Fire and Ice 3: Strange Happenings - by Riu-chan!
Riu: And the next installment of this very strange story!
Rash: …I thought you gave up on this.
Riu: Nope! Hiya Di-chan! Thanks for reviewing! Well, maaaaybe, Syb's the villain depends on you view of the thing, but just watch ^_^ Why would Rashy related to Harry? O_o …Although that *is* a good plot idea… Is it the green eyes? I'm trying to write as fast as I can, with Finals and tests around the corner X_X. Arigatou! I'm hoping I can get more people to REVIEW (Hint, hint, nudge, nudge.)
Syb: ^_^ I get to begin the chapter for the first time!
Ral: (sighs) So, what unintentional abnormal things will we find this time around?
Syb: We'll never know until we read it.
Rash: I don't think I want to know, though.
Syb: Sure you do.
Rash: Don't judge me by your standards, idiot.
Syb: Oh, that hurt. Come on, this is the only one she's finished so far.
Riu: At the moment. I'll undoubtedly write more before we finish what we currently have.
Farfie: True, but it won't seem like as much if we get done with this part faster.
Rash: What kind of twisted logic is that?
Farfie: Mine.
Syb: Anyway, here we go!
Sybarite was walking back to his room, when faint yet annoying laughter and a pile of water balloons assaulted the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The drenched and annoyed Syb looked up. A ghost was holding his stomach and laughing, holding a multitude of balloons ready for throwing. Sybarite's eyes narrowed as the poltergeist let off another barrage of horrid missiles.
"Miss Mettallium?!"
Hermione stopped in her tracks as she saw that their new teacher had calmly wrapped up Peeves in a painful looking strand of wire, dripping wet.
Sybarite smiled calmly, as if she wasn't holding a terrified and rather battered poltergeist in her slim hands. "Hello Hermione. How nice to se you again. I hope you are all right. I heard from one of your friends that you were sick with a cold…" her beautiful face contorted with worry, compassion clouding her perfect face. "I hope you did not receive the cold from showing me around…"
Hermione shook her head. "Don't worry, I'm usually out at the library, or up late studying; it was probably a combination of the two."
Sybarite closed her eyes and sighed in relief, her delicate face smiling serenely with her eyes closed. "I'm much relieved!"
Hermione heard the pathetic whimpering that Peeves had been reduced to, and her disbelief -temporarily suspended- returned. "Mi- Miss Mettallium? Why is Peeves wrapped up like that?"
Sybarite smiled, her closed eyes somehow making the woman seem more ghostly than the poltergeist. "Maa, it's nothing to worry about Hermione. This little ghost had been making an annoyance of himself, but now he's repented." Sybarite tightened the wire slightly, while Peeves could only manage to nod and look terrified of his fragile captor. "See? Now run along Peeves." The silver-violet haired teacher smiled and pulled back her wire, which she tucked away in some place Hermione couldn't see. The poltergeist shot one last terrified look at Sybarite, then fled for his non-existent life.
Hermione swallowed heavily and cast a slightly distrustful look at Sybarite. What she really wanted to do was run and tell someone about this, but as the silver beauty seemed to bear to ill will toward her, she merely forced a smile on her face. Who was Sybarite Mettallium to capture and punish Peeves?! He was already dead, what could possibly harm him?
Sybarite's eyes widened in astonishment, as if he had been hit with an epiphany. "How stupid of me! Hermione! You shouldn't be about with a cold! I insist you return to your dorm before you die of it!"
Hermione waved a hand. "Don't worry Miss Mettallium, I'm going to Madam Pomfrey's right now to receive a potion for it." Then she laughed. "I guess even magic couldn't cure the common cold!"
Sybarite smiled again in relief, tucking back a wisp of drenched hair. "Dewa, I hope you recover soon Hermione. I'm afraid that I must go and change; I'm afraid Filch would not appreciate me dripping all over the castle."
With that parting remark, the silvery Defense against the Dark Arts teacher turned around on of the many corners in Hogwarts halls, and disappeared.
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Harry and Ron looked on in amazement/slightly perturbed wonder as Rashart was STILL eating -if shoveling down food like that could be called eating- breakfast, some thirty minutes after they had already finished. How could someone so thin eat that much? Were did it all go? It had to go somewhere! It just didn't make sense! It was like the food just disappeared in to thin air!
