STUPID JELLO!!
Pudding was not meant to be chewy. grr.
Chappie Six!! Defense against the Dark Arts with Isis! Go me!
"Good morning, Gryffindor." Isis laughed softly to herself. "I'm sorry, this is a bit strange for me. But anyway, I'm Isis Ishtar, your new Defense against the Dark Arts instructor. I trust this class to be one of my better-behaved ones. I have heard good things--and bad things, but considering there was only one professor who had anything bad to say, I'm going with majority vote. Now, this year, we're going to be going over several new things." Her voice went serious, making the three foreign boy's smiles go wider. They knew what was coming next, they could see the glint in her eyes.
"You can't do everything with a wand. Up till you're of age, you really can't unless it's life threatening. Do you think a simple Shield Charm could block a bullet? Will disillusionment mystify a true marksman?" She threw a knife quickly, not a millimeter from Dean Thomas's shoe. Everyone gasped. "Were you scared?" She asked simply. Dean looked at the knife, and then back at her.
"Are you mad?!" He exclaimed angrily. Isis just smiled wider.
"You shouldn't have been. First, it would be illegal for me to hurt a student. Second, look where the knife would have hit. Your foot, and the very side of it at that. Madam Pomfrey could patch that up in two seconds! That's what I'm talking about!" She threw another one, this one directly above Lavender Browns head. "Now, she, on the other hand, had every right to be at least a bit worried about a miss. Quite frankly, I would be too. She doesn't know how good I am. All she knows is that I brushed the top of her head and it probably didn't feel too good." There was a soft murmur of a laugh. "Malik's done that a few times to me. I'm extremely lucky he's only missed once, but it was on the opposite side of me." Hermione raised her hand.
"What about the new ones, they haven't caught up with us." She pointed out. Isis nodded.
"I know. They will be taking extra classes on the last two years, as the first two years were a joke." This was followed by a much larger amount of laughter. "And I'm glad to assure you that I promise there will be no reading of Lockhart this year. I'm afraid I would faint of the brightness of the smile that burns of a thousands Egyptian suns!" As soon as the class settled down, her face went serious again.
"But anyway, it's very important you know what you're doing. There is absolutely no messing around in this class, because it could indeed result in a serious injury. You'll notice I didn't assign anyone any books, and I hope I can keep it all hands on, because it is the best way to work. We will work on some things that many adults can't do, like conjuring a corporeal Patronus, or assisting in stunning a dragon." She stopped and looked her younger brother in the eye. "No you don't. Either put that away or hand it over!" She hissed. Malik looked slightly hurt as he shifted in his seat.
"Anyway, since I'm not much of a time waster, we'll be working on stunning today. I want you to get in pairs to work on this." She instructed simply as she got her own wand out. "Stupefy!" She cried at a nearby mouse, which fainted mid-scurry. "As you can see, it's not that hard, and is commonly used for nearly anything that needs stopped. To reverse the spell, you do the same thing, but say, 'Ennervate'. " And with that, she sat down at her desk, studying the same book she appeared to be reading last night.
Ryou, of course, immediately caught Malik, rather afraid of being paired with Yugi or Seto, who, meanwhile, were glaring at each other with extreme dislike. Malik laughed softly.
"I almost feel sorry for them." He chuckled, watching the two refuse to move. Ryou got his wand out and tried it first on Malik.
"Stupefy!" He pointed his wand and yelled, but nothing happened. Looking slightly confused, he pointed and tried again, but to no avail, Malik still stood there, awake as ever.
~~You're not trying hard enough.~~ Bakura told him.
~Shut up, like you know~ Ryou answered, getting red in the face. "Faint, dammit!" He yelled, and out came an incredible burst of black lightning- like energy, heading straight for Malik. Everyone turned and looked at him. It wasn't often a bit of magic like a stunning spell sent a terrible chill up your spine. Malik, however, stood there, his mouth open wide. Isis looked up from her book, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"Oh." She said softly, realizing what had happened. "Well, not so powerful then, you could end up hurting someone. And kindly use the incantation instead of whatever you said." Ryou nodded, still astonished at what he had managed to do. He had never had that much shadow energy before then, and even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to use it. He looked up at Malik, as though to make sure he was alright. Both Yugi and Seto were rather in awe at the boy's power as well. Since when had Ryou been able to do anything more than summon a monster or two out of the shadow realm?
