Chapter eleven:
Disclaimer: See any other chapter.
A/n: Okay, the regular muses are back, they chewed out of their ropes.
Harry and Ron turned around to see Tiny, Malik and Hamai come into the dining hall. Tiny and Malik were loudly fighting in some language about something, although the words "Oh hell no!" could clearly be deciphered every few sentences. They continued speaking very fast as Hamai walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"Hey, what's going on with those two?" Ron asked.
"Marrik make Tiny-yaki mad, Tiny-yaki retaliate." Hamai said. She grabbed three pancakes and poured syrup on them, then started eating them rapidly. Tiny and Malik continued fighting over at the Slytherin table while Hamai slurped away at some pumpkin juice like nothing was wrong.
"She must be used to this." Ron whispered to Harry.
"We'd better be quieter, people are starting to stare." Malik said. Sagira twitched, then sat down and filled her plate with food.
"I didn't though." she said in Egyptian.
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn'!" Sagira yelled back.
"Yes you did!"
"Geez-us!" Bakura said entering the room. He walked over to Sagira and Malik. "You can hear you two from the common room!" he said. "Do you even remember what your fighting about anymore?" he asked. Sagira and Malik screwed up their faces with concentration for a minute.
"Wasn't it about the last of the cookies?" Malik asked.
"Yeah, I think that was it." Sagira said.
"Oh, those really puffy cookies that were laying on the Gryffindor Common room couch?" Bakura asked.
"Who put them there?" Malik asked.
"Oh, they must have slipped from Sagira's pocket..." Bakura said looking a bit scared.
"You're a horrible liar." Sagira said, her eyes narrowing.
"Where are they?" Malik asked, cracking his knuckles in a threatening way.
"Um, I'm just going to go over to my table, and I'll get some MORE cookies for you after classes." he said backing up. "Okay?" he asked. Then he ran back to his table.
"Whew, that was fun!" Malik said.
"Yeah, no more distressing trips to the kitchens." Sagira said. "Now all we have to do is eye him like prey, make him feel really scared, and we're good for life." she said pouring pumpkin juice into a goblet for herself.
"By the way, do we HAVE anymore Anjos left?" Malik asked.
"In my room." Sagira said. She took a long drink from the goblet and started twirling the goblet in her hands, taking a long look at it.
"What's wrong?" Malik asked.
"This, it looks familiar." Sagira said. "Here," she handed him her bag. "I have to go owl someone, could you take my bag to...."
"Herbology?" Malik asked.
"Yeah! That." Sagira said. "I might be late, just tell the teacher I lost my way."
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Mokuba Kaiba was having a wonderful dream, something about a chocolate factory and girls in french maid costumes, when he heard a pecking sound that seemed so far away. His eyes flickered open and he saw....A HUGE OWL!!
"OH MY GOD!" he yelled. The owl let out a human like scream too. He noticed the letter and a package tied to the owls leg and pulled the windows open, letting the crisp Italian air flutter into the room. He pulled the bundle from the owls leg and opened the letter up, eating bits of the breakfast layed out on a table by his bed while his eyes scanned the cryptic Russian/French mix.
The owl hooted.
"Oh, you're probably waiting for your pay, huh?" he said. He went to his armoire and pulled out a twenty. "Here." he said, tying the money to its leg. The owl gave him a disapproving look and flew away. "Sagira, Sagira, what do you have now?" he said.
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"Well, Herbology was mildly boring." Malik said.
"Hey, I liked it." Sagira said. "A class about plants suits me. And after all these years stuck in those hellhole sewers and streets, if there's something I learned about, it's the different types of.." Sagira, noticing people were all around her used another word. "Grass." she said.
"What?" Malik asked. Sagira looked at him blankly.
"You don't know what I'm talking about?" she asked. She groaned and took out a marker from her bag, then went over to a wall and wrote the kanji for Marijuana. "See?" she asked.
"God, your japanese sucks!" Malik said. "You see, it should be written like this." he took the permanent marker and rewrote the kanji better. "See, like that." he said.
"Yes, I do see." Sagira and Malik turned around to face a stern looking Professor McGonagall. Both of the teens gulped audibly. "Defacing school property is a high offence, but since you two are new here, you shall be simply frowned upon." McGongall said. The two kids relaxed. "Frowned upon during your three nights of detention." McGongall continued.
"But that'll totally cut into the usual-" Malik covered Sagira's mouth with both hands.
"Uh...study time." he said. "We study like the whole night." he smiled and chuckled nervously.
