~I don't know barely anything about the Brother Hood, so if I have
something wrong, just scold me even though by then I won't be able to
change it. lol~
Pietro sat in his room turning the pages of a comic book speedily. It didn't take him long to read those, or anything else.
It was always quite lonely during the holidays. Even though all but Todd remained in the house during the holiday. It was still lonely.
He got up and in a second was in the living room. Fred and Lance were there. Fred was munching on something and Pietro didn't even try to figure out where he had gotten the food. He zoomed over and next to Lance. "I'mbored whatdoyouwannado?" He asked immediately.
Lance shrugged. "I don't know. There's nothing to do." He replied with a shrug. "We could go back to Hogwarts-"
"No! You guys can't just leave me here. alone." Fred interrupted, abandoning his food for a second to say it.
"Okay, we won't go." Lance muttered.
"Therehastobesomethingtodo!" Pietro complained.
"Well, ever since Todd thoroughly angered the TV guy, all of the channels we get suck." Lance replied, picking up the remote and turning the TV on. "See!" He growled angrily as he flipped frantically through the channels.
"I'mgoingupstairs." Pietro said, noticing that there really wasn't anything to watch. "IguessIcouldactuallydomyhomeworkforonce." He mumbled. He then sped back up the stairs to his room. When he got there, his eyes bulged as he looked at the figure in his room. It was his dad. "Whatdoyouwant?" He asked immediately, regaining his composer almost immediately.
Eric shook his head. It was odd though, he wasn't wearing his usual outfit. It was just nice grey pants and lighter grey shirt with a tie. "It's Christmas, can I not visit my son?" He asked, taking a look around the room. "For someone who could get chores done so quickly, you'd think you'd be able to easily keep this room clean." He continued, picking up a dirty T-shirt and looking at it in disgust.
Pietro then began zooming around his room and after about ten seconds it was clean. "Merry Christmas." He replied dryly.
Eric cocked his head slightly. He then shook his head, obviously not knowing what to say to his son now. "You didn't just come to tell me to clean my room." Pietro pointed out at a normal pace.
"No actually, I didn't." He replied, taking a seat on Pietro's bed.
Pietro looked at him expectantly when he didn't continued. "And?" Pietro questioned.
"I've gotten slight wind of the new school you're going to." He trailed, eyeing his son cautiously.
"Yeah, and?" He asked.
"Is it true," He began, an amused glint in his eye. "that my son has become a wizard?" He asked.
"Yes, it is, why?" Pietro replied.
"How did this happen?" Erick asked, standing back up and stepping closer to his son.
"Rogue." Pietro replied simply.
Erick flinched slightly. It was just the other night when he had ran into her last. He felt a small surge of anger go through him. He had many things he didn't want anyone to know, but now it had all been transferred to her. It rather upset him and it even worried him. He hoped that she hadn't captured any information from him about the plans he was working on to help him in his old age.
"Rogue?" He asked, his current rage seeping through his voice.
Pietro was taken slightly aback by his tone. "Uh, yeah. What's got you?" Pietro asked.
Erick shook his head. "Nothing." He said simply. "How does Rogue have to do with you being a wizard though?" He insisted.
Pietro sighed. He really didn't feel like explaining this to his father, to his boss. "She was actually the only witch. The power that is in me was originally in her, but when she touched me it passed into me." Pietro replied.
A small grin played across Erick's lips. 'Well, this should be interesting. If Pietro got some of her magic when being touched by her then maybe I.' He trailed mid-thought. "So everyone she touches, she actually passes her magic to them?" He asked in interest, the smile broadening slightly.
The smile on his father's face frightened him and he took a few steps back. Why was he smiling like that? 'Ishehopingthatifhetouchedherthenhewouldgetsomeofherpowertoo?!' Figuring that this was the reason, he replied hastily. "No! It'stoolatenow shewon'tpassmagictoanyoneanymore!" Pietro said quickly, even quicker then usual and Erick hadn't been able to follow it.
