LN: fantasyangel is definitely cool! ( thanks for reviewing, dearie! (
-- h2o COMBUSTION
authors: "aiyah" and "Leftywrite"
rating: R (innuendos, some of the delish stuffs, the usual)
disclaimer:
JK Rowling began our inspiration
With some Harry Potter jubilation
Belong to us her characters do not
Though Leftywrite thinks Alan Rickman's hot
Aiyah thought up Cadence, and as sisters we'd like to see
Which one strikes your fantasy ;)
spoilers: up to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire... until further informational tidbits may be gleaned. (this Might include some stuff in Order of the Phoenix... hard to tell, just yet.)
summary: Okai, folks! Time for a mixed creation from aiyah and Leftywrite. The rating's mostly for innuendo. The story features one dark and handsome French guy, a Bulgarian, and two beautiful Hawaiian exchange students @ Hogwarts. Guess what ensues? READ!!
distribution: currently only on www.fanfiction.net - if you want the story, just ask me ( don't take w/o permission, though, unless you want to be pureed in the Left's creative blender and run over by aiyah's muses (in cleats...with heart-aiming spoons and smug crustraceans with Ultimate Frisbees...), then we suggest that you sincerely stop whatever copying you were even thinking of starting.
Hei, if you weren't, enjoy the fic! (
A/N = aiyah;;;LN=Leftywrite
~*Fic starts here*~
[Pick-up Lines and Lucky Charms]
Iwai had been lying calmly in her Hogwartian piggy-pimpled bed when inspiration struck. Inspiration of the lightning bolt variety. She whipped out her favorite Sharpie marker and whipped out her Lock-it-up-Locket- Pocket-Diary. There, she inscribed: "Feathers were never really my thing."
Quills. A personal vendetta against them, although the tickling felt of quite the niceness. Iwai thumbed through the miniscule book. Direct quotes:
"I am a waterlogged raindrop."
"Castaway from the storm in the seas of chance."
"It was such a happy little egg..."
"Evergreens and pink flamingos."
"[insert random name here]'s eyes wandered around lazily."
"Feathers were never really my thing. Spoons even less. I mean, seriously - anything that sticks to your nose and flips your image upside down has got to have some ulterior motives." (yea, Lefty! ;) .err. inside joke?)
Iwai stared at the penultimate entry as her lips pursed in a slightly perplexed manner. That sounded like his ocular machinery was meandering along the countryside. Ah well... what was once penned should not be changed. Not in a true diary, anyway. Besides, this phrase was much better than the cliché "His eyes glanced coolly around." Good grief. The "cool" types were so abhorrent.
What rhymed with abhorrent? Oh. torrent. And so began a torrent of tears. Abhorrent torrent? Grrr... no no no. Iwai had to get out of her writing mode. Quickly, she turned over, and promptly started snoozing. And dreamed. Of course.
~~~~ The obnoxiously arrogant yet undoubtedly hot Cadence was strolling calmly (and coolly) through the hallways of Hogwarts. His bedchamber had been too calm for the tempestuous temper he was in, but amidst the creaks of the eternally old school hallways he felt at ease. He allowed himself that uncharacteristic grin, remembering how he'd last cooled his temper. Hot and cold, quenching each other. Quite nice, that.
Suddenly, he felt, rather than heard, a swish. Whirling around with his wand out, his bittersweet-chocolate eyes met with a black-clad shoulder.
"Ah," breathed a silky word on a hidden tongue. "What have we here? A mouse, perhaps, patrolling through the dark? And yet, Mr. Cardiff, you make more noise than any mouse."
Cade reddened. It was the head of his house, the Serpent King. Or was that the Malfish (or was it Mally?) twerp? Yet, this man exuded a familiar sense of dark power. Where could such a darkness come from? It seemed to be centered around his nose. Magic emanating from a nose? A very familiar nose, at that. Cade shook his head, clearing his throat. "I was just traveling to see the stars, sir. In preparation for tomorrow's class. Is the astronomy tower this way?"