"Well, as much as I like to see two students as comitted to their work as you two, you will report to the prefects' bathroom and clean off the floor, the walls and the toilets. Without wands." McGonagall said. Sagira gasped and said something (probably vile) to McGonagall though Malik's hands muffled what she said. But it sounded very much like "DISCRIMINATION!!". "So, you will report to my office and I will lead you to the prefects bathroom." Sagira substituted the yelling for glaring at the teacher as Malik removed his hand from her mouth. "Scourgify." McGongall said, the charm cleaned the wall of the marks. Then the teacher walked away.
"She's obviously the spawn of evil." Sagira said.
"Strange, I thought that was Bakura." Malik said. "Oh, and exactly WHY is Tiny being so liberal in your breaking of the rules?" he asked.
"She conked out about midway through Grass class." Sagira said. "So, Gryffind'er common or Slytherin common?" she asked in an offhand manner.
"I like Gryffindor, their's doesn't drip as much as ours." Malik said. Suddenly a booming voice rang through the corridors.
"ALL STUDENTS ARE TO REPORT TO THEIR COMMON ROOMS IMMEDIATELY!!" the voice said.
"What the hell?" Sagira cursed. "I dun wanna go back to that stupid common room! It's too cold!" she said.
"Come on, we can't risk getting another detention now can we?" Malik asked. Sagira nodded and they started walking to the common room. When they reached the common room five minutes later, all of the Slytherins were crowded inside.
"Whoa, what's with the house party?" Sagira asked. Professor Snape stood up in front of all of the students and cleared his throat, almost everybody turned his way.
"We are all gathered here because a student has recently gone missing...again." some murmurs were heard along the lines of "Missing? It's only the third day back!" and "Can't we EVER have a NORMAL school year?". "Yes, missing, we believe this is the work of..." Malik and Sagira respectfully tuned him out.
"Missing, that can't be good." Malik said. "Wonder what's going on." he said.
"Who is missing?!" Sagira yelled. Snape looked down on her.
"A student named-"
"It isn't a boy named Jamai Takamura is it?" Sagira asked.
"No." Snape said.
"I have no further inquiries." Sagira turned back to Malik as Snape continued on about how teachers would be leading kids to classes and how rules would be enforced. When the lecture was over, all of the kids went back to their rooms, and Tiny finally woke up from her nap. When Tiny reached her room and started searching in her bag for something to read, an owl perched itself on the window seal.
"Oh! Maybe it's from Jeremy!" one of the girls in her dorm (which she had never known the name of) squealed and ran to the owl, she picked up the letter, then threw it to Tiny. "It's for you." she said.
"Who would be owling me?" Tiny asked. She opened the envelope and found a ten page letter from Mokuba. She grabbed a piece of paper from her school bag and wrote out quickly. 'Haven't read the letter yet, where'd you get the owl?' then sent it with the owl. She was just beginning to read the letter (she was on the second page) when the owl came back with a quick scribble.
'I should ask you the same thing. And where'd you learn English?' Tiny grabbed a quill and scribbled on the back of the paper. 'Cliff notes: Magic. How'd it (the owl) get so fast?' she sent the owl back to Mokuba. It came back on page four with a lined paper reading. 'Steroids and "uppers". I suppose the magic your speaking of isn't Sennen item magic then?' Tiny wrote back. 'No. Now stop owling me, I need to read your first letter!' she sent it with the owl. The owl returned in a few moments with the same paper, and at the bottom Mokuba had scribbled: 'Fine then.' Tiny gave the owl a cookie and it flew off. Then she continued reading the letter. She didn't really pay much attention to the letter, seeing as it wasn't for her. Then she decided to go down to the kitchens and get something to eat. She grabbed an empty Hansen's Signature (a soda) from under the bed and started down to the common room.
"Well, the girl finally emerges." a low drawl came from the (leather) couch.
"Hello to you too, Malfoy." Tiny turned around and faced the blonde boy. He nodded towards the bottle. "Beer, so early in the day?" he asked. "I didn't see you after lunch." he said.
"I wasn't at lunch." Tiny said. "I'm not a big eater." she said.
[Hm...speaking of lunch, I'm kinda hungry. Can we get to the kitchens now?] Sagira asked with a yawn in her voice.
"What do you say we get lunch in my private quarters?" Malfoy asked.
[I'd rather dine with Seto Kaiba.] Sagira said. [SAY IT!!!]
[He doesn't know who Seto Kaiba is!] Tiny told the spirit.
"Sangria is only beer in TJ." Tiny ended up saying. "Now I should be going." She walked to the portrait hole and escaped the cold common room. "You can come out now, Hamai." The girl giggled as she came out from behind the corner.