"Uh. Stupefy!" He said, repeating the same process. To his surprise, along with everyone else's, Malik immediately hit the floor, his eyes still open. "Er. wow."
"What did I tell you! I said that there was something different about those people, didn't I?! No average person would have been able to send a Shadow Curse like that flying, especially not on their first real encounter with magic!" Hermione told Ron and Harry stubbornly.
"Yeah," said Harry. "But they seem nice enough, don't they? It's not like they're working for Voldemort, like I told you. I would have felt it by now!" He insisted. He really didn't know why he was defending them, though. He didn't even really know them, and his cousin, Ryou, already freaked him out a bit. But he felt like he had to, like there was no other option. He did know, though, that he had to protect them, no matter the cost, no matter the reason. As realization struck him, he fell to his knees, clutching his forehead.
"Harry?! Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione inquired.
"Something's.wrong. he's. upset. " He managed before falling further to his knees. "Someone. has. to be. punished. his plan. something went wrong." Hermione and Ron looked at each other, worried.
"We need to get him to Dumbledore." Ron stated the obvious. At that point, hearing something wrong, the four foreign teens ran up to the three. Yugi, as though by instinct, threw everything he was holding at Malik and put his hand on the taller boy's scar. He looked to his friends, and his eyes went wide.
"Malik. this is bad, come help!" The boy cried. When Malik didn't make a move, Ryou quickly went and shoved Yugi out of the way. "Ryou, no, you can't!" said Yugi, watching Ryou wince slightly.
"What are you doing! No, get away!" Hermione tried to shoo the boys away, who just rolled their eyes.
"Relax, we're only helping him handle the pain. Ryou, cut it out, you know we won't let you." Malik told them simply, trying to push a rather resolved Ryou away. When Ryou refused to budge, he just sat down. "Just forget it Yugi. He's being stubborn, let him. If he wants the pain again, just lay off and allow him to reopen old wounds." He stressed this, patting Ryou's left shoulder. Ryou just gave Malik a look of disgust and let him take over.
"Prat." He said. Malik smiled sheepishly.
"I was willing to let you go on and bleed half to death." He told the white-haired teen coldly. Ryou just sat there, apparently upset. "Okay, let me see. There's this tall guy with a Michael Jackson-type voice, ew, red eyes, that's nice. And there's this little Ghoul-thing laying on the ground screaming. Make any sense to you, Yugi?" The spiky-haired boy shook his head.
"You know who?" Ron asked Harry. The boy nodded.
"No, I don't know who." said Malik sardonically.
"Voldemort." Harry answered, pulling away from the blonde.
"Volt-what?" Malik and Seto said at the same time.
"Voldemort, the dark lord." Harry went on. "And he was using the Cruciatus Curse, a torturing spell, on a Death Eater. Why'd you call it a ghoul?"
"Long story." Ryou said briskly. "You guys know what this means?" Ryou's eyebrows went up.
"Batsu." Yugi guessed. Ryou shook his head.
"Well, I guess we could, but what would be the fun in that? I say we freak him out first by sending out a few monsters, and then we get revenge, because, Malik, I think you've been gone, what, six months, and this old bat waltzes in and takes your place! They've even got similar disguises!" Ryou got excited.
"Yeah, but he may not get too freaked out by a little blonde running after him!" Seto started. "I never was, and my arch-rival was his target. And then he took over my puppy." He whined.
"So, we got him back." Yugi said. "But I wish you had kept Anzu. Anyway, I say the yamis go after him and we sit at home and watch. That's what I pretty much ended up doing in battle city.." He was cut off by a stern look from the two other item holders.
"Well, I suggest we shut up and get to class, I really don't want detention on my first day."
Meanwhile, Harry, Ron and Hermione stood and watched them plan and argue. Ron shook his head in defeat.
"I don't even think they know who they're talking about." He moaned. Hermione, though, looked interested.
"You know, I'm not so sure they don't. They look like they know what they're doing, they wouldn't be able to laugh if they didn't. And look, Ryou's the only one halfway serious now. " She pointed out. "Although I don't get what they said about wounds reopening, what do you think they were really doing, you know, when they put their hand on your scar?" Harry thought for a moment.