"Mr. Cardiff," came the casual reply, "Pupils are not usually allowed out of their beds after lights are extinguished. However, I would rather not suffer the displeasure of taking the first points of the year from my own house. Creep along a little more quietly, and return to your dormitory in no more than an hour's time." He paused, considering. Cade turned to leave when the last words came. "And Mr. Cardiff." Cadence froze. "Take care to only ...glimpse... the dark side of the moon."
Cadence whipped around to face his professor again, but all that remained was a swish of robes, heading in the opposite direction. "Sacre bleu," he muttered. "This school is full of lunatics."
Iwai burst awake from several hectic dreams, desperately trying to grasp at wisps of sleep as they melted away. Fragments of lighting bolts and scars, green eyes and red eyes and silver ones. A forked tongue. Water bursting into flame. A swirl of robes. Had it been a vision? Would it matter? Finally, she gave up with a shrug. If it was important, she'd remember it eventually. And she had a bad case of morning breath. To the toilet it was.
Khani groaned. Her usual sexy-borderling-skanky attire was covered by one of those dark and slightly mysterious robes, and they had tons of static. No one else seemed to be having this inane problem as they all swished around her, heading to random seats. Iwai wasn't in the Great Hall yet. It figured. the gal was always late. Finally tired of the cloth whishing about her legs, Khani grabbed it in handfuls and strode to the Slytherin table. She plopped down, and her morning milk appeared. Cadence appeared immediately, as well. Though not on the table. She allowed herself a quick vision of him on the table. Absurd, but sexy. He had on a crooked smile, as if he could read and was undressing her thoughts. Then, with a rakish grin, he asked, "Are your lips really that kissable, or is it just the face they're on?"
"Good lardie, mister. Try a bit harder on the pick-up lines, would you? Though at least you didn't use my personal unfavorite: 'Crayola should patent the color in your eyes and call it Angel.'"
Cade smirked fabulously in her direction. "How about this one, ma cherie? Hello, my name is Hershey, so would you like a kiss?"
"Ugh. No, my name is Nestle, so go away before I make your bones go Crunch."
"Ah," he replied, "did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?"
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He replied quite glibly and addressed her as an afterthought, "Angel?"
"How are you doing?" a voice suddenly broke in.
Khani blinked. It was silver-eyes-the-Snake-king from yesterday. About to sip her milk and not steeled for a quippy answer, she replied reflexively: "Fine."
He smirked. "Yeah, babe, and you look fine, too."
Khani's milk spurted out of her mouth. All over the Malfoy.
"Limpiaticus returnum." He muttered. So much for that one. His hair immediately lost the soggy, milk-battered look as the charm returned his appearance to suave and certain. Though he'd certainly have to think up a better pick-up line.
~~~~~~
A white tank top, silvery-blue skirt, and two pink barrettes later, Iwai arrived at the doors of the Great Hall. Oddly enough, she got a sense of déjà vu, even without the luggage and pink feathers. Just something about the mass of starved pre-adulthood wizards melding with ancient teachers and poppingly good food, maybe. Her gaze flicked to bright red one-strapped top and a tight black leather skirt. A robe was huddled below her seat. Combat boots were certainly in order, as well. Iwai watched as Khani suddenly let out a spurt of milk all over that gray-eyed guy from yesterday. As she walked over to the Gryffindor table, the guy stared blankly at her twin and muttered a few words underneath his breath. In an instant, his sopping hair had returned to its impeccable gelled state. In spite of herself, Iwai was impressed. Not bad, for a guy.
Ron patted the seat between himself and Harry. "G'mornin', Iwai," he said cheerfully. "What'd you want on your plate today?"
"French toast."
At that, Iwai caught a glimpse of her sister with a startled gaze on her fiery face. Khani flashed a peace sign, their twinly symbol for "We've got to talk. And soon." Iwai nodded, told Ron, "Yo - I'll brb as in the 'be right back'." She sauntered randomly to the Great Hall doors, giving her twin a significant glance.
Khani downed the remnants of her udderly delish drink and set the glass down. "If you'll excuse me, guys. I've got a twin to catch." Her combat boots clunked on the floor.
