
She gave him a withering look, "Why don't you take a look?" He shook his head, "I don't believe in this sort of thing. You may continue if you wish." Hermione huffed before once again flipping through the text again.
"Is there a problem my child?"
They both looked up to find Trelawney staring down at them. Toshiro tried not to choke on his tea as he finally got an up close look at the woman. She resembled a giant bee with her huge classes and many bangles.
"Professor I can't seem to find any symbols in Toshiro's tea leaves." Hitsugaya sighed but otherwise let it go; everyone seemed dead set on calling him by his first name and he'd been damned if he let himself be driven insane by it.
"Well, you must be doing it wrong." Hermione rolled her eyes as the older woman snatched the cup from her hands and stared intently into it.
Seconds turned to minutes and the Professor turned the cup this way and that, holding it up into the light before bringing it closer to her face. The small taicho poured himself some more tea as he waited for her to speak.
When she finally set the cup down quietly he looked up, "Nothing to see?" She glared down at him as she fiddled with one of her many scarves, "You must have done it wrong."
He scoffed, "And how exactly does one drink tea incorrectly?" Hermione tried to hide the smile that slid across her face as Trelawney huffed and stocked away. Hitsugaya shook his head as he contently drank the hot liquid.
The class continued to progress around him and he wasn't aware he'd missed anything until there was a collective gasp. He set aside his cup and listened as Dean Thomas, one of his roommates, told the eerily quiet class of the Grim.
Apparently Potter's cup was foretelling his death. He couldn't help but roll his eyes. He'd seen many odd deaths in his time as a Shinigami but no one had ever been killed by future predicting tea leaves.
These people had no common sense what so ever. The rest of the period consisted of people giving Potter nervous glances while the glasses wearing teen stared down at the table where he was seated.
Believe it or not Toshiro was quite disappointed when the class finally came to an end. He'd just been starting on his third cup of tea and had had to leave it behind.
It was quite refreshing to have everyone staring at Potter instead of him but from what he'd heard that was the norm for Hogwarts. He had been meaning to ask someone as to why exactly Potter was famous. The only thing he really knew about the teen was that he had some sort of link to Sirius Black. All in all it seemed it would be beneficial to get some information on him.
Everyone made their way down to the Transfiguration classroom in relative silence before slipping into the room. McGonagall watched them from behind their desk as they filed in and took their seats. Hitsugaya wound up sitting next to a rather shy boy Neville....Neville Longbottom was his name.
He couldn't help but pity him slightly for being stuck with a name like that.
Toshiro watch uninterested as McGonagall turned into a cat; it was nothing new. Shihoin-san had done it hundreds of years ago. When she returned to her natural form the stern woman frowned, "Is something the matter with you all? Not to sound full of myself but normally the students at least applaud."
When no one answered she sighed, "You all just came from Divination did you not?" Several students nodded. "So tell me, who's dying this time?" Everyone looked pointedly at Harry.
McGonagall smiled slightly, "You have nothing to fear Potter. Every year Professor Trelawney predicts that one of her students is going to die. I have yet to one of her predictions come true."
The atmosphere instantly became lighter and whispers broke out through the class.
"Alright now, copy the note of the board."
People pulled out their quills and parchment and began writing. As he neatly went about copying the words off of the board Toshiro couldn't help but notice the way McGonagall was staring at him. She'd taken to watching his every step as of late. He could feel her eyes burning into him whenever he was in her presence.
Because of this he'd taken to going for walks around the grounds during meal times. It wasn't like he had much to do in there. He'd grab a few scraps from Ran and leave before anyone could bother him. The small kitten had taken to Hogwarts like a fish to water.
He'd disappear out into the hallways for hours at a time and reappear when it suited him. Surprisingly enough there had been no incidents involving shredded clothing, destroyed furniture, or broken bones.
Ran seemed to be the one animal that could actually stand him. It might have been because he fed him bits of bacon every morning, but he liked to think otherwise. Every night the kitten would crawl into bed with him and still be there in the morning.
Toshiro set aside his quill as he finished writing the note and wiped his hand off on his robes. How he longed for a brush, quills were just too impractical. He looked up to meet McGonagall's gaze and couldn't help but smirk when she quickly looked away.
The Professor seemed to take up the habit of walking through the rows of desks and checking on each student, particularly Hitsugaya. She wouldn't ask if he needed assistance or even comment. She'd simply stare before moving onto the next student.
The pattern was finally broken when the woman had given a startled gasp and he slid his gaze to her to find her looking stricken, "Is there something wrong Professor?"
She motioned for him to get up as she quickly made her way up to her desk at the front of the room. Everyone's eyes followed them as McGonagall went about furiously writing a note on a small piece of parchment before neatly folding it and handing it to the white haired student, "Gather your books and bring this to Madam Pomfrey."