"What?" He asked.
Pietro shook his head. "It's too late now. She won't pass any of her magic on anymore." He explained, then said cautiously, "Why?"
Erick shook his head. "It's nothing. Anyway, you think you dould show me some of your new tricks?" Eric asked.
"Sure." Pietro replied with a shrug. He hurried to his closet, pulled out his wand from his robes, and was then standing in front of his dad. "Whatdoyouwannasee?" He asked.
Erick laughed. "I know nothing about this, just show me something."
A grin played across Pietro's lip. "Okay, ifyousayso." He replied evilly, and before Erick could shout out to stop him, he was already speaking the word. "Ricktusempra!" (A/N: I don't know how to spell that, and in the movie, it does something different then it does in the movie if you get confused about the next part. *evil grin*)
Erick was then overcome by the feeling of millions of hands tickling him. He fought urges of laughter, pushing them back so that he wouldn't laugh, but this caused him to choke and couldn't breath for a couple of seconds. When he finally could he gasped then laughed, he began to laugh so hard that his eyes were watering. (A/N: Isn't that mental image just TOO hilarious? *sniffles* It's wonderful. lol.) He tried again to hold back the laugh and had to grab his side for it was beginning to hurt.
"Pie-tro! Make-it-stop-!" Erick yelled in gasps through his laughter.
Pietro carelessly said the counter curse and Eric gasped with the relief. He then began to breath hard, for he hadn't gotten that much air.
"Pietro! How dare you?" He growled once he had regained his composure.
"Youaskedmeto!" Pietro defended himself, zooming back and out of harms way. But then again, when around his father, there was no such thing as being out of harms way.
"What is going on up here- oh, uh, Magneto." Lance said, opening the door to Pietro's room. He quickly backed out, noticing how red Magneto's face was. He turned to Fred who had followed him and whispered. "That guy must be angry! His face is beet red!"
"I wanted you to show me something! Not put a spell on me!" Erick growled.
"Okay! Sorry! I was just having a little fun!" Pietro growled, he then threw his wand to Magneto. "If you don't want me to be a wizard, fine, just don't lecture me on Christmas." Pietro growled.
"You misunderstand me!" Erick said quickly, raising his free hand to stop his son from leaving. "I want you to be a wizard! It adds to your power. It could be very useful."
Pietro inwardly groaned. Of course there was a catch; of course he could only stop to see him for something that deals with being more powerful so he can completely take over. He didn't care one bit about his son, only what his son can do for him.
"So you want me to stay in that school?" Pietro questioned, crossing his arms.
"Yes, I do. We can put this magic of yours to use."
"I can't use it outside of Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and this room. I can't even use it in this room during the summer though." Pietro pointed out, tapping his index finger lightly on his elbow.
Erick frowned and pondered for a bit. He then nodded and threw something at Pietro. Pietro caught it, but didn't look at it. "I should be going; that's your Christmas present." He was then flying out the window and was gone.
Pietro looked down into his palm and saw a set of car keys. His heart leapt slightly and he zoomed out of his room and outside to look at the drive way. Behind Lance's beat up and battered jeep was a bright red corvette.
He smiled broadly thinking that this was one of the better presents he had ever gotten, but slowly the smile faded. He wasn't content with it. Not at all. This was suppose to be bribery he guessed. He didn't want anything that was suppose to be a bribe. He lazily hopped into the driver's seat after getting the top up and went for a simple and calm ride, though he knew he could go faster out of it anyway. Speed wasn't what he was aiming at.
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talula: Hey, thanks for the idea, I might just use it. I might play with the idea a bit, but it's a good one. Thank you! :D
Sorry everyone! SOOOOO sorry. I've been SO busy this weekend. I was lucky to have even gotten a chance to check my E-mail. Please forgive me. I will try to update my other stories soon too. But they will have to wait for a bit. I'm going out (I think) To see Pirates of the Carribean and then hopefully The League of something Gentlemen. lol. :D Sorry for not getting the title right. Oh well. :D
^Crysala^
Pietro sat in his room turning the pages of a comic book speedily. It didn't take him long to read those, or anything else.