The two beautiful gals met each other just outside the doors. First a stare, then a whoop! And a huge hug.
Khani was first to break in. "So.... What's with ordering ye olde egg- battered bread of the Frenchies?"
Iwai stared at her. "You know I love French toast. What's up?"
Khani turned red. "Oh. yea. I thought you were hinting at something."
Iwai's eyes widened. "Good lardie, Khani. So soon?"
"What?"
"You're practically screaming the info at me. Girlie, that's a bit on the fast side of the race track. Don't let your heart get trampled."
Khani groaned. "Iwai - it's so totally not like a big deal. And besides, he's, like, a Frenchie. They're so totally like open about anything physical-like."
Iwai shrugged. "Okai. though he's not really a Frenchie. I think his mom was a big movie actress in England - he looks a lot like Alyssa Cardiff; remember her flicks? Something about the wooden hat and the magic wand. or was it the magic hat and the wooden wand? No, that sounds decidedly odd. Eh, I can never remember these things. Anyway, you do realize that you just used 'like' four times in a torrent of abhorrent succession with no grammatical sense? Don't go too far off the edge. Yet, anyways." She paused. "Was he good?"
Khani heaved a dreamy sigh. "Babe, he was heavenly. Of the dark angel variety, with a hint of sin thrown in." She suddenly shook her head. "Dear lard. Am I that obvious? I thought I was playing it off rather charmingly, actually."
"It's only 'cuz I know you so well. Though I must admit, the milk spurt over the Malfoy was a few miles this side of interesting. I told him that he was playing with fire, but I never expected you to put him out. What happened?"
Instead of answering, Khani grinned. "How are you doing?"
"Confused."
"No, no. Answer like a normal person."
"Fine."
"Yea, baby, 'cuz you're sure lookin' mighty fine."
Iwai gaped. "Ohmigawd. He so totally did not pull that line."
Khani giggled. "He so totally did."
"You know," Iwai remarked thoughtfully, "my opinion of the platinum git has just gone up exponentially."
"Trust you to drag Math into this."
"Honey, it's Defense Against the Dark Arts that is my specialty."
"Yea, that and calculus and biology. Honestly, sweetie, even with that silvery lining, you're most definitely a nerd at heart."
Iwai grinned. "That's the way to be."
"Yea -- You just need to perfect your chemistry, and it might actually mix up a solution to any guy problems. So who's the rusty redhead you're sitting with?"
"Oh, sister dear. You've already gotten one dark and mysterious Frenchman. With long hair and a half-English, half-French accent to boot. Besides, I think I'll fix up Ron with someone else."
"Okai. So how about dark-haired Mr. Cat-eyes?"
"Harry? Um. maybe. He's sort of sexy. In a sweet, guy-next-door-yet-he- saved-the-world sort of way. And I don't know if his eyes are really 'catty'. it's more of a grassy or plant-ish sort of growing green."
"Mmm. I wonder how Cade would look in a fig leaf.."
"I look absolutely dashing, I assure you, Miss Lei," came the absolutely dashing chocolate-toned voice.
She turned red, then annoyed. "And did I ask an actual question, Mr. Cardiff? I think not. Why are you butting your beak into twinly affairs?"
"I simply bring a gentlemanly ...request. Would you both care to join Mr. Malfoy and myself? We've taken the liberty of magicking up the first meal of the day, highly important for the proper nutritional sustenance, you know. And yet, it's growing quite cold. If you ladies would solve that dilemma by taking breakfast with us, we would be much obliged." He offered an arm to each of them.
"In other words, they want in on our convo," whispered Iwai. They each took Cade's proffered arms and strolled towards the Slytherin table. As they passed by the Gryffs, Iwai said quietly to Harry, "Hei, guysie - See you in class, aiight?" Harry nodded. On his face was a slightly perplexed expression. Then he grinned and winked at her. As Iwai sat down with the snakes, she saw a pretty Chinese girl sit by Harry. His cheeks immediately matched his cherry pie.