The other students started whispering while Toshiro gave her a curious look, "Is there any particular reason why you're sending me?"
The stern woman grimaced, "I think we both know the reason Mr. Hitsugaya. Now off with you."
He sighed before nodding and gathering his books. He left with the note in hand and made his way to the hospital wing. The only reason he even knew where it was located was because half of the members of the Slytherin house had been gathered outside it after the McCoy— no. Malfoy, incident.
Not really caring whether he was supposed to read the letter or not he unfolded the piece of parchment-it seemed in her haste; McGonagall had forgotten to seal it in any way- to see why exactly he was being sent to the nurse.
Poppy,
The boy has hurt himself; if you look at his wrist you'll see he's sliced the skin quite deeply.
I fear maybe switching him from Ravenclaw to Gryffindor may have been too much for him to handle on top of his being sent away from his family and being new to this country...then with the incident that Remus told us about.
We already know he hasn't been eating. Please give him something to make sure he doesn't get any farther with this and keep a close eye on his behavior, we can't have him getting seriously hurt.
Minerva.
Toshiro reread the letter a second time through almost laughing as he did.
How ironic, she thought the dead boy was trying to kill himself.
She'd probably go and tell everyone about how he was 'depressed' and then everyone would be watching his every move, more so then they already were. His job had just gotten a little harder.
Hitsugaya grumbled as he made his way to the hospital wing knowing McGonagall would find out if he didn't go. He growled; troublesome woman.
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As Toshiro slipped into the hospital wing he noticed that Malfoy had already been discharged seeing as he wasn't there.
Madam Pomfrey was busy cleaning up one of the beds when he cleared his throat to get her attention. She looked up from her work, "May I help you dear?"
He nodded as he strode forward and handed her McGonagall's note. As she read it her face paled, "Oh— oh my."
He shook his head, "I've read the note and there seems to have been a misundersta—
Pomfrey grabbed his arm causing him to drop his books and pulled back his sleeve to reveal the long cut. When he actually looked at it in the light he could understand why McGonagall had thought what she had. The wound stretched from the base of his wrist midway to his elbow. Luckily while it had bled quite a bit, it hadn't been deep enough to do any major damage. "During class—
"You did this during class," she asked incredulously as she pulled him along and shoved him down onto one of the beds.
"Well yes, I was—
"And your Professor didn't say anything?! Whose class were you in," she asked eyeing him as she pulled out her wand.
"Look," he growled frustratedly as the temperature began to drop. "It's fine. It's healing well on its own and I didn't do it purposely."
The woman glared at him before her gaze softened, "Dear, it's alright. We all know this is a difficult time for you, no one blames you for this."
He tried to interrupt her but she continued, "If you ever need to talk you can come to me," she finished as she waved her wand and his skin began to knit together, "If you ever feel the need to do this again just come to me and I can help."
Toshiro growled, "I didn't mean to do this!"
She smiled kindly as she gently took his hand and said as if she was speaking to a four year old, "I know you didn't mean for this to happen dear. Things just got out of hand. The important thing is that this doesn't happen again."
The white haired taicho stared at her before nodding. Sure, if it made her shut up and got him out of there. Smile and nod; wasn't that what they said? He wasn't going to smile, grimace maybe but he'd let her think he got the message.
She handed him a cup filled with a questionable looking liquid, "It will help keep you calm." Screw with my mind you mean, he thought as he eyed the potion. She looked at him expectantly before the doors slammed open and a student with antlers came tumbling in.
The nurse frowned as she strode over to the funny looking boy. Toshiro quickly took the potion and dumped it into a near by potted plant. He grabbed up his books and rushed out before she could stop him.
Instead of going back to Transfiguration he decided to head down to take a walk for a while out in the grounds.
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Ever since Hitsugaya had left McGonagall had seemed distracted and Harry was curious as to why.
Everyone was whispering as they all told each other of their theories but one Hufflepuff said that he knew exactly why the boy had been sent away. Apparently he'd seem what the Professor had been looking at and it had been a long cut on Hitsugaya's wrist and McGonagall must have thought he had been cutting himself.
Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. The kid might have been quiet and even emotionless but he didn't seem the type to get depressed.
Hermione still seemed rather worried because even if he hadn't done it on purpose, he'd still been hurt. He sighed when he'd finally heard enough of her and Ron arguing over Hitsugaya, "Look, I think I saw him trying to stop his wrist from bleeding in Care of Magical Creatures. He had wrapped his cloak around it. He didn't have a knife or blade or anything. It was probably an accident."
Ron and the bushy haired girl both nodded as the bell rang through the school signaling the start of lunch. "You know," the red head stared as he gathered his books "I mean...he never eats. And he's really skinny as is."
