Author's Notes: Satoru is my own creation.. he is, however, based on someone from Utena.. guess who? (oh, that's so easy...)
2. Satoru
Anthy, her eyes still red and puffed up, came back to the dorm leaning heavily upon Hermione's arm. No one actually said anything, but it looked like every person in the tower wanted to.
In the Great Hall, at breakfast, the strangely appearing castle was the only topic of conversation. Anthy, who had changed into Hogwarts school robes, had not said a word to anyone but Hermione since her episode that morning. It was not even known if she'd talked to Hermione, but no one was going to clear that up.
Anthy sat down, spreading her school robe about her in a most becoming manner, and began her breakfast. Her face was much less puffy and pained, and she seemed almost calmed, accepting in some strange way.
At the end of the meal, Dumbledore surveyed his gossiping students. Everyone was waiting for him to say something about the strange-ness. "Students and Faculty…" he said, standing and clearing his throat. The entire hall was immediately silent.
"I would just like to inform you, that, due to recent developments…" at this, a thousand tiny trails of talk broke out over the hall. It was stopped soon enough, as it seemed that Dumbledore would not continue in less than silence. "… the north edge of the Forbidden Forest is no longer off limits."
That was all he said. He sat down, and resumed eating his waffle.
It was Transfiguration, the first class of the day, in which things began to get weird. Professor McGonagall whispered a few words to Anthy as she came in, and sat her down next to Harry. No one really thought anything of it, being that Anthy was a new student, and allegedly related to the Headmaster. The assignment, as it turned out, was to turn their chairs into bushes. Hermione finished first, with a lovely azalea planted squarely in the floor.
Harry had been trying for a thorn for a few minutes when Neville began wailing that his chair had turned into a man with large ears and a Texan accent. Ron was plainly also having troubles, not unlikely because he was grimacing at the now flowering Azalea Hermione had been showcasing.
And, in the time when Harry had been glancing around, something happened over to his left. A rose bush appeared, almost out of nowhere. Well, upon second thought, out of a chair. Anthy was standing next to it, admiring the roses that were blooming as the class watched.
It was not that much of an achievement, since most of the people had already gotten theirs, but perhaps they had not been expecting Anthy to do any magic. She, well, to put it frankly, did not seem like a wizarding person. She had never, Hermione noted, taken out a wand. The clever girl stored this away for contemplation with Harry and Ron, at a later date.
The two just mentioned were also noticing things. Ron thought about the rose bush, and tried not to distract himself with the way she tossed her hair. Harry wondered why she had reacted to the strange castle, and willed himself not to stare at her too much. Most of the other boys in the class had never gained that restraint, it seemed.
Their lack of manners continued out the door, going so far that Seamus Finnagan tripped over Trevor as he walked out the door. Going out the door, in general, seemed to be an interesting endeavor that day. Hermione was just trying to point Anthy in the direction of the Potions class, and to explain why Snape was evil, of course with her two friend's willing assistance, when a loud commotion drew the collective attention down the hallway.
"Out of my way! Get out of my way!" a loud, rather aristocratic voice called down the corridor. Peering towards the clump of people from which the singularly proud voice was emanating, one could see a head above the crowns of most of the students. A head of green hair.
Anthy didn't see much of this. She was thinking to herself, while everyone else watched with interest. I am, for the moment, safe. She thought. She had calmed down drastically since the morning, and had been reasoning her situation out since then. They might never find the rings, and might never even get into the arena. How would they know to? As long as no one finds out about it, and no one finds me… I'm safe from it. She looked up as something approached her. "Hermio- -" she said, and stopped, in total shock. A green haired boy was walked quickly towards her. He was extremely handsome, had a very dashing profile, a noble nose; his hair hung down his back, long, straight, and green. But in his eyes, such a terrible expression resided, such a grimace on his lips that it contorted his lovely face into something of horror.
Anthy, too, developed a look of horror on her face, but it was one of shock, and pain; not anger. She backed away a little from the advancing specter. Pure terror was beating in her breast, and she kept whispering to herself, "no, no, no, it cannot be, no, no, he can't be here, no…" She wanted to run away, to get away from him. But, in the fear that seemed to course through any hunted beast, and that surely she was, she could not run.