"I didn't know the password." she said in her garbled-squeaky voice. "You're going to the kitchens?" she asked holding up an empty "Baseball" powdered donut wrapper. Hamai looked at the Hansen's bottle. "Beer? So early in the day?"
"I don't drink!" Tiny yelled. "Sangria's only beer in Tijuana. Now come on, unless you don't want your donuts." They walked down to the kitchens without a problem, they entered the kitchens to see the house elves rushing around preparing for dinner. When the creatures looked up at the girl and "boy" they immediately rushed to give them food. Pastries, ice cream, cookies, cakes... Then they finally asked for what they wanted to get in the first place. The Hansen's soda was considerably harder to get than the donuts because the house elves had to make it (well they couldn't exactly go and get it from the store could they?). But about an hour later, Hamai and Tiny emerged from the kitchens and started towards Slytherin Common room. Random bottles of soda and sweet smelling pastries were emerging from the girls pockets.
"Toupiti, are we going to go see The Convict of the Killer when it comes out?" Hamai asked.
"The Convict of the Killer?" Tiny looked at Hamai. "First of all, that doesn't come out till like March, where did you even hear about it; and second, it's R rated, no; and third, we'll be in this school." she said. "We can buy it on video in a year." she said.
"Thank you. What about Beautif-"
"No." Tiny said. "You're only allowed two R-rated movies a year, and I'm certain that you're not going to go spending your second movie on that B-rated geek-classic Beautiful Ghosts." The rest of the trip to the Gryffindor common room was quiet, until....
"Wait a minute, don't you have a class after lunch?" Hamai asked. Tiny grabbed her schedule out of her pocket.
"Uhh..." she studied it, then handed it to Hamai. "I cant read cursive too well." she said. Hamai scrutinized the schedule.
"History of Magic a hour after lunch!" Hamai squealed girlishly.
"Okay, okay, um...take this stuff." Tiny said, giving Hamai most of the food. "I'll go back and get my bag, send the stuff back at about two." Tiny said. She ran up to her dorm and grabbed her stuff and headed back down to History of Magic.
"Why hello Mrs. Jones, tardy I see, that'll be a detention." a ghost said when she got inside the classroom. Tiny looked around for a seat and finally sat down next to a Slytherin girl named Seka.
"Don't worry, nothing really ever happens in this class. Now is a good time to catch up on your beauty sleep." Seka said, laying her head on the table. Tiny nodded and took out a piece of paper to take notes with, but soon found herself falling asleep too.
DING! DING! DING!
Malik gathered all of his books and looked over at Tiny, still sleeping. He got up and kicked the girl.
"Get up!" he said. She looked around, a bit confused.
"Oh, God, I didn't drool, did I?" she asked.
"No, and you didn't snore." Malik said. "But the girl next to you did, and it was quite disturbing really." he said.
"Shut up." Tiny said, gathering her books. "This is the last class of the day, right?"
"Midnight, Astrology with the Gryffies." Malik said.
"Well, we'll get to see Yugi and Ryou, won't we?" she said.
"Yeah, it's that Potter kid and his groupies that I can't stand." Malik did a slightly disturbing impression of what looked like a cross between a fairy and a dancing goblin and said in a sickeningly sweet voice: "Oh! Look at me! I'm a dude who survived an unameable curse! Worship me! Worship me! My blind followers!" he mocked. Tiny stiffled a laugh.
"Come on, prancy, we've got homework to ignore." she said, walking ahead of the still "prancing" Malik.
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Meanwhile in a cave far, far away (supposedly in the Rocky Mountains).
"I can't believe you brought us here, Lucius. It's obvious there is NO source of great magic here." A shrill voice said.
"But, it was just here, I swear!" Lucius Malfoy said. "I had people come down here and look for it!" he said.
"Well it is obviously NOT HERE NOW!!" Voldemort said.
"But my lord, all of the detectors read-"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE DETECTORS READ! My magic is waning and I need MORE!!" Voldemort roared. He turned to a random deatheater and pinned the man to the wall. "Find me magic!" he snarled.
"Sir, we will find something for you." a small voice said, the Dark Lord looked down by his feet to see a quivering Wormtail.
"Do it NOW!" he yelled. He kicked Wormtail and let the random deatheater go. Lucius rushed over to more random, unimportant deatheaters and discussed something with them in hushed whispers. He walked back over to the furious Voldemort.
"Sir, I believe we have found something." Lucius said. He motioned to one of the Nameless Deatheaters who rushed over and handed him a golden book.
"I give you, The Book of Unexplained Magical Happenings and Appearences Throughout Known History." Lucius said. "Let us call it, the Bumhatkh." Voldemort's face shriveled into a scowl.