Harry smirked, "Worried about the transfer student now are we?" Ron snorted, "As if. I'm just saying. Makes me wonder what's going through his head."
Harry nodded, "Yeah I know what you mean. But, I've been thinking and...well if Neville likes him he can't be all that bad can?" Ron looked at him disbelievingly. "Well maybe we just got off on the wrong foot!"
His freckled friend looked down as he pursed his lips, "I dunno mate...maybe." Hermione smiled as she clapped her hands together having slipped her books into her bag, "Oh I know you'll just love him! Okay, maybe not love but you'll see he's actually quite nice."
Ron snorted but didn't say anything.
When they arrived in the Great Hall they all tried to spot Toshiro but they couldn't find the short boy. "I wonder where he is," Hermione muttered. Ron shrugged, "Well if he never eats then what's the point in coming to lunch? Must be boring...you know mum used to tell me about people like him."
Harry quirked an eyebrow, "You mean the whole 'jinx' thing?"
His friend shook his head, "No, about people who never eat. They can get really sick you know. Like, eventually die sick. I just wonder if the little weirdo knows what he's doing."
Hermione gave him a withering glare before sighing, "Well, he's been here for a few days and I haven't seen him eat anything, I don't think anyone has but that doesn't mean he isn't eating."
Ron sighed, "Actually I think that's exactly what it means 'Mione. Hell, I thought you were the smart one." She rolled her eyes, "Maybe English food just doesn't suit him. He could actually have something stored away in his room...or maybe he knows where the kitchens are and he makes himself something. If he hadn't eaten anything in this long he'd look a lot worse then he does now."
Harry nodded, "That makes sense. Maybe that's where he is now," he said as he looked around the hall once again.
As they sat down Hermione looked somber, "I hope everything works out with Hagrid and Buckbeak. Knowing Malfoy he's not going to just let this go." Both of the boys nodded as they filled their plates.
"Sweptd djgit," Ron said past a mouth full or potato. Harry nodded as if he knew what he friend was saying as he cut into his chicken.
Hitsugaya only appeared at the end of lunch to grab several small scraps of meat the Harry knew were for the little kitten that was probably waiting back in the common room.
Hermione noticed, him watching the retreating back of the transfer, "Well there's always later. No one says we have to make friends with him today." The glasses wearing teen nodded as he drank the last of his pumpkin juice and stood, "We'd better go get our books. Snape doesn't like it when we're late."
Ron nodded grudgingly and he and Hermione followed him out of the hall.
"I guess we can talk to him after class," Harry said as they continued down the hall. Ron was about to reply when they heard voices coming from an adjacent hall.
–found them," said the voice of McGonagall.
"Where were they?"
Hermione frowned and whispered, "Isn't that professor Snape?"
Harry and Ron nodded as they crept to the entrance of the hall.
"They were hiding in an abandoned classroom in the west side of the castle."
They voices were beginning to fade as they moved away from where the trio of friends was standing
–scared—decided."
"Has—wondering—
Harry furrowed his brow, "I wonder what they were talking about? Who was hiding?"
Hermione shrugged as she continued down the hall, "I have no idea but we can talk about that later, if we don't hurry we're going to be late."
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As he descended the stairs the temperature began to drop and Toshiro could feel his spirits lifting.
Snape, despite what most students said, was actually one of his favourite teachers. Sure, the man had a sharp tongue and at times he stepped over the line, but he was an intelligent man.
He knew his field inside and out and valued silence and discipline above all. The slightly greasy professor had yet to try and antagonize him and while it might have been because of something Dumbledore said, it seemed more likely that if you actually did your work and gave him the proper respect, he would stay out of your way.
Naturally this meant that he and the majority of the Gryffindor population were sworn enemies.
When he arrived, both Slytherins and Gryffindors were waiting outside of the classroom door chatting with their friends. Neville noticed him and slowly made his way through the mob of students towards him, "What happened? You never came back to Transfiguration and there are all these...rumours going around."
Toshiro shrugged, "It was all a misunderstanding. I've sorted it out." The tall boy nodded and smiled, "I'm glad. I told everyone there was no way you would actually hurt yourself."
The Shinigami gave a small 'hn' but otherwise didn't comment. Gossip around the school traveled even faster then the gossip back in Soul Society.
He could hear Harry going on with several boys about an upcoming quidditch game. Hitsugaya didn't know much about the game other then what he'd heard from others talking about it in class or in the common room. Apparently it involved broomsticks and flying balls that tried to hit you or something along those lines.
It didn't sound at all appealing.
He broke off from his conversation with Neville as the classroom door swung open and students began filing in. Snape was sitting behind his desk sneering at them as they took their seats,
"Follow the instructions on the board. Longbottom, try not to blow yourself or Mr. Hitsugaya up. Although maybe that's why he sits beside you, he has a death wish."