The boy with the green hair caught her, before her feet had begun to move, even. With a hand on each of her shoulders, he pivoted Anthy, and smashed her into the corridor wall. Fighting to breath from the impact, the racing pains in her chest, Anthy looked up into the eyes of her tormentor. "Sa..toru.." she said, her words broken by gasps of pain, gasps for breath.
"Anthy." Said the boy, Satoru. And, the cruel glint still in his lovely eyes, he raised his arm and turned it upon her. It struck the girl across her face, and a cry followed it close. Hermione, Ron and Harry, all who had been watching in alarm, jumped towards the pair. But something in Anthy's eyes, her face slid down upon her shoulder, and leaning against the wall, told them to stop. A look, so far away from everything, like she had dropped out of reality all together. Her eyes were glazed, and she sagged in Satoru's grasp, which he had not relaxed when delivering his blow. If he had not held her, she would have fallen to the ground. "You should not have run away, Rose Bride. You have forgotten yourself again." The way he said it, the cold title he endowed her with, as if he were speaking to a horse, a dog. Harry was, again, about to interject and stop the strange boy, but a new development stopped him. Satoru leaned down, Anthy being a good six inches shorter than himself, and kissed her passionately.
The entire hallway stopped talking, and looked at what now appeared to be a couple. At least, Anthy was responding to his affections, not stopping him. Every person in the hallway was incredibly confused, and for a righteous cause.
But, coming down the hall was another commotion. Out of the same mob of students emerged Professor Dumbledore. He came out of the students right next to Harry. All that, thankfully, the both of them could see was Satoru's shoulders, and his green hair, bending over. Anthy's purple locks were haloed around what seemed to be her head, but, again, Satoru got in the way. And, as Dumbledore was arriving, the boy raised his head again.
The headmaster pushed Satoru aside, while completely ignoring him. "Miss Himemiya, would you please come with me? We have a few problems with your scheduling to work out." And he walked away down the hall, purple hair and vacant eyes trailing behind him.
2. Satoru
Anthy, her eyes still red and puffed up, came back to the dorm leaning heavily upon Hermione's arm. No one actually said anything, but it looked like every person in the tower wanted to.
In the Great Hall, at breakfast, the strangely appearing castle was the only topic of conversation. Anthy, who had changed into Hogwarts school robes, had not said a word to anyone but Hermione since her episode that morning. It was not even known if she'd talked to Hermione, but no one was going to clear that up.
Anthy sat down, spreading her school robe about her in a most becoming manner, and began her breakfast. Her face was much less puffy and pained, and she seemed almost calmed, accepting in some strange way.
At the end of the meal, Dumbledore surveyed his gossiping students. Everyone was waiting for him to say something about the strange-ness. "Students and Faculty…" he said, standing and clearing his throat. The entire hall was immediately silent.
"I would just like to inform you, that, due to recent developments…" at this, a thousand tiny trails of talk broke out over the hall. It was stopped soon enough, as it seemed that Dumbledore would not continue in less than silence. "… the north edge of the Forbidden Forest is no longer off limits."
That was all he said. He sat down, and resumed eating his waffle.
It was Transfiguration, the first class of the day, in which things began to get weird. Professor McGonagall whispered a few words to Anthy as she came in, and sat her down next to Harry. No one really thought anything of it, being that Anthy was a new student, and allegedly related to the Headmaster. The assignment, as it turned out, was to turn their chairs into bushes. Hermione finished first, with a lovely azalea planted squarely in the floor.
Harry had been trying for a thorn for a few minutes when Neville began wailing that his chair had turned into a man with large ears and a Texan accent. Ron was plainly also having troubles, not unlikely because he was grimacing at the now flowering Azalea Hermione had been showcasing.
And, in the time when Harry had been glancing around, something happened over to his left. A rose bush appeared, almost out of nowhere. Well, upon second thought, out of a chair. Anthy was standing next to it, admiring the roses that were blooming as the class watched.
