Alchemy: Tiny Steps
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D/C: I own nothing.
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"English and Edward's accented voice."
"Amestrian, Xingese, foreign languages, or to add emphasis."
Written notes or to add extra emphasize
'Thoughts.'
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"Headmaster Dumbledore… the case will continue to be investigated. We already have a trial date set."
"Are you sure there is enough evidence for this to happen. He is a dangerous crimi-"
"Is this about Harry Potter? Is it?"
"…I am looking after his best interest."
"So am I."
"Are you sure that Sirius Black is the same Sirius Black you once knew?"
"You once knew him as well. We all knew him and betrayed him when we didn't delve deeper into this case in the first place."
"What do you plan to do once he is released?"
"Let's wait to see if he even gets released in the first place."
"Ah yes… his trial is soon, isn't it?"
"Yes."
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Havoc sat by the entrance of the medical room, pulling his coat closer to his body. He had just arrived at Briggs and was beyond annoyed when he saw that Alphonse had left him and the Chimera's behind. Should he be surprised? No. This is the normal behavior of an Elric.
Havoc looked around the room to see that place had Winry's personal touches but still retained it's… Brigg's monotone and militaristic style. Winry and Alphonse were at the far corner of the room, whispering among themselves and catching up on the latest news. He wonders why he was even sent here in the first place though, Havoc guesses it has to do with that list Grumman gave Mustang…
What seemed like a boring and quiet day was quickly interrupted by the oh so family sound metal hitting flesh. Or… a giant wrench hitting someone's head.
"That idiot is what!"
"I'm the messenger! Don't hurt me!"
With no hesitation whatsoever, Havoc slipped out of the room and never looked back.
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Staring contests is a very dangerous game for those in the Magical Community. For if you have even the slightest eye contact with someone then they have an opportunity to prowl around one's mind.
Eye's are the window of one's soul…
Now, if someone attempts to look into one's mind that has seen beyond Truth's door, they would be met with mass resistance and with a huge possibility of meeting Truth itself. Now… that's only on its terms. Never on someone else's terms.
Right now, Dumbledore is having the same amount of difficulty and not, more so from the first moment he first attempted to enter Edward Elric's mind. That same ice fort that seems to grow its defenses with every visit. Oh… every time he assumed he had the upper hand and found a memory, it's nothing he could use.
Why would Dumbledore want to know about Rush Valley?
If anything, the place looks like a death trap and Edward always seems to find himself the center of attention at every corner there.
"What do you want?"
Dumbledore broke out of his thoughts and forced himself to cough into his hand. "My apologies, Mr. Elric… my mind seemed to have wandered off."
"Right…" Edward didn't bother to hide the fact he rolled his eyes at the Headmaster. "Look, my class is going to start within the next hour. What do you want?"
"It has come to my attention you have been helping the Minis-"
"None of your business. She had me sign something and General Useless ordered me to only talk to those authorized."
"…I actually wanted to talk to you about Harry Potter?"
"And? What about him?"
Okay… not the reaction Dumbledore expected, then again Edward is a muggle. So when he tried to explain to the Alchemy Teacher about who and what Harry Potter is for the Magical Community, it fell into deaf ears.
"Again… what about him? I've dealt with a lot of shit in my life and I know people that had a far worse upbringing than him and myself included. If you are so worried about him… stop playing twisted games with everyone, like the one you are playing now. I will not become a pawn for this show of yours and rest assured, this doesn't concern you."
"How do you know if everything you found is not the truth?"
"Again… I am in under no obligation to tell you anything else."
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"Have you done the most recent orders for veritaserum, Severus?"
"You should expect them by nightfall."
"Thank you."
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"I swear… the food she gives me taste off."
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Winry watched Alphonse leave the medical room in a hurry after Miles had announced that General Armstrong would finally see him. She was still fuming over what was exchanged between them. It feels just like back when she had to continuously wait for Edward and Alphonse to return to fully get the story of their travels. Having to wait and be filled with worry.
No clue why Alphonse is at Briggs but knows it has to do with Drachma and it's going to take a while for him to fully get whatever done, done. Said done, has to do with them saving Amestris once more.
Truth…
Turning around towards back to her work, Winry wondered if there would ever be a time her boys will no longer get stuck saving the world. Can they just have some time on their own and be themselves, not worry about anything else.
There goes their record for keeping out of trouble.
To be continued…
R/R.