"Well. my scar stopped hurting, and I think they said something about handling the pain. The vision stopped flashing, it got clearer.. It was as though he could read my mind. Like they could get the vision as well when they put their hand up there. And the pain did dull, quite a bit. Do you think maybe they were like, transferring part of the pain to themselves. I think that's what they meant about reopening old wounds. Didn't you see Malik's arm start to bleed by the time he was done?" Hermione stopped for second.
"But that's not a very ordinary power! Rarer than being able to speak Parseltongue! I don't think even Dumbledore can do it!" Hermione cried.
"I wonder if any of them can speak Parseltongue." said Harry thoughtfully.
"Wouldn't surprise me if that one.. Malik, I think, could. I think he really should have been a Slytherin, he acts like one, that mordant tone of his!" Ron muttered scornfully. Harry smiled despite himself.
"Yeah, but the hat must have had a good reason to put him in Gryffindor!" Hermione defended.
"Ooh, creepy dungeon, this'll be fun!" Malik said, taking a quick glance at his surroundings. Overhearing this, Neville came up to the boys.
"You're definitely new, because everyone knows that Snape's lessons are anything but fun." He said mournfully. This just made Malik grin all the wider.
"Well, I suppose two can play at that game." He answered mischievously. Or at least, he thought, until he saw the potions master. "Oh god, Ryou, I am so sorry, I promise, it'll never happen again, oh Ryou, I know what you're thinking, I am such a jerk!" Ryou cut him off with a wave of his hand.
"I can't pay attention to the both of you at once!" He hissed.
"Oh.." Malik whispered softly, realizing that Bakura must be apologizing as well.
"Okay, what the heck are you two so sorry about, now?" But he didn't need to ask anymore, because the look on his teacher's face told him exactly what must have happened. "Oh great!" He muttered to Malik. "He thinks I'm mad, doesn't he!" Malik flushed.
"I think so."
Ryou immediately slipped into the classroom and went straight to a desk next to Malik's. ~Okay, 'Kura. You got some explaining to do!~ The boy frowned inwardly. ~Oh! What did you do this time? Did you try to send him to the shadow realm, or what? Or did you take over, realized you were in trouble, and leave my body lifeless?~
~~Uh. actually, both.~~ Ryou blinked a few times.
~You just wait. oh, god, you just wait! How am I going to convince him that I'm not crazy? Or maybe that someone was taking over my mind? Actually, that would sort of be the truth, but that's not the point! Oh, I would tell Yami if I knew he wouldn't bug me about it. God!!~ No one could see this mental battle on the outside, though. He appeared to be listening intently to every word the professor said. But Malik, Yugi, and Seto knew better. It became rather obvious to them once the teacher was finished giving instructions, and he was still staring straight ahead. Malik slapped the back of his head.
"Hey, you're already in trouble!" The teen hissed. "Oh, nevermind." He said dejectedly. 'Maybe I am crazy.' The boy thought to himself. "What are we doing?" He asked after a second.
"So anyway, now I'm sure the bloke thinks I'm a madman now!" Ryou complained to his friends. Seto laughed softly.
"Oh well. I'm sure he'll be told once Isis decides it's safe to tell the headmaster. Don't worry about it, I'm sure plenty of people think of me as a madman. Does it look like I really care?"
"I don't think you have too much to worry about. I mean, he didn't really see Bakura, now did he? Had you split, that would have been a problem." Yugi assured him. They were in Transfiguration, which was certainly noisy enough to have a conversation. Ryou was trying to concentrate on his tortoise, though. All the others at least looked remotely like a teakettle. All he and his friends had managed to do was get a nasty bite.
"Look, I think it's got like, a rose or something on it's shell, look!" Malik pointed to a spot on the shell, but just sighed after closer examination. "Nevermind, that's where Yugi scratched it." He said dolefully, poking it. Yugi, apparently frustrated, practically threw his wand at the tortoise, which seemed to disappear instantly.
"My bet's Greenland." Seto said.
"Nah, it's probably being fed to a certain bug by now." Yugi answered. "I can't believe that, when was the last time I sent something there!" He said, angry.