It was not that much of an achievement, since most of the people had already gotten theirs, but perhaps they had not been expecting Anthy to do any magic. She, well, to put it frankly, did not seem like a wizarding person. She had never, Hermione noted, taken out a wand. The clever girl stored this away for contemplation with Harry and Ron, at a later date.
The two just mentioned were also noticing things. Ron thought about the rose bush, and tried not to distract himself with the way she tossed her hair. Harry wondered why she had reacted to the strange castle, and willed himself not to stare at her too much. Most of the other boys in the class had never gained that restraint, it seemed.
Their lack of manners continued out the door, going so far that Seamus Finnagan tripped over Trevor as he walked out the door. Going out the door, in general, seemed to be an interesting endeavor that day. Hermione was just trying to point Anthy in the direction of the Potions class, and to explain why Snape was evil, of course with her two friend's willing assistance, when a loud commotion drew the collective attention down the hallway.
"Out of my way! Get out of my way!" a loud, rather aristocratic voice called down the corridor. Peering towards the clump of people from which the singularly proud voice was emanating, one could see a head above the crowns of most of the students. A head of green hair.
Anthy didn't see much of this. She was thinking to herself, while everyone else watched with interest. I am, for the moment, safe. She thought. She had calmed down drastically since the morning, and had been reasoning her situation out since then. They might never find the rings, and might never even get into the arena. How would they know to? As long as no one finds out about it, and no one finds me… I'm safe from it. She looked up as something approached her. "Hermio- -" she said, and stopped, in total shock. A green haired boy was walked quickly towards her. He was extremely handsome, had a very dashing profile, a noble nose; his hair hung down his back, long, straight, and green. But in his eyes, such a terrible expression resided, such a grimace on his lips that it contorted his lovely face into something of horror.
Anthy, too, developed a look of horror on her face, but it was one of shock, and pain; not anger. She backed away a little from the advancing specter. Pure terror was beating in her breast, and she kept whispering to herself, "no, no, no, it cannot be, no, no, he can't be here, no…" She wanted to run away, to get away from him. But, in the fear that seemed to course through any hunted beast, and that surely she was, she could not run.
The boy with the green hair caught her, before her feet had begun to move, even. With a hand on each of her shoulders, he pivoted Anthy, and smashed her into the corridor wall. Fighting to breath from the impact, the racing pains in her chest, Anthy looked up into the eyes of her tormentor. "Sa..toru.." she said, her words broken by gasps of pain, gasps for breath.
"Anthy." Said the boy, Satoru. And, the cruel glint still in his lovely eyes, he raised his arm and turned it upon her. It struck the girl across her face, and a cry followed it close. Hermione, Ron and Harry, all who had been watching in alarm, jumped towards the pair. But something in Anthy's eyes, her face slid down upon her shoulder, and leaning against the wall, told them to stop. A look, so far away from everything, like she had dropped out of reality all together. Her eyes were glazed, and she sagged in Satoru's grasp, which he had not relaxed when delivering his blow. If he had not held her, she would have fallen to the ground. "You should not have run away, Rose Bride. You have forgotten yourself again." The way he said it, the cold title he endowed her with, as if he were speaking to a horse, a dog. Harry was, again, about to interject and stop the strange boy, but a new development stopped him. Satoru leaned down, Anthy being a good six inches shorter than himself, and kissed her passionately.
The entire hallway stopped talking, and looked at what now appeared to be a couple. At least, Anthy was responding to his affections, not stopping him. Every person in the hallway was incredibly confused, and for a righteous cause.
But, coming down the hall was another commotion. Out of the same mob of students emerged Professor Dumbledore. He came out of the students right next to Harry. All that, thankfully, the both of them could see was Satoru's shoulders, and his green hair, bending over. Anthy's purple locks were haloed around what seemed to be her head, but, again, Satoru got in the way. And, as Dumbledore was arriving, the boy raised his head again.
The headmaster pushed Satoru aside, while completely ignoring him. "Miss Himemiya, would you please come with me? We have a few problems with your scheduling to work out." And he walked away down the hall, purple hair and vacant eyes trailing behind him.