Whilst Harry and Ron were standing there, err, sitting there actually, but who wants to know about the technicalities? Anyways… while Rashart was playing feeding time at the zoo, and those numerous and rather similar thoughts were running through Ron and Harry's heads, -OOOO! They have the same brilliant thought patterns!- Rashy was doing a little plotting of his own.
It better not be that fruitcake that's the new teacher. The longhaired boy thought slightly gloomily. If he is here… I think I'll commit seppuku. Or run far, far, FAR away were no one in the immediate vicinity has silver hair.
Rashart screamed as something small, silver, and extremely fast collided in to him. The impact knocked him over his chair, where he sat sprawled, trying to catch his wind back and not doing a very good job of it either. Rashart looked at the thing.
It was small, about 10-12 inches long at the most, not counting the hair, which was -shudder- a silvery-purple, long and twined in four braids, each braid writhing in the air as if it possessed a mind of it's own. The thing was small in proportions, rather like a doll, actually, with small limbs clad in some kind of weird clothing that looked as it was from several centuries ago, Chinese style maybe.
Apparently unconscious, the thing moaned something incomprehensible and proceeded to drown in Rashy's cereal, muttering something about stupid angels.
Rashart stared at the thing and sweatdropped, then poked it with a handy little chopstick he happened to have around. A pair of golden claws whipped out of the milk filled bowl and sliced the metal sticks in half. Rash stared once more as the chopstick half fell to the table. A moment's silence passed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH THAT THING IN THE CEREAL'S ALIVE!!" Rashart yelled, flinging the bowl across the room, were it landed… on Draco Malfoy's head.
Rashart, who had yelled simply for the sake of yelling and was over his little fit now (Yes, we're still trying to determine Rashy's state of mentality), calmly looked at the Slytherin -who happened to have bits of frosted flakes oozing down his face which made him quite a spectacle- and burst out laughing.
As if the shock was broken by the red head's outburst, the entire assembly -Slytherins exempt- roared in to laughter. This was followed by more Havoc as the thing that landed in Rashy's breakfast flew straight up, still with the bowl, and leaving Draco covered with cereal.
As if that wasn't enough, the braided chibi (Chibi: Think Mini-Me, only TONS cuter, like doll size. And with hair) growled angrily and started floating over back to Rash. The green eyed, flame haired one did the obvious of one who is confronted with a cereal dripping Chibi. He ran.
To Rashart's credit (Or not) he didn't scream as he ran, but opted for laughing like a maniac while being chased around the huge room.
Harry stared at the two, who were shortly followed by Draco, looking for revenge, then Crabbe and Goyle who were running simply because Draco was. This, as you can imagine, made a more than slightly hilarious sight.
"… Is it just me, or has the whole world gone insane?" Harry asked Ron, or perhaps no one in particular.
Ron was too busy laughing to care.
"I think it's just you"
The new voice belonged to a wine haired bewinged Chibi finishing off what had been Rashart's donut.
Harry stared. Another one? "Who are you?"
"'M name's Vocal, an the moron runnin 'round with Rashy over there would be Kataluna. At yer service" Vocal replied, nodding his head a bit as he indicated the cereal covered floating chibi to Harry. Vocal snickered a bit as Rashart tripped over something or other and fell, resulting in a crash of Chibi, Slytherin, and one red headed Gryffindor.
Harry smiled amicably at the slightly saner-seeming thing. "Uh, if you don't mind my asking, what exactly *are* you two?"
Vocal smirked. "We're in service of the Dark Lord Chaos Dragon Garv" he said with a bit of a mocking tone in his voice that said exactly what he thought of Garv. "An we're the Guardians that are supposed ta be keepin Rashy over there outa trouble."
Harry would have sweatdropped, but he wasn't an Anime based character, and so the term sweatdropping was specially unfamiliar to him. "Guardians…?"
Vocal shrugged "Trust me, I didn't pick the term."
"Okay…"
Syb: Well, here it is. The last part.
Farf: At the moment.
Syb: Let's just work with what we have.
Ral: Which is precisely what we're doing.
Rash: Anyway, I'm just thrilled and excited to learn what happens next.
Farf: Because nothing happened in the last part?
Rash: I was being sarcastic.
Riu: Aren't you always? Hey, then maybe you're being sarcastic when you say you want this to be over with!