"I think I might have sent a mop to the shadow realm this morning, if it's any consolation." The other boys looked at Malik, as though he were crazy. He shrugged. "Well, I was mad at Ryou, right. And the mop looked just like Ryou's head from behind." Ryou rolled his eyes.
"Professor McGonagall!" He raised his hand. "I think we're going to need a new turtle. and maybe a trip to Madam Pomfrey, that bite looks awful nasty Malik." The professor walked over.
"Oh, yes, go on, Ishtar. you too, Bakura.." She said distractedly.
"Wow Ryou. Never knew you were one to skive!" Malik told Ryou sarcastically. The other boy smiled softly.
"Yeah. you'd be surprised." He answered, apparently distracted over something as well. "You know, we've got divination next. think it'd be cheating if I. well, kind of cheated?" Malik's eyes twinkled.
"There are no rules against it!" He replied excitedly. "Only if I can use it some too, though!"
"Who said anything about that? I'm the one who took it. well, not really, but still, it's mine and Bakura's only, mm-hmm!" Malik blinked.
"Pumpkin juice getting to your head or something, Ry'? That 'mm-hmm!' sounds familiar, but not from you." He trailed off, looking at a portrait. "Now that's art, look, Ryou, it looks just like Yugi's head!" The two laughed, looking at some sort of odd fruit.
"Oh, yeah, I'm not sure who I stole it from. study-buddy's what comes to mind. Wait a minute, where's Madam Pomfrey's office? I think we're lost. "
"Bit obvious. Hey, you! The knight guy!" He ran up to a picture of a blond knight. "You know where Madam Pomfrey is?" He asked desperately. The knight looked at him for a second, and then brandished his sword at him.
"Back, ye knave!" He said. Malik raised an eyebrow.
"Come here, Ryou! I think we've found that Sir Cadegon Harry was talking about!" He motioned for Ryou to come. "Seems crazy enough, doesn't he?"
"I think that's him, yeah. But I wouldn't really know. I've never met a mad knight before. They were before my time. or after, I'm really not sure about that one." He trailed off. "You know, I think we'd be best asking a student somewhere, I don't particularly like the idea of relying on a picture." Malik nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, you're probably right. But that doesn't seem like you. You're supposed to be the trusting dunderhead." Ryou glared at him.
"What do you mean, 'trusting dunderhead!!!' I am not a trusting dunderhead!!" Malik held up his hands defensively.
"Hey! Hey, that's not my name, that's Seto's, get mad at him, not me! I was just being the copycat, like always!!" He cried, covering his head. Ryou put his own hands down but kept a death glare on Malik.
"I think that's it. Several people are nursing wounds outside it." Ryou pointed to a line of people, who were indeed nursing all sorts of various injuries, including an understatement of buckteeth, something that made a boy's nose swell to the size of a small watermelon, and a rather large gash on the side of a girl's arm spelling out 'SNEAK'. Malik chuckled.
"Well, I imagine that now I've seen everything."
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Kenshin: Ugh. why'd you bring me here *now*! I was about to defeat Sheshio! (That how it spelled?) Me: Cause I'm the authoress and I can do whatever I want, that's why!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ryou: Well. it's official. we've lost her. Kurama: Well. better at the end of a chapter, I suppose. Random Fangirl: OOH!! BISHIES!!! Kurama: *rolls eyes and throws a bunch of death seeds* Move and die. Kenshin: HELLO!! 1867, JAPAN STILL NEEDS SAVING!!! EXCUSE ME!!! Me: Not right now it doesn't. Yahiko's your apprentice, he can hold Sheshio off for a while!! Others: *sweatdrop* Kenshin: IT IS MY DUTY TO STOP SHESHIO, PEOPLE COULD DIE, YAHIKO COULD DIE, AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T SEND ME BACK!! Me: WATCH IT, BATOSAI!! I'm the authoress, trust me, I wouldn't dare let cute little Yahiko die! Maybe Aioshi, but never little Yahiko!! ^__^ Fred: Who's Yahiko? George: Or Aioshi? Kenshin: AH!!! STICK THINGIES!!! I'M GONNA DIE!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! wait. *looks at sword, then at the wands* Heh he heh!