It was always quite lonely during the holidays. Even though all but Todd remained in the house during the holiday. It was still lonely.
He got up and in a second was in the living room. Fred and Lance were there. Fred was munching on something and Pietro didn't even try to figure out where he had gotten the food. He zoomed over and next to Lance. "I'mbored whatdoyouwannado?" He asked immediately.
Lance shrugged. "I don't know. There's nothing to do." He replied with a shrug. "We could go back to Hogwarts-"
"No! You guys can't just leave me here. alone." Fred interrupted, abandoning his food for a second to say it.
"Okay, we won't go." Lance muttered.
"Therehastobesomethingtodo!" Pietro complained.
"Well, ever since Todd thoroughly angered the TV guy, all of the channels we get suck." Lance replied, picking up the remote and turning the TV on. "See!" He growled angrily as he flipped frantically through the channels.
"I'mgoingupstairs." Pietro said, noticing that there really wasn't anything to watch. "IguessIcouldactuallydomyhomeworkforonce." He mumbled. He then sped back up the stairs to his room. When he got there, his eyes bulged as he looked at the figure in his room. It was his dad. "Whatdoyouwant?" He asked immediately, regaining his composer almost immediately.
Eric shook his head. It was odd though, he wasn't wearing his usual outfit. It was just nice grey pants and lighter grey shirt with a tie. "It's Christmas, can I not visit my son?" He asked, taking a look around the room. "For someone who could get chores done so quickly, you'd think you'd be able to easily keep this room clean." He continued, picking up a dirty T-shirt and looking at it in disgust.
Pietro then began zooming around his room and after about ten seconds it was clean. "Merry Christmas." He replied dryly.
Eric cocked his head slightly. He then shook his head, obviously not knowing what to say to his son now. "You didn't just come to tell me to clean my room." Pietro pointed out at a normal pace.
"No actually, I didn't." He replied, taking a seat on Pietro's bed.
Pietro looked at him expectantly when he didn't continued. "And?" Pietro questioned.
"I've gotten slight wind of the new school you're going to." He trailed, eyeing his son cautiously.
"Yeah, and?" He asked.
"Is it true," He began, an amused glint in his eye. "that my son has become a wizard?" He asked.
"Yes, it is, why?" Pietro replied.
"How did this happen?" Erick asked, standing back up and stepping closer to his son.
"Rogue." Pietro replied simply.
Erick flinched slightly. It was just the other night when he had ran into her last. He felt a small surge of anger go through him. He had many things he didn't want anyone to know, but now it had all been transferred to her. It rather upset him and it even worried him. He hoped that she hadn't captured any information from him about the plans he was working on to help him in his old age.
"Rogue?" He asked, his current rage seeping through his voice.
Pietro was taken slightly aback by his tone. "Uh, yeah. What's got you?" Pietro asked.
Erick shook his head. "Nothing." He said simply. "How does Rogue have to do with you being a wizard though?" He insisted.
Pietro sighed. He really didn't feel like explaining this to his father, to his boss. "She was actually the only witch. The power that is in me was originally in her, but when she touched me it passed into me." Pietro replied.
A small grin played across Erick's lips. 'Well, this should be interesting. If Pietro got some of her magic when being touched by her then maybe I.' He trailed mid-thought. "So everyone she touches, she actually passes her magic to them?" He asked in interest, the smile broadening slightly.
The smile on his father's face frightened him and he took a few steps back. Why was he smiling like that? 'Ishehopingthatifhetouchedherthenhewouldgetsomeofherpowertoo?!' Figuring that this was the reason, he replied hastily. "No! It'stoolatenow shewon'tpassmagictoanyoneanymore!" Pietro said quickly, even quicker then usual and Erick hadn't been able to follow it.
"What?" He asked.