Rash: o_O NO!
Riu: And the next installment of this very strange story!
Rash: …I thought you gave up on this.
Riu: Nope! Hiya Di-chan! Thanks for reviewing! Well, maaaaybe, Syb's the villain depends on you view of the thing, but just watch ^_^ Why would Rashy related to Harry? O_o …Although that *is* a good plot idea… Is it the green eyes? I'm trying to write as fast as I can, with Finals and tests around the corner X_X. Arigatou! I'm hoping I can get more people to REVIEW (Hint, hint, nudge, nudge.)
Syb: ^_^ I get to begin the chapter for the first time!
Ral: (sighs) So, what unintentional abnormal things will we find this time around?
Syb: We'll never know until we read it.
Rash: I don't think I want to know, though.
Syb: Sure you do.
Rash: Don't judge me by your standards, idiot.
Syb: Oh, that hurt. Come on, this is the only one she's finished so far.
Riu: At the moment. I'll undoubtedly write more before we finish what we currently have.
Farfie: True, but it won't seem like as much if we get done with this part faster.
Rash: What kind of twisted logic is that?
Farfie: Mine.
Syb: Anyway, here we go!
Sybarite was walking back to his room, when faint yet annoying laughter and a pile of water balloons assaulted the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The drenched and annoyed Syb looked up. A ghost was holding his stomach and laughing, holding a multitude of balloons ready for throwing. Sybarite's eyes narrowed as the poltergeist let off another barrage of horrid missiles.
"Miss Mettallium?!"
Hermione stopped in her tracks as she saw that their new teacher had calmly wrapped up Peeves in a painful looking strand of wire, dripping wet.
Sybarite smiled calmly, as if she wasn't holding a terrified and rather battered poltergeist in her slim hands. "Hello Hermione. How nice to se you again. I hope you are all right. I heard from one of your friends that you were sick with a cold…" her beautiful face contorted with worry, compassion clouding her perfect face. "I hope you did not receive the cold from showing me around…"
Hermione shook her head. "Don't worry, I'm usually out at the library, or up late studying; it was probably a combination of the two."
Sybarite closed her eyes and sighed in relief, her delicate face smiling serenely with her eyes closed. "I'm much relieved!"
Hermione heard the pathetic whimpering that Peeves had been reduced to, and her disbelief -temporarily suspended- returned. "Mi- Miss Mettallium? Why is Peeves wrapped up like that?"
Sybarite smiled, her closed eyes somehow making the woman seem more ghostly than the poltergeist. "Maa, it's nothing to worry about Hermione. This little ghost had been making an annoyance of himself, but now he's repented." Sybarite tightened the wire slightly, while Peeves could only manage to nod and look terrified of his fragile captor. "See? Now run along Peeves." The silver-violet haired teacher smiled and pulled back her wire, which she tucked away in some place Hermione couldn't see. The poltergeist shot one last terrified look at Sybarite, then fled for his non-existent life.
Hermione swallowed heavily and cast a slightly distrustful look at Sybarite. What she really wanted to do was run and tell someone about this, but as the silver beauty seemed to bear to ill will toward her, she merely forced a smile on her face. Who was Sybarite Mettallium to capture and punish Peeves?! He was already dead, what could possibly harm him?
Sybarite's eyes widened in astonishment, as if he had been hit with an epiphany. "How stupid of me! Hermione! You shouldn't be about with a cold! I insist you return to your dorm before you die of it!"
Hermione waved a hand. "Don't worry Miss Mettallium, I'm going to Madam Pomfrey's right now to receive a potion for it." Then she laughed. "I guess even magic couldn't cure the common cold!"
Sybarite smiled again in relief, tucking back a wisp of drenched hair. "Dewa, I hope you recover soon Hermione. I'm afraid that I must go and change; I'm afraid Filch would not appreciate me dripping all over the castle."
With that parting remark, the silvery Defense against the Dark Arts teacher turned around on of the many corners in Hogwarts halls, and disappeared.
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Harry and Ron looked on in amazement/slightly perturbed wonder as Rashart was STILL eating -if shoveling down food like that could be called eating- breakfast, some thirty minutes after they had already finished. How could someone so thin eat that much? Were did it all go? It had to go somewhere! It just didn't make sense! It was like the food just disappeared in to thin air!