Iwai smiled. The effect of her pearly whites on a certain serpent blondie was not lost on Khani. She saw Draco Malfoy give a start, then stare hotly at her twin for a split second. Then his perfect composure reasserted itself and he asked, "And how are you this morning, Miss Lei?"
"I believe I already answered that question, Mr. Malfoy." Khani grinned. "Let's quit the surname business and keep the Khani and Iwai shiznit goin' down. Otherwise, we'd both be paying you twice as much attention as you deserve each time you say 'Lei.'"
Draco smirked. "Perhaps that is why I enjoy all the connotations of your surname. It's 'beauty' in Hawaiian, isn't it?"
Iwai jumped into the conversation feet first. "Sure, why not? Though I think it's got something to do with the braids of flowers we usually use to greet people. The whole 'aloha' thing, you know."
Draco broke into a full grin. "You are so cute and beautiful."* The words came right out of his mouth. Not quite smooth on the writer's block, but dear heavens. had he really just said that aloud?
"Why, thanks. You are, too, you know." Iwai paused. "Do you feel weird if I say you're 'beautiful'?"
"It is a trifle odd, yes." A pause. Any safe subjects minus the blurting? "So. what do you do outside of school?"
"Um, I swim. And play field hockey. And read. A lot. And write. A lot. And duel. Was that it? "Oh yea, and I do kung fu. You?"
Write? Draco's eyes had gone blurry at that word. A writer? A beautiful silvery cherry-yet-practical-and-insane-yet-cute writer? Meanwhile, Khani had burst into the spattered convo.
"Yo - we should so form a kung fu or dueling club."
"Okai, let's. Right at lunch today? What do you have first?"
"Er. potions, I think. With Snap, or something."
"Snap? Like the sound you make with your fingers?"
"Yea. maybe."
Cade broke in. "It's Snape. We've got potions with the sixth-year Gryffindors."
"Oh, good." The twins responded in unison. Then looked at each other.
"We have got to stop doing that." Iwai remarked.
"You're such a dork." Khani agreed.
"Dorker." For the life of her, Iwai settled straight into the standard reply. (Yes, as sisters, we do say this. I know. It's definitely on the 'dorker' side.)
"Dorker? Maybe. but then you're porker."
A blank look.
"Because you were born in the year of the pig. Haha - you snort."
"Oh really? You snort louder, you know." Iwai was getting offended. She so did not snort.
"No, I don't. Snakes don't snort."
"Well, there is the hog-nosed snake."
"Ladies," came a deep, dark, Dove-promise-sort of voice. "I must insist on a brief hiatus, if you will?" They looked up into the whishing robes of the nearest professor. His voice contained the quality of drowning, though his nose would certainly have been a steady rock on which to hang on. "Quite a cliff, that one." Khani thought. Then she asked, "Iwai, what's a hiatus?"
"I'm not entirely sure - either a raucus hurly-burly hullabaloo or a pause."
Khani hesitated. "You do realize that those are two very different things."
Draco smirked. "It's a break. I believe Professor Snape is asking you to take one."
Iwai's eyes snapped to him. "If you can't say anything nice, dearie-boi, don't say anything at all. Give that forked tongue a rest. Sheesh."
Snape's eyes flickered with something vaguely like something found in parks with rollercoasters. (er. . . yea. Synonym for amusement? Couldn't think of one. Ah well.) "Gentlemen, ladies. I believe it is time for class. You would do best to arrive there in a timely fashion." And with a whirl, he disappeared.
A quick silence, then Iwai whispered, "Did you see a faint resemblance to Batman?"
Khani stared. "No, dear. I think you've got your movies confused. He looks to me like the Sheriff of Nottingham."
"Not the nose, the cloak bit. Though I guess everyone's got robes. Hmm. maybe you're right. His voice makes me want to yell, 'Help! I'm a fish.'"
Khani nodded. "Maybe. Some dark urging force." She shrugged and got up from her bowl of Lucky Charms. Amazing, the advertising in the wizard world. "Time to start being magically delicious, twin. See you in class."