Pietro shook his head. "It's too late now. She won't pass any of her magic on anymore." He explained, then said cautiously, "Why?"
Erick shook his head. "It's nothing. Anyway, you think you dould show me some of your new tricks?" Eric asked.
"Sure." Pietro replied with a shrug. He hurried to his closet, pulled out his wand from his robes, and was then standing in front of his dad. "Whatdoyouwannasee?" He asked.
Erick laughed. "I know nothing about this, just show me something."
A grin played across Pietro's lip. "Okay, ifyousayso." He replied evilly, and before Erick could shout out to stop him, he was already speaking the word. "Ricktusempra!" (A/N: I don't know how to spell that, and in the movie, it does something different then it does in the movie if you get confused about the next part. *evil grin*)
Erick was then overcome by the feeling of millions of hands tickling him. He fought urges of laughter, pushing them back so that he wouldn't laugh, but this caused him to choke and couldn't breath for a couple of seconds. When he finally could he gasped then laughed, he began to laugh so hard that his eyes were watering. (A/N: Isn't that mental image just TOO hilarious? *sniffles* It's wonderful. lol.) He tried again to hold back the laugh and had to grab his side for it was beginning to hurt.
"Pie-tro! Make-it-stop-!" Erick yelled in gasps through his laughter.
Pietro carelessly said the counter curse and Eric gasped with the relief. He then began to breath hard, for he hadn't gotten that much air.
"Pietro! How dare you?" He growled once he had regained his composure.
"Youaskedmeto!" Pietro defended himself, zooming back and out of harms way. But then again, when around his father, there was no such thing as being out of harms way.
"What is going on up here- oh, uh, Magneto." Lance said, opening the door to Pietro's room. He quickly backed out, noticing how red Magneto's face was. He turned to Fred who had followed him and whispered. "That guy must be angry! His face is beet red!"
"I wanted you to show me something! Not put a spell on me!" Erick growled.
"Okay! Sorry! I was just having a little fun!" Pietro growled, he then threw his wand to Magneto. "If you don't want me to be a wizard, fine, just don't lecture me on Christmas." Pietro growled.
"You misunderstand me!" Erick said quickly, raising his free hand to stop his son from leaving. "I want you to be a wizard! It adds to your power. It could be very useful."
Pietro inwardly groaned. Of course there was a catch; of course he could only stop to see him for something that deals with being more powerful so he can completely take over. He didn't care one bit about his son, only what his son can do for him.
"So you want me to stay in that school?" Pietro questioned, crossing his arms.
"Yes, I do. We can put this magic of yours to use."
"I can't use it outside of Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and this room. I can't even use it in this room during the summer though." Pietro pointed out, tapping his index finger lightly on his elbow.
Erick frowned and pondered for a bit. He then nodded and threw something at Pietro. Pietro caught it, but didn't look at it. "I should be going; that's your Christmas present." He was then flying out the window and was gone.
Pietro looked down into his palm and saw a set of car keys. His heart leapt slightly and he zoomed out of his room and outside to look at the drive way. Behind Lance's beat up and battered jeep was a bright red corvette.
He smiled broadly thinking that this was one of the better presents he had ever gotten, but slowly the smile faded. He wasn't content with it. Not at all. This was suppose to be bribery he guessed. He didn't want anything that was suppose to be a bribe. He lazily hopped into the driver's seat after getting the top up and went for a simple and calm ride, though he knew he could go faster out of it anyway. Speed wasn't what he was aiming at.
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talula: Hey, thanks for the idea, I might just use it. I might play with the idea a bit, but it's a good one. Thank you! :D
Sorry everyone! SOOOOO sorry. I've been SO busy this weekend. I was lucky to have even gotten a chance to check my E-mail. Please forgive me. I will try to update my other stories soon too. But they will have to wait for a bit. I'm going out (I think) To see Pirates of the Carribean and then hopefully The League of something Gentlemen. lol. :D Sorry for not getting the title right. Oh well. :D
^Crysala^