Whilst Harry and Ron were standing there, err, sitting there actually, but who wants to know about the technicalities? Anyways… while Rashart was playing feeding time at the zoo, and those numerous and rather similar thoughts were running through Ron and Harry's heads, -OOOO! They have the same brilliant thought patterns!- Rashy was doing a little plotting of his own.
It better not be that fruitcake that's the new teacher. The longhaired boy thought slightly gloomily. If he is here… I think I'll commit seppuku. Or run far, far, FAR away were no one in the immediate vicinity has silver hair.
Rashart screamed as something small, silver, and extremely fast collided in to him. The impact knocked him over his chair, where he sat sprawled, trying to catch his wind back and not doing a very good job of it either. Rashart looked at the thing.
It was small, about 10-12 inches long at the most, not counting the hair, which was -shudder- a silvery-purple, long and twined in four braids, each braid writhing in the air as if it possessed a mind of it's own. The thing was small in proportions, rather like a doll, actually, with small limbs clad in some kind of weird clothing that looked as it was from several centuries ago, Chinese style maybe.
Apparently unconscious, the thing moaned something incomprehensible and proceeded to drown in Rashy's cereal, muttering something about stupid angels.
Rashart stared at the thing and sweatdropped, then poked it with a handy little chopstick he happened to have around. A pair of golden claws whipped out of the milk filled bowl and sliced the metal sticks in half. Rash stared once more as the chopstick half fell to the table. A moment's silence passed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH THAT THING IN THE CEREAL'S ALIVE!!" Rashart yelled, flinging the bowl across the room, were it landed… on Draco Malfoy's head.
Rashart, who had yelled simply for the sake of yelling and was over his little fit now (Yes, we're still trying to determine Rashy's state of mentality), calmly looked at the Slytherin -who happened to have bits of frosted flakes oozing down his face which made him quite a spectacle- and burst out laughing.
As if the shock was broken by the red head's outburst, the entire assembly -Slytherins exempt- roared in to laughter. This was followed by more Havoc as the thing that landed in Rashy's breakfast flew straight up, still with the bowl, and leaving Draco covered with cereal.
As if that wasn't enough, the braided chibi (Chibi: Think Mini-Me, only TONS cuter, like doll size. And with hair) growled angrily and started floating over back to Rash. The green eyed, flame haired one did the obvious of one who is confronted with a cereal dripping Chibi. He ran.
To Rashart's credit (Or not) he didn't scream as he ran, but opted for laughing like a maniac while being chased around the huge room.
Harry stared at the two, who were shortly followed by Draco, looking for revenge, then Crabbe and Goyle who were running simply because Draco was. This, as you can imagine, made a more than slightly hilarious sight.
"… Is it just me, or has the whole world gone insane?" Harry asked Ron, or perhaps no one in particular.
Ron was too busy laughing to care.
"I think it's just you"
The new voice belonged to a wine haired bewinged Chibi finishing off what had been Rashart's donut.
Harry stared. Another one? "Who are you?"
"'M name's Vocal, an the moron runnin 'round with Rashy over there would be Kataluna. At yer service" Vocal replied, nodding his head a bit as he indicated the cereal covered floating chibi to Harry. Vocal snickered a bit as Rashart tripped over something or other and fell, resulting in a crash of Chibi, Slytherin, and one red headed Gryffindor.
Harry smiled amicably at the slightly saner-seeming thing. "Uh, if you don't mind my asking, what exactly *are* you two?"
Vocal smirked. "We're in service of the Dark Lord Chaos Dragon Garv" he said with a bit of a mocking tone in his voice that said exactly what he thought of Garv. "An we're the Guardians that are supposed ta be keepin Rashy over there outa trouble."
Harry would have sweatdropped, but he wasn't an Anime based character, and so the term sweatdropping was specially unfamiliar to him. "Guardians…?"
Vocal shrugged "Trust me, I didn't pick the term."
"Okay…"
Syb: Well, here it is. The last part.
Farf: At the moment.
Syb: Let's just work with what we have.
Ral: Which is precisely what we're doing.
Rash: Anyway, I'm just thrilled and excited to learn what happens next.
Farf: Because nothing happened in the last part?
Rash: I was being sarcastic.
Riu: Aren't you always? Hey, then maybe you're being sarcastic when you say you want this to be over with!
Rash: o_O NO!