*the "You are so beautiful and cute" is a direct quote from Ronnie! ( *muah!*
-- h2o COMBUSTION
authors: "aiyah" and "Leftywrite"
rating: R (innuendos, some of the delish stuffs, the usual)
disclaimer:
JK Rowling began our inspiration
With some Harry Potter jubilation
Belong to us her characters do not
Though Leftywrite thinks Alan Rickman's hot
Aiyah thought up Cadence, and as sisters we'd like to see
Which one strikes your fantasy ;)
spoilers: up to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire... until further informational tidbits may be gleaned. (this Might include some stuff in Order of the Phoenix... hard to tell, just yet.)
summary: Okai, folks! Time for a mixed creation from aiyah and Leftywrite. The rating's mostly for innuendo. The story features one dark and handsome French guy, a Bulgarian, and two beautiful Hawaiian exchange students @ Hogwarts. Guess what ensues? READ!!
distribution: currently only on www.fanfiction.net - if you want the story, just ask me ( don't take w/o permission, though, unless you want to be pureed in the Left's creative blender and run over by aiyah's muses (in cleats...with heart-aiming spoons and smug crustraceans with Ultimate Frisbees...), then we suggest that you sincerely stop whatever copying you were even thinking of starting.
Hei, if you weren't, enjoy the fic! (
A/N = aiyah;;;LN=Leftywrite
~*Fic starts here*~
[Pick-up Lines and Lucky Charms]
Iwai had been lying calmly in her Hogwartian piggy-pimpled bed when inspiration struck. Inspiration of the lightning bolt variety. She whipped out her favorite Sharpie marker and whipped out her Lock-it-up-Locket- Pocket-Diary. There, she inscribed: "Feathers were never really my thing."
Quills. A personal vendetta against them, although the tickling felt of quite the niceness. Iwai thumbed through the miniscule book. Direct quotes:
"I am a waterlogged raindrop."
"Castaway from the storm in the seas of chance."
"It was such a happy little egg..."
"Evergreens and pink flamingos."
"[insert random name here]'s eyes wandered around lazily."
"Feathers were never really my thing. Spoons even less. I mean, seriously - anything that sticks to your nose and flips your image upside down has got to have some ulterior motives." (yea, Lefty! ;) .err. inside joke?)
Iwai stared at the penultimate entry as her lips pursed in a slightly perplexed manner. That sounded like his ocular machinery was meandering along the countryside. Ah well... what was once penned should not be changed. Not in a true diary, anyway. Besides, this phrase was much better than the cliché "His eyes glanced coolly around." Good grief. The "cool" types were so abhorrent.
What rhymed with abhorrent? Oh. torrent. And so began a torrent of tears. Abhorrent torrent? Grrr... no no no. Iwai had to get out of her writing mode. Quickly, she turned over, and promptly started snoozing. And dreamed. Of course.
~~~~ The obnoxiously arrogant yet undoubtedly hot Cadence was strolling calmly (and coolly) through the hallways of Hogwarts. His bedchamber had been too calm for the tempestuous temper he was in, but amidst the creaks of the eternally old school hallways he felt at ease. He allowed himself that uncharacteristic grin, remembering how he'd last cooled his temper. Hot and cold, quenching each other. Quite nice, that.
Suddenly, he felt, rather than heard, a swish. Whirling around with his wand out, his bittersweet-chocolate eyes met with a black-clad shoulder.
"Ah," breathed a silky word on a hidden tongue. "What have we here? A mouse, perhaps, patrolling through the dark? And yet, Mr. Cardiff, you make more noise than any mouse."
Cade reddened. It was the head of his house, the Serpent King. Or was that the Malfish (or was it Mally?) twerp? Yet, this man exuded a familiar sense of dark power. Where could such a darkness come from? It seemed to be centered around his nose. Magic emanating from a nose? A very familiar nose, at that. Cade shook his head, clearing his throat. "I was just traveling to see the stars, sir. In preparation for tomorrow's class. Is the astronomy tower this way?"