This has been a random moment with the bishies!
Chappie Six!! Defense against the Dark Arts with Isis! Go me!
"Good morning, Gryffindor." Isis laughed softly to herself. "I'm sorry, this is a bit strange for me. But anyway, I'm Isis Ishtar, your new Defense against the Dark Arts instructor. I trust this class to be one of my better-behaved ones. I have heard good things--and bad things, but considering there was only one professor who had anything bad to say, I'm going with majority vote. Now, this year, we're going to be going over several new things." Her voice went serious, making the three foreign boy's smiles go wider. They knew what was coming next, they could see the glint in her eyes.
"You can't do everything with a wand. Up till you're of age, you really can't unless it's life threatening. Do you think a simple Shield Charm could block a bullet? Will disillusionment mystify a true marksman?" She threw a knife quickly, not a millimeter from Dean Thomas's shoe. Everyone gasped. "Were you scared?" She asked simply. Dean looked at the knife, and then back at her.
"Are you mad?!" He exclaimed angrily. Isis just smiled wider.
"You shouldn't have been. First, it would be illegal for me to hurt a student. Second, look where the knife would have hit. Your foot, and the very side of it at that. Madam Pomfrey could patch that up in two seconds! That's what I'm talking about!" She threw another one, this one directly above Lavender Browns head. "Now, she, on the other hand, had every right to be at least a bit worried about a miss. Quite frankly, I would be too. She doesn't know how good I am. All she knows is that I brushed the top of her head and it probably didn't feel too good." There was a soft murmur of a laugh. "Malik's done that a few times to me. I'm extremely lucky he's only missed once, but it was on the opposite side of me." Hermione raised her hand.
"What about the new ones, they haven't caught up with us." She pointed out. Isis nodded.
"I know. They will be taking extra classes on the last two years, as the first two years were a joke." This was followed by a much larger amount of laughter. "And I'm glad to assure you that I promise there will be no reading of Lockhart this year. I'm afraid I would faint of the brightness of the smile that burns of a thousands Egyptian suns!" As soon as the class settled down, her face went serious again.
"But anyway, it's very important you know what you're doing. There is absolutely no messing around in this class, because it could indeed result in a serious injury. You'll notice I didn't assign anyone any books, and I hope I can keep it all hands on, because it is the best way to work. We will work on some things that many adults can't do, like conjuring a corporeal Patronus, or assisting in stunning a dragon." She stopped and looked her younger brother in the eye. "No you don't. Either put that away or hand it over!" She hissed. Malik looked slightly hurt as he shifted in his seat.
"Anyway, since I'm not much of a time waster, we'll be working on stunning today. I want you to get in pairs to work on this." She instructed simply as she got her own wand out. "Stupefy!" She cried at a nearby mouse, which fainted mid-scurry. "As you can see, it's not that hard, and is commonly used for nearly anything that needs stopped. To reverse the spell, you do the same thing, but say, 'Ennervate'. " And with that, she sat down at her desk, studying the same book she appeared to be reading last night.
Ryou, of course, immediately caught Malik, rather afraid of being paired with Yugi or Seto, who, meanwhile, were glaring at each other with extreme dislike. Malik laughed softly.
"I almost feel sorry for them." He chuckled, watching the two refuse to move. Ryou got his wand out and tried it first on Malik.
"Stupefy!" He pointed his wand and yelled, but nothing happened. Looking slightly confused, he pointed and tried again, but to no avail, Malik still stood there, awake as ever.
~~You're not trying hard enough.~~ Bakura told him.
~Shut up, like you know~ Ryou answered, getting red in the face. "Faint, dammit!" He yelled, and out came an incredible burst of black lightning- like energy, heading straight for Malik. Everyone turned and looked at him. It wasn't often a bit of magic like a stunning spell sent a terrible chill up your spine. Malik, however, stood there, his mouth open wide. Isis looked up from her book, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"Oh." She said softly, realizing what had happened. "Well, not so powerful then, you could end up hurting someone. And kindly use the incantation instead of whatever you said." Ryou nodded, still astonished at what he had managed to do. He had never had that much shadow energy before then, and even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to use it. He looked up at Malik, as though to make sure he was alright. Both Yugi and Seto were rather in awe at the boy's power as well. Since when had Ryou been able to do anything more than summon a monster or two out of the shadow realm?