"I will NOT call an important book by some bum-hat-coat name!" he yelled. He grabbed the book and leafed through the pages. "So what, we've tried to trace down most of this stuff anyways." he said, idly putting his head on his hand as he leaned forward in his chair.
"No, but there is something in the back that we have not fully researched yet." Lucius said. "Well, we have, but our efforts came up fruitless." Voldemort looked up at his right-hand Deatheater with a confused face.
"And what in nine hells is that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"It means we found almost nothing, and the stuff we did find is complete crap." Lucius said.
"Oh." Voldemort said, he thrust the extremely old book at the pale-haired man. "Find me the page." he said.
"Well actually, Nott's group did find one of these items in Africa, not exactly sure where, but it was stolen by a--ahem, scantily clad woman."
"WHAT?"
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"Okay, class, settle down." Professor Weslin hurried into the classroom full of chattering children and walked quickly to the front of the room. "Now, as you can all see, I am your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. After that incident with that other teacher and those horses last year." she muttered.
"They were centaurs." Parvati Patil said, quite loudly. "There's one living in the school right now, his name's Firenze and he's...very handsome. Not just a common-"
"That's cool." Professor Weslin said. She walked over to Parvati and Lavender and looked at Parvati. "Now I'm sure we came here to learn something other than 'Cute guy in Phys Ed. 101'." She said. Parvati glared up at her but the professor was already at the front of the room.
"So, what will the curriculum be this year?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, you know, whatever I can cook up on the way to class. Isn't that the way all teachers work after all?" she laughed, then looked among the silent students. "That's a cue, you know, you all laugh at my extremely funny joke and sense of humor?" nothing. "Geez, tough class." she seated herself on her desk. "Okay, our first lesson will be the...er..." she looked at the class. "Are you guys allowed to teleport yet?" she asked.
"You mean Apparate?" Hermione asked. "Not until the end of this year." she said.
"Oh, okay." Professor Weslin picked up a book off of her table and leafed through it. "Okay," she paused on a page. "What do you know?" she asked.
"We need more practice on the Patronus!" Lavender said, her voice quivering.
"But that's high level magic, most people aren't able to do that until they're retirement age!" Professor Weslin said. "Okay, lets start with the countercurses for different kinds of magics." Weslin said.
"We already learned those!" Hermione said, raising her hand.
"But do you expect to protect yourself from a French muggle with a Globe of Amara with a common shield charm?" the professor asked. Hermione quieted.
"What kind of spells will we be learning?" Harry asked. Clutching his wand tightly.
"Different ones." she tapped his hand lightly. "Ones that don't usually require wands." she said. "I've got it. This year, we're learning hand magic, wands safely away in bags once you enter the classroom."
"Hand magic? But that's rarely practiced anymore." Hermione said.
"But it's still more effective than wand magic when you've lost your little stick of charmed wood." the professor walked to the front of the classroom and dropped her wand on the desk. "Lets start with simple ones, levitation and what-not. I'll need a volunteer, don't be shy now. Okay, since no one's willing to try, I'll have to pick randomly." she smiled at Ryou who smirked back. "Mr. Bakura wishes to try maybe?"
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A/n: sitting in fluffy armchair by the fire And that is where the chapter ends my friend. Exactly what was in the letter Mokuba sent to Sagira? What in nine hells is hand magic? And WHY am I talking like a mystery author? Time will tell, my friend, time will tell.
Nori: Oh stop it you big paloga!
Author: Oh shut up! Now lets start on the next chapter before i get angry fan mail!
Muses: Fine.
Slaith: Oh, but a question?
Author: What?
Slaith: What's with the Tiny-yaki thing at the beginning?
Author: pause err...care to take it away Nori?
Nori: I have no bleep'in idea.
Mairi: I know. I'm the one who thought of it of course.
Author: Of course, the muse of weird ideas. whispers she rarely comes out of her cave.
Mairi: shut up! Okay, the idea of the Tiny-yaki thing and the broken up grammer that Hamai uses, well...usually. Its that she know's english, but she, being young and stubborn, prefers to cling to things that she knows and loves, and in the days before she was charmed to speak english, she knew what Sagira was (the Yami of her cousin, Tiny) but she couldn't exactly pronounce it (she was, what, six?) so she settled for the name "Tiny" with the suffix of "Yaki", symbolizing that it is NOT Tiny but a different person who lives in Tiny's body.
Nori: ....whoa...
Slaith: silence
Author: OKAY!! And this concludes the chapter, hope you had a great time. I liked this one a little better then the other ones, lord knows i worked on it for like ever! Click on that wittle review button right there, you know you want to!!
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