"Mr. Cardiff," came the casual reply, "Pupils are not usually allowed out of their beds after lights are extinguished. However, I would rather not suffer the displeasure of taking the first points of the year from my own house. Creep along a little more quietly, and return to your dormitory in no more than an hour's time." He paused, considering. Cade turned to leave when the last words came. "And Mr. Cardiff." Cadence froze. "Take care to only ...glimpse... the dark side of the moon."
Cadence whipped around to face his professor again, but all that remained was a swish of robes, heading in the opposite direction. "Sacre bleu," he muttered. "This school is full of lunatics."
Iwai burst awake from several hectic dreams, desperately trying to grasp at wisps of sleep as they melted away. Fragments of lighting bolts and scars, green eyes and red eyes and silver ones. A forked tongue. Water bursting into flame. A swirl of robes. Had it been a vision? Would it matter? Finally, she gave up with a shrug. If it was important, she'd remember it eventually. And she had a bad case of morning breath. To the toilet it was.
Khani groaned. Her usual sexy-borderling-skanky attire was covered by one of those dark and slightly mysterious robes, and they had tons of static. No one else seemed to be having this inane problem as they all swished around her, heading to random seats. Iwai wasn't in the Great Hall yet. It figured. the gal was always late. Finally tired of the cloth whishing about her legs, Khani grabbed it in handfuls and strode to the Slytherin table. She plopped down, and her morning milk appeared. Cadence appeared immediately, as well. Though not on the table. She allowed herself a quick vision of him on the table. Absurd, but sexy. He had on a crooked smile, as if he could read and was undressing her thoughts. Then, with a rakish grin, he asked, "Are your lips really that kissable, or is it just the face they're on?"
"Good lardie, mister. Try a bit harder on the pick-up lines, would you? Though at least you didn't use my personal unfavorite: 'Crayola should patent the color in your eyes and call it Angel.'"
Cade smirked fabulously in her direction. "How about this one, ma cherie? Hello, my name is Hershey, so would you like a kiss?"
"Ugh. No, my name is Nestle, so go away before I make your bones go Crunch."
"Ah," he replied, "did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?"
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He replied quite glibly and addressed her as an afterthought, "Angel?"
"How are you doing?" a voice suddenly broke in.
Khani blinked. It was silver-eyes-the-Snake-king from yesterday. About to sip her milk and not steeled for a quippy answer, she replied reflexively: "Fine."
He smirked. "Yeah, babe, and you look fine, too."
Khani's milk spurted out of her mouth. All over the Malfoy.
"Limpiaticus returnum." He muttered. So much for that one. His hair immediately lost the soggy, milk-battered look as the charm returned his appearance to suave and certain. Though he'd certainly have to think up a better pick-up line.
~~~~~~
A white tank top, silvery-blue skirt, and two pink barrettes later, Iwai arrived at the doors of the Great Hall. Oddly enough, she got a sense of déjà vu, even without the luggage and pink feathers. Just something about the mass of starved pre-adulthood wizards melding with ancient teachers and poppingly good food, maybe. Her gaze flicked to bright red one-strapped top and a tight black leather skirt. A robe was huddled below her seat. Combat boots were certainly in order, as well. Iwai watched as Khani suddenly let out a spurt of milk all over that gray-eyed guy from yesterday. As she walked over to the Gryffindor table, the guy stared blankly at her twin and muttered a few words underneath his breath. In an instant, his sopping hair had returned to its impeccable gelled state. In spite of herself, Iwai was impressed. Not bad, for a guy.
Ron patted the seat between himself and Harry. "G'mornin', Iwai," he said cheerfully. "What'd you want on your plate today?"
"French toast."
At that, Iwai caught a glimpse of her sister with a startled gaze on her fiery face. Khani flashed a peace sign, their twinly symbol for "We've got to talk. And soon." Iwai nodded, told Ron, "Yo - I'll brb as in the 'be right back'." She sauntered randomly to the Great Hall doors, giving her twin a significant glance.
Khani downed the remnants of her udderly delish drink and set the glass down. "If you'll excuse me, guys. I've got a twin to catch." Her combat boots clunked on the floor.