"Uh. Stupefy!" He said, repeating the same process. To his surprise, along with everyone else's, Malik immediately hit the floor, his eyes still open. "Er. wow."
"What did I tell you! I said that there was something different about those people, didn't I?! No average person would have been able to send a Shadow Curse like that flying, especially not on their first real encounter with magic!" Hermione told Ron and Harry stubbornly.
"Yeah," said Harry. "But they seem nice enough, don't they? It's not like they're working for Voldemort, like I told you. I would have felt it by now!" He insisted. He really didn't know why he was defending them, though. He didn't even really know them, and his cousin, Ryou, already freaked him out a bit. But he felt like he had to, like there was no other option. He did know, though, that he had to protect them, no matter the cost, no matter the reason. As realization struck him, he fell to his knees, clutching his forehead.
"Harry?! Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione inquired.
"Something's.wrong. he's. upset. " He managed before falling further to his knees. "Someone. has. to be. punished. his plan. something went wrong." Hermione and Ron looked at each other, worried.
"We need to get him to Dumbledore." Ron stated the obvious. At that point, hearing something wrong, the four foreign teens ran up to the three. Yugi, as though by instinct, threw everything he was holding at Malik and put his hand on the taller boy's scar. He looked to his friends, and his eyes went wide.
"Malik. this is bad, come help!" The boy cried. When Malik didn't make a move, Ryou quickly went and shoved Yugi out of the way. "Ryou, no, you can't!" said Yugi, watching Ryou wince slightly.
"What are you doing! No, get away!" Hermione tried to shoo the boys away, who just rolled their eyes.
"Relax, we're only helping him handle the pain. Ryou, cut it out, you know we won't let you." Malik told them simply, trying to push a rather resolved Ryou away. When Ryou refused to budge, he just sat down. "Just forget it Yugi. He's being stubborn, let him. If he wants the pain again, just lay off and allow him to reopen old wounds." He stressed this, patting Ryou's left shoulder. Ryou just gave Malik a look of disgust and let him take over.
"Prat." He said. Malik smiled sheepishly.
"I was willing to let you go on and bleed half to death." He told the white-haired teen coldly. Ryou just sat there, apparently upset. "Okay, let me see. There's this tall guy with a Michael Jackson-type voice, ew, red eyes, that's nice. And there's this little Ghoul-thing laying on the ground screaming. Make any sense to you, Yugi?" The spiky-haired boy shook his head.
"You know who?" Ron asked Harry. The boy nodded.
"No, I don't know who." said Malik sardonically.
"Voldemort." Harry answered, pulling away from the blonde.
"Volt-what?" Malik and Seto said at the same time.
"Voldemort, the dark lord." Harry went on. "And he was using the Cruciatus Curse, a torturing spell, on a Death Eater. Why'd you call it a ghoul?"
"Long story." Ryou said briskly. "You guys know what this means?" Ryou's eyebrows went up.
"Batsu." Yugi guessed. Ryou shook his head.
"Well, I guess we could, but what would be the fun in that? I say we freak him out first by sending out a few monsters, and then we get revenge, because, Malik, I think you've been gone, what, six months, and this old bat waltzes in and takes your place! They've even got similar disguises!" Ryou got excited.
"Yeah, but he may not get too freaked out by a little blonde running after him!" Seto started. "I never was, and my arch-rival was his target. And then he took over my puppy." He whined.
"So, we got him back." Yugi said. "But I wish you had kept Anzu. Anyway, I say the yamis go after him and we sit at home and watch. That's what I pretty much ended up doing in battle city.." He was cut off by a stern look from the two other item holders.
"Well, I suggest we shut up and get to class, I really don't want detention on my first day."
Meanwhile, Harry, Ron and Hermione stood and watched them plan and argue. Ron shook his head in defeat.
"I don't even think they know who they're talking about." He moaned. Hermione, though, looked interested.
"You know, I'm not so sure they don't. They look like they know what they're doing, they wouldn't be able to laugh if they didn't. And look, Ryou's the only one halfway serious now. " She pointed out. "Although I don't get what they said about wounds reopening, what do you think they were really doing, you know, when they put their hand on your scar?" Harry thought for a moment.
