Moga: Another chapter! I decided to shove the setting into the future,
along with last chapter. To put it simply, all the actual Harry Potter
people (or at least for right now) have graduated, Voldemort has been
defeat, or at least everyone thinks so, and some people will actually say
his name now. And the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher is mine, along
with the students, most of who won't have a major part. Anyway, this
chapter was kinda hard to write. Jenshai is mine, also. But I'm to sure
if I portray. . . Well, you'll have to read and see! Does anyone know
their real names? Thanks to ima hp freak for reviewing!
Jenshai walked down the street, literally. He walked right on the dashed yellow line, looking left and right at the broken, run down buildings. No one was around who he hadn't formed a reputation with. Everyone left him alone, or else he'd beat them up and rob them. It was harsh, but that was how he was raised. Plus, in this place, it was about the only way for anyone to survive.
He paused briefly at the end of the junkyard, scanning the area for anyone looking for parts. Seeing no one, he entered, pulling a hand through his dark brown hair. In the complete darkness, as no one paid to have lights installed in a junkyard, his abnormally red eyes glowed slightly. As he walked, on course for the other side of the junkyard where no one ever went, he pulled of his trench coat, ignoring the cold that came from walking around in a short sleeved, black shirt. His metal plated boots clucked against the ground as he neared his destination, a miserable shack of a house, with the roof starting to cave in. "Home sweet home," he muttered, one hand grabbing onto the strap of the blue satchel that ran diagonal to the bag at his side. He looked down, noticing the red letters that seemed to be on the ground. He knew they were sewn onto a black patch, one he had torn of his satchel strap as soon as had first gotten here. He kicked at it before opening the door to the house, if you could call it that.
The first thing he noticed was the massive pile of broken parts near the door. Gizmo had gone hunting for equipment, apparently. The short kid was actually there, now, pouring over his findings, fixing what he could. "Hey, you fix dreams, too?" he asked the techno prodigy.
"Buzz off, Hairball," was the annoyed reply he got.
"Yeah, whatever." He had stopped making come backs, for the most part, a long time ago. It wasn't worth it, and it only tore their makeshift team apart even more. He couldn't seem to get along with any of them. Well, Jinx was okay. Her powers were neat, too. But, she called him Kitty as a nickname.
He changed into a form he preferred over this human one he used outside the junkyard, a red cat. He scurried deeper into the house to find either Jinx or a place to nap. He found Jinx first, or maybe she found him. She smiled slightly when she saw him, inviting him to sit down. Jenshai jumped up next to her, as she turned to him. "Find any good scraps today, Kitty?" Jenshai scowled and pulled his ears back. She had gotten into the highly annoying habit of talking to him like he was a cat. He let it go after a few seconds worth of pouting, and changed into the form he was born into, causing him to hurt his back as he couldn't sit the way he had been anymore.
He got up, stretching his clawed hands and feet, and stalled with his answer by examining his blue fur. "I found some stuff," he finally answered.
Jinx rolled her unusual, pink, cat-slit eyes. "Something tells me you didn't FIND 'stuff'."
Jenshai shrugged. "Stealing, finding, same thing. I found the people anyway."
"How much did you get?" Jinx asked him.
"Eh. Five hundred dollars or so. Pretty good, considering people around here don't own dirt," he said, sticking his tongue out momentarily and squinting is yellow, cat-slit eyes.
Jinx smirked. "We're not going to need it."
"Really? I thought we were rock poor." Jinx gave him a small push and he laughed. "Fine, fine. Why?"
"Slade got us into some freaky school for Wizards. Weirdest thing I've ever heard of."
"Meh. I've heard odder. So, what's the catch? Man, I hate that guy! There's ALWAYS a catch. . ."
Jinx shrugged. "We just have to the destroy the Titans. A miracle happened and they got in."
"Oh. That shouldn't be much of a catch. You three usually try to do that anyway."
"Like you said there's always a catch."
"Huh?"
"Catch, your coming with us."
Jenshai stared at her. "You've got to be joking. Tell me your joking. I don't work for that guy! He can't due this!"
Jinx shook her head. "Don't go against him. He'll get you back."
Jenshai huffed, "Fine, I'll go. My cover may be gone, but I'll make a new one, if I have to. 'Sides, it might be fun! I can torture gizmo with magic and stuff like that!"
Jinx shot him 'the look'. "I thought we were a team," she said flatly.
"So? I still hate him," Jenshai replied.
"Here's your letter, Kitty," Jinx said as she handed Jenshai his letter.