The two beautiful gals met each other just outside the doors. First a stare, then a whoop! And a huge hug.
Khani was first to break in. "So.... What's with ordering ye olde egg- battered bread of the Frenchies?"
Iwai stared at her. "You know I love French toast. What's up?"
Khani turned red. "Oh. yea. I thought you were hinting at something."
Iwai's eyes widened. "Good lardie, Khani. So soon?"
"What?"
"You're practically screaming the info at me. Girlie, that's a bit on the fast side of the race track. Don't let your heart get trampled."
Khani groaned. "Iwai - it's so totally not like a big deal. And besides, he's, like, a Frenchie. They're so totally like open about anything physical-like."
Iwai shrugged. "Okai. though he's not really a Frenchie. I think his mom was a big movie actress in England - he looks a lot like Alyssa Cardiff; remember her flicks? Something about the wooden hat and the magic wand. or was it the magic hat and the wooden wand? No, that sounds decidedly odd. Eh, I can never remember these things. Anyway, you do realize that you just used 'like' four times in a torrent of abhorrent succession with no grammatical sense? Don't go too far off the edge. Yet, anyways." She paused. "Was he good?"
Khani heaved a dreamy sigh. "Babe, he was heavenly. Of the dark angel variety, with a hint of sin thrown in." She suddenly shook her head. "Dear lard. Am I that obvious? I thought I was playing it off rather charmingly, actually."
"It's only 'cuz I know you so well. Though I must admit, the milk spurt over the Malfoy was a few miles this side of interesting. I told him that he was playing with fire, but I never expected you to put him out. What happened?"
Instead of answering, Khani grinned. "How are you doing?"
"Confused."
"No, no. Answer like a normal person."
"Fine."
"Yea, baby, 'cuz you're sure lookin' mighty fine."
Iwai gaped. "Ohmigawd. He so totally did not pull that line."
Khani giggled. "He so totally did."
"You know," Iwai remarked thoughtfully, "my opinion of the platinum git has just gone up exponentially."
"Trust you to drag Math into this."
"Honey, it's Defense Against the Dark Arts that is my specialty."
"Yea, that and calculus and biology. Honestly, sweetie, even with that silvery lining, you're most definitely a nerd at heart."
Iwai grinned. "That's the way to be."
"Yea -- You just need to perfect your chemistry, and it might actually mix up a solution to any guy problems. So who's the rusty redhead you're sitting with?"
"Oh, sister dear. You've already gotten one dark and mysterious Frenchman. With long hair and a half-English, half-French accent to boot. Besides, I think I'll fix up Ron with someone else."
"Okai. So how about dark-haired Mr. Cat-eyes?"
"Harry? Um. maybe. He's sort of sexy. In a sweet, guy-next-door-yet-he- saved-the-world sort of way. And I don't know if his eyes are really 'catty'. it's more of a grassy or plant-ish sort of growing green."
"Mmm. I wonder how Cade would look in a fig leaf.."
"I look absolutely dashing, I assure you, Miss Lei," came the absolutely dashing chocolate-toned voice.
She turned red, then annoyed. "And did I ask an actual question, Mr. Cardiff? I think not. Why are you butting your beak into twinly affairs?"
"I simply bring a gentlemanly ...request. Would you both care to join Mr. Malfoy and myself? We've taken the liberty of magicking up the first meal of the day, highly important for the proper nutritional sustenance, you know. And yet, it's growing quite cold. If you ladies would solve that dilemma by taking breakfast with us, we would be much obliged." He offered an arm to each of them.
"In other words, they want in on our convo," whispered Iwai. They each took Cade's proffered arms and strolled towards the Slytherin table. As they passed by the Gryffs, Iwai said quietly to Harry, "Hei, guysie - See you in class, aiight?" Harry nodded. On his face was a slightly perplexed expression. Then he grinned and winked at her. As Iwai sat down with the snakes, she saw a pretty Chinese girl sit by Harry. His cheeks immediately matched his cherry pie.