"Well. my scar stopped hurting, and I think they said something about handling the pain. The vision stopped flashing, it got clearer.. It was as though he could read my mind. Like they could get the vision as well when they put their hand up there. And the pain did dull, quite a bit. Do you think maybe they were like, transferring part of the pain to themselves. I think that's what they meant about reopening old wounds. Didn't you see Malik's arm start to bleed by the time he was done?" Hermione stopped for second.
"But that's not a very ordinary power! Rarer than being able to speak Parseltongue! I don't think even Dumbledore can do it!" Hermione cried.
"I wonder if any of them can speak Parseltongue." said Harry thoughtfully.
"Wouldn't surprise me if that one.. Malik, I think, could. I think he really should have been a Slytherin, he acts like one, that mordant tone of his!" Ron muttered scornfully. Harry smiled despite himself.
"Yeah, but the hat must have had a good reason to put him in Gryffindor!" Hermione defended.
"Ooh, creepy dungeon, this'll be fun!" Malik said, taking a quick glance at his surroundings. Overhearing this, Neville came up to the boys.
"You're definitely new, because everyone knows that Snape's lessons are anything but fun." He said mournfully. This just made Malik grin all the wider.
"Well, I suppose two can play at that game." He answered mischievously. Or at least, he thought, until he saw the potions master. "Oh god, Ryou, I am so sorry, I promise, it'll never happen again, oh Ryou, I know what you're thinking, I am such a jerk!" Ryou cut him off with a wave of his hand.
"I can't pay attention to the both of you at once!" He hissed.
"Oh.." Malik whispered softly, realizing that Bakura must be apologizing as well.
"Okay, what the heck are you two so sorry about, now?" But he didn't need to ask anymore, because the look on his teacher's face told him exactly what must have happened. "Oh great!" He muttered to Malik. "He thinks I'm mad, doesn't he!" Malik flushed.
"I think so."
Ryou immediately slipped into the classroom and went straight to a desk next to Malik's. ~Okay, 'Kura. You got some explaining to do!~ The boy frowned inwardly. ~Oh! What did you do this time? Did you try to send him to the shadow realm, or what? Or did you take over, realized you were in trouble, and leave my body lifeless?~
~~Uh. actually, both.~~ Ryou blinked a few times.
~You just wait. oh, god, you just wait! How am I going to convince him that I'm not crazy? Or maybe that someone was taking over my mind? Actually, that would sort of be the truth, but that's not the point! Oh, I would tell Yami if I knew he wouldn't bug me about it. God!!~ No one could see this mental battle on the outside, though. He appeared to be listening intently to every word the professor said. But Malik, Yugi, and Seto knew better. It became rather obvious to them once the teacher was finished giving instructions, and he was still staring straight ahead. Malik slapped the back of his head.
"Hey, you're already in trouble!" The teen hissed. "Oh, nevermind." He said dejectedly. 'Maybe I am crazy.' The boy thought to himself. "What are we doing?" He asked after a second.
"So anyway, now I'm sure the bloke thinks I'm a madman now!" Ryou complained to his friends. Seto laughed softly.
"Oh well. I'm sure he'll be told once Isis decides it's safe to tell the headmaster. Don't worry about it, I'm sure plenty of people think of me as a madman. Does it look like I really care?"
"I don't think you have too much to worry about. I mean, he didn't really see Bakura, now did he? Had you split, that would have been a problem." Yugi assured him. They were in Transfiguration, which was certainly noisy enough to have a conversation. Ryou was trying to concentrate on his tortoise, though. All the others at least looked remotely like a teakettle. All he and his friends had managed to do was get a nasty bite.
"Look, I think it's got like, a rose or something on it's shell, look!" Malik pointed to a spot on the shell, but just sighed after closer examination. "Nevermind, that's where Yugi scratched it." He said dolefully, poking it. Yugi, apparently frustrated, practically threw his wand at the tortoise, which seemed to disappear instantly.
"My bet's Greenland." Seto said.
"Nah, it's probably being fed to a certain bug by now." Yugi answered. "I can't believe that, when was the last time I sent something there!" He said, angry.