Toshiro glared but otherwise left the man alone and started pulling out his supplies. He was just about to correct the way Neville was cutting his roots when there was a knock at the door.
Everyone turned around to find McGonagall walking into the room, "Severus I'd like to borrow Mr. Hitsugaya if I could. Professor Dumbledore wishes to speak with him."
Snape rolled his eyes, "It seems you have a habit of disrupting my class Hitsugaya. See that it doesn't happen again."
Toshiro nodded as he stood and gathered his things before saying a quiet goodbye to Neville. "Actually Severus," the Deputy Headmistress spoke up "You're also supposed to accompany me to his office."
Snape narrowed his eyes before he nodded in understanding, "If any of you step out of line I'll know and it'll be a week's detention," he said ominously as he eyed the class before giving Toshiro a shove, silently telling him to get going.
The trip to the headmaster's office was a silent one but tension filled the air. Toshiro ignored it and continued in graceful strides behind McGonagall with Snape following behind.
But through the tension he could feel the waves of confusion and curiosity rolling off of the two professors which meant they were in the dark as to why they were being called by Dumbledore just like he was.
Snape spoke the password and the gargoyle let them pass up onto the revolving staircase. Dumbledore called for them to come in before anyone had the chance to knock so they silently slipped into the room.
The headmaster was sitting behind his desk and smiled kindly while he eyed Hitsugaya. But the taicho could see something lurking in those blue depths. It made his skin tingle and he longed to have Hyorinmaru in his hand.
"I'm sorry to pull you out of class like this again Toshiro." The white haired student nodded but otherwise didn't respond. "Why don't you take a seat," the older man asked as he gestured towards the chair situated in front of his desk. Hitsugaya hesitantly sat down; at the moment he wanted to be as far away from the man as possible, not closer.
"You see as I said at our last meeting I received an interesting letter from one of the shop keepers in Diagon Alley, Mr. Olivander to be precise. Because of what he told me I was wary of you," he admitted as he set his elbows on the desk and intertwined his fingers
"But I decided to look further in matters before taking action."
Toshiro sat stiffly as he waited for him to continue. McGonagall had drifted to the side of the desk and was standing just within his line of vision while Snape remained at the back of the room.
"Do you know much about Hogwarts Toshiro," Dumbledore asked innocently. The Shinigami shook his head, "I don't know much I'll admit."
The headmaster nodded as he sat back in his high backed chair, "Well you see we have ghosts who live in the castle with us. They've been here for centuries."
Toshiro frowned...he couldn't recall—
"Ah yes, but I'm sure you've noticed since you've arrived that there have been no ghosts in sight."
McGonagall looked narrow eyed at the man as he continued, "You see they've been missing since the beginning of the term," the headmaster exclaimed
"Now, I'm sure you can imagine we were all quite worried including many of the students. It was actually just today that we found them hidden away in an abandoned classroom."
Hitsugaya glared at the man realizing what he was getting at and slowly rose from his chair.
He heard a swish of robes and knew Snape had drawn his wand and soon McGonagall had pulled hers as well.
Dumbledore smiled in a way that was almost similar to Gin, "The really interesting thing is that when I asked one of them why they had hidden themselves away he said it was to protect themselves. He said a powerful and dangerous adversary had come to Hogwarts, under the guise of a white haired child."
Does anyone get why the tea leaves wouldn't work for Toshiro?
June 7th, 2009 Edit: Hey it was just pointed out to me that Toshiro isn't supposed to be able to drink or eat and yet in this chapter he's drinking tea. Whoops! Heh. I guess when you read the chapters one after another errors like that are more apparent. But anyway....I don't have the heart to cut out the scene...But let us all remember that NO, Hitsugaya cannot eat or drink (for now) in this story! This is as much as a reminder for you all as it is for me.... *laughs sheepishly* So forgetful....
Dear Readers,
You know how he cut his wrist on the bark of the tree? It can happen, I've done it. It hurt like hell and I had to deal with Emo jokes for weeks. My dad was like the only one who really didn't say anything except, "Only you could manage something like that."
For the whole part of how Toshiro reacted to the heat I was going off of personal experience. I do NOT handle heat well at all. My Dad is the crazy guy who turns down the heat and opens the windows during the middle of winter. I've gotten so used to it that I actually start feeling sick if it's too hot, especially in a house or a car. I swear I can actually smell the furnace or heater going. My friends say I'm crazy but I can smell it. I've had to actually leave my friend's houses because of how hot it was but to everyone else it was perfectly fine. It gives me the worst headaches and I feel like I'm going to pass out or throw up and my face and ears feel like they're on fire...I'm better when its like natural summer heat but not much...The whole thing can be kind of annoying. Thanks for reading!
Your's Truly,
ForeverFalling.