Iwai smiled. The effect of her pearly whites on a certain serpent blondie was not lost on Khani. She saw Draco Malfoy give a start, then stare hotly at her twin for a split second. Then his perfect composure reasserted itself and he asked, "And how are you this morning, Miss Lei?"
"I believe I already answered that question, Mr. Malfoy." Khani grinned. "Let's quit the surname business and keep the Khani and Iwai shiznit goin' down. Otherwise, we'd both be paying you twice as much attention as you deserve each time you say 'Lei.'"
Draco smirked. "Perhaps that is why I enjoy all the connotations of your surname. It's 'beauty' in Hawaiian, isn't it?"
Iwai jumped into the conversation feet first. "Sure, why not? Though I think it's got something to do with the braids of flowers we usually use to greet people. The whole 'aloha' thing, you know."
Draco broke into a full grin. "You are so cute and beautiful."* The words came right out of his mouth. Not quite smooth on the writer's block, but dear heavens. had he really just said that aloud?
"Why, thanks. You are, too, you know." Iwai paused. "Do you feel weird if I say you're 'beautiful'?"
"It is a trifle odd, yes." A pause. Any safe subjects minus the blurting? "So. what do you do outside of school?"
"Um, I swim. And play field hockey. And read. A lot. And write. A lot. And duel. Was that it? "Oh yea, and I do kung fu. You?"
Write? Draco's eyes had gone blurry at that word. A writer? A beautiful silvery cherry-yet-practical-and-insane-yet-cute writer? Meanwhile, Khani had burst into the spattered convo.
"Yo - we should so form a kung fu or dueling club."
"Okai, let's. Right at lunch today? What do you have first?"
"Er. potions, I think. With Snap, or something."
"Snap? Like the sound you make with your fingers?"
"Yea. maybe."
Cade broke in. "It's Snape. We've got potions with the sixth-year Gryffindors."
"Oh, good." The twins responded in unison. Then looked at each other.
"We have got to stop doing that." Iwai remarked.
"You're such a dork." Khani agreed.
"Dorker." For the life of her, Iwai settled straight into the standard reply. (Yes, as sisters, we do say this. I know. It's definitely on the 'dorker' side.)
"Dorker? Maybe. but then you're porker."
A blank look.
"Because you were born in the year of the pig. Haha - you snort."
"Oh really? You snort louder, you know." Iwai was getting offended. She so did not snort.
"No, I don't. Snakes don't snort."
"Well, there is the hog-nosed snake."
"Ladies," came a deep, dark, Dove-promise-sort of voice. "I must insist on a brief hiatus, if you will?" They looked up into the whishing robes of the nearest professor. His voice contained the quality of drowning, though his nose would certainly have been a steady rock on which to hang on. "Quite a cliff, that one." Khani thought. Then she asked, "Iwai, what's a hiatus?"
"I'm not entirely sure - either a raucus hurly-burly hullabaloo or a pause."
Khani hesitated. "You do realize that those are two very different things."
Draco smirked. "It's a break. I believe Professor Snape is asking you to take one."
Iwai's eyes snapped to him. "If you can't say anything nice, dearie-boi, don't say anything at all. Give that forked tongue a rest. Sheesh."
Snape's eyes flickered with something vaguely like something found in parks with rollercoasters. (er. . . yea. Synonym for amusement? Couldn't think of one. Ah well.) "Gentlemen, ladies. I believe it is time for class. You would do best to arrive there in a timely fashion." And with a whirl, he disappeared.
A quick silence, then Iwai whispered, "Did you see a faint resemblance to Batman?"
Khani stared. "No, dear. I think you've got your movies confused. He looks to me like the Sheriff of Nottingham."
"Not the nose, the cloak bit. Though I guess everyone's got robes. Hmm. maybe you're right. His voice makes me want to yell, 'Help! I'm a fish.'"
Khani nodded. "Maybe. Some dark urging force." She shrugged and got up from her bowl of Lucky Charms. Amazing, the advertising in the wizard world. "Time to start being magically delicious, twin. See you in class."
*the "You are so beautiful and cute" is a direct quote from Ronnie! ( *muah!*