"I think I might have sent a mop to the shadow realm this morning, if it's any consolation." The other boys looked at Malik, as though he were crazy. He shrugged. "Well, I was mad at Ryou, right. And the mop looked just like Ryou's head from behind." Ryou rolled his eyes.
"Professor McGonagall!" He raised his hand. "I think we're going to need a new turtle. and maybe a trip to Madam Pomfrey, that bite looks awful nasty Malik." The professor walked over.
"Oh, yes, go on, Ishtar. you too, Bakura.." She said distractedly.
"Wow Ryou. Never knew you were one to skive!" Malik told Ryou sarcastically. The other boy smiled softly.
"Yeah. you'd be surprised." He answered, apparently distracted over something as well. "You know, we've got divination next. think it'd be cheating if I. well, kind of cheated?" Malik's eyes twinkled.
"There are no rules against it!" He replied excitedly. "Only if I can use it some too, though!"
"Who said anything about that? I'm the one who took it. well, not really, but still, it's mine and Bakura's only, mm-hmm!" Malik blinked.
"Pumpkin juice getting to your head or something, Ry'? That 'mm-hmm!' sounds familiar, but not from you." He trailed off, looking at a portrait. "Now that's art, look, Ryou, it looks just like Yugi's head!" The two laughed, looking at some sort of odd fruit.
"Oh, yeah, I'm not sure who I stole it from. study-buddy's what comes to mind. Wait a minute, where's Madam Pomfrey's office? I think we're lost. "
"Bit obvious. Hey, you! The knight guy!" He ran up to a picture of a blond knight. "You know where Madam Pomfrey is?" He asked desperately. The knight looked at him for a second, and then brandished his sword at him.
"Back, ye knave!" He said. Malik raised an eyebrow.
"Come here, Ryou! I think we've found that Sir Cadegon Harry was talking about!" He motioned for Ryou to come. "Seems crazy enough, doesn't he?"
"I think that's him, yeah. But I wouldn't really know. I've never met a mad knight before. They were before my time. or after, I'm really not sure about that one." He trailed off. "You know, I think we'd be best asking a student somewhere, I don't particularly like the idea of relying on a picture." Malik nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, you're probably right. But that doesn't seem like you. You're supposed to be the trusting dunderhead." Ryou glared at him.
"What do you mean, 'trusting dunderhead!!!' I am not a trusting dunderhead!!" Malik held up his hands defensively.
"Hey! Hey, that's not my name, that's Seto's, get mad at him, not me! I was just being the copycat, like always!!" He cried, covering his head. Ryou put his own hands down but kept a death glare on Malik.
"I think that's it. Several people are nursing wounds outside it." Ryou pointed to a line of people, who were indeed nursing all sorts of various injuries, including an understatement of buckteeth, something that made a boy's nose swell to the size of a small watermelon, and a rather large gash on the side of a girl's arm spelling out 'SNEAK'. Malik chuckled.
"Well, I imagine that now I've seen everything."
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Kenshin: Ugh. why'd you bring me here *now*! I was about to defeat Sheshio! (That how it spelled?) Me: Cause I'm the authoress and I can do whatever I want, that's why!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ryou: Well. it's official. we've lost her. Kurama: Well. better at the end of a chapter, I suppose. Random Fangirl: OOH!! BISHIES!!! Kurama: *rolls eyes and throws a bunch of death seeds* Move and die. Kenshin: HELLO!! 1867, JAPAN STILL NEEDS SAVING!!! EXCUSE ME!!! Me: Not right now it doesn't. Yahiko's your apprentice, he can hold Sheshio off for a while!! Others: *sweatdrop* Kenshin: IT IS MY DUTY TO STOP SHESHIO, PEOPLE COULD DIE, YAHIKO COULD DIE, AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T SEND ME BACK!! Me: WATCH IT, BATOSAI!! I'm the authoress, trust me, I wouldn't dare let cute little Yahiko die! Maybe Aioshi, but never little Yahiko!! ^__^ Fred: Who's Yahiko? George: Or Aioshi? Kenshin: AH!!! STICK THINGIES!!! I'M GONNA DIE!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! wait. *looks at sword, then at the wands* Heh he heh!
This has been a random moment with the bishies!