"Thanks Jinx," he said, taking the letter to his room to read.
Moga: This one's a lot shorter than the last chapter, but I don't have as much to say. So, what do you think? Any suggestion for Jenshai to make sure he's not boring? Comments, complaints, criticism?
Jenshai walked down the street, literally. He walked right on the dashed yellow line, looking left and right at the broken, run down buildings. No one was around who he hadn't formed a reputation with. Everyone left him alone, or else he'd beat them up and rob them. It was harsh, but that was how he was raised. Plus, in this place, it was about the only way for anyone to survive.
He paused briefly at the end of the junkyard, scanning the area for anyone looking for parts. Seeing no one, he entered, pulling a hand through his dark brown hair. In the complete darkness, as no one paid to have lights installed in a junkyard, his abnormally red eyes glowed slightly. As he walked, on course for the other side of the junkyard where no one ever went, he pulled of his trench coat, ignoring the cold that came from walking around in a short sleeved, black shirt. His metal plated boots clucked against the ground as he neared his destination, a miserable shack of a house, with the roof starting to cave in. "Home sweet home," he muttered, one hand grabbing onto the strap of the blue satchel that ran diagonal to the bag at his side. He looked down, noticing the red letters that seemed to be on the ground. He knew they were sewn onto a black patch, one he had torn of his satchel strap as soon as had first gotten here. He kicked at it before opening the door to the house, if you could call it that.
The first thing he noticed was the massive pile of broken parts near the door. Gizmo had gone hunting for equipment, apparently. The short kid was actually there, now, pouring over his findings, fixing what he could. "Hey, you fix dreams, too?" he asked the techno prodigy.
"Buzz off, Hairball," was the annoyed reply he got.
"Yeah, whatever." He had stopped making come backs, for the most part, a long time ago. It wasn't worth it, and it only tore their makeshift team apart even more. He couldn't seem to get along with any of them. Well, Jinx was okay. Her powers were neat, too. But, she called him Kitty as a nickname.
He changed into a form he preferred over this human one he used outside the junkyard, a red cat. He scurried deeper into the house to find either Jinx or a place to nap. He found Jinx first, or maybe she found him. She smiled slightly when she saw him, inviting him to sit down. Jenshai jumped up next to her, as she turned to him. "Find any good scraps today, Kitty?" Jenshai scowled and pulled his ears back. She had gotten into the highly annoying habit of talking to him like he was a cat. He let it go after a few seconds worth of pouting, and changed into the form he was born into, causing him to hurt his back as he couldn't sit the way he had been anymore.
He got up, stretching his clawed hands and feet, and stalled with his answer by examining his blue fur. "I found some stuff," he finally answered.
Jinx rolled her unusual, pink, cat-slit eyes. "Something tells me you didn't FIND 'stuff'."
Jenshai shrugged. "Stealing, finding, same thing. I found the people anyway."
"How much did you get?" Jinx asked him.
"Eh. Five hundred dollars or so. Pretty good, considering people around here don't own dirt," he said, sticking his tongue out momentarily and squinting is yellow, cat-slit eyes.
Jinx smirked. "We're not going to need it."
"Really? I thought we were rock poor." Jinx gave him a small push and he laughed. "Fine, fine. Why?"
"Slade got us into some freaky school for Wizards. Weirdest thing I've ever heard of."
"Meh. I've heard odder. So, what's the catch? Man, I hate that guy! There's ALWAYS a catch. . ."
Jinx shrugged. "We just have to the destroy the Titans. A miracle happened and they got in."
"Oh. That shouldn't be much of a catch. You three usually try to do that anyway."
"Like you said there's always a catch."
"Huh?"
"Catch, your coming with us."
Jenshai stared at her. "You've got to be joking. Tell me your joking. I don't work for that guy! He can't due this!"
Jinx shook her head. "Don't go against him. He'll get you back."
Jenshai huffed, "Fine, I'll go. My cover may be gone, but I'll make a new one, if I have to. 'Sides, it might be fun! I can torture gizmo with magic and stuff like that!"
Jinx shot him 'the look'. "I thought we were a team," she said flatly.
"So? I still hate him," Jenshai replied.
"Here's your letter, Kitty," Jinx said as she handed Jenshai his letter.
"Thanks Jinx," he said, taking the letter to his room to read.
Moga: This one's a lot shorter than the last chapter, but I don't have as much to say. So, what do you think? Any suggestion for Jenshai to make sure he's not boring? Comments, complaints, criticism?