Alright...I know it's been really long, but school is extremely, extremely time consuming...
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I bet this meager list of revies will go down...very soon...probably this chapter...why? Well, of course because I took so long to update!
In any case, I have a poll. Shall I use the anime's cards, or only the manga's cards?
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Syaoran climbed up the stairs, strenuously. It wasn't like Sakura was heavy or anything, or that her books were heavy, or even that his books were heavy--it was his books, her books, and Sakura herself that was heavy. Nevertheless, he managed-somehow-to deposit her gently in front the Fat Lady. Sakura had spotted the four ghosts of the Houses, and everyone that knew her were sure that she would be scared, but not frothing. Well, Sakura wasn't cowardly enough to froth, but shrieking, grabbing onto Syaoran's shirt before she hit the table and ultimately knocking herself out had come pretty close, mind you. Syaoran was still kind of reluctant to hand her over to Hermione, who he had known for less than a week, but it was a girl's dormitory anyway.
Harry continued to stare at Syaoran funny. Honestly, most people didn't have the strength to carry a body and two sets of supplies (which was a lot) up a winding thing of stairs and not get tangled in the trick step. Not only that, Syaoran had been oddly possessive--he hadn't even let anyone carry a quill of Sakura's. Oh well. At least that would discourage anyone trying to hit on either of them, but still, the guy could overdo somethings when it came to Sakura, that was for sure. He seemed bloody hell a lot more reasonable when he was dealing with Meilin earlier...
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Harry had no clue what those two were talking about. It was all in rapid Japanese.
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'Well, at least he's made his point very clear...' Harry snorted, and lugged himself into the dormitory.
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Sirius found himself in front of a plate of the most beautiful homemade pancakes since Mrs. Potter's days. They steamed and puffed gently with a welcoming 'eat me!' atmosphere. The syrup glistened. The pancakes sparkled.
"Alright, I admit defeat, you are now officially the cook," Sirius grinned in a doglike way. It was the only pleasant wakening from his bed in awhile. Tomoyo just smiled benignly. Man, did she ever do anything but smile that way? Well, besides cook the best pancakes he'd seen in at least twenty years. The first pancakes he'd seen in twenty years, for that matter. Kero was obviously just as happy, the way the little stuffed animal pranced around cheerfully with a spoon. Sirius could make pancakes with magic, sure, but it never quite had the taste that it did manually. Tomoyo took off the apron (which, oddly, seemed to be safely nonalive) and sat down to join the other two.
"My mother could do better," she laughed lightly as she sliced a piece for herself.
"With the stuff around here? This is as good as it gets," Sirius grinned again. "Hey, thanks Tomoyo." The man paused as he stopped to watch Tomoyo laugh oddly.
"Ho ho ho ho, Sirius, I don't think you should thank me yet," She held up a shopping list three feet long. Sirius sweatdropped.
"Wait, you don't expect me to actually buy that right? You do realize I'm this convicted criminal--"
"Transforming to a dog would work nicely," She grinned. "And besides, I would be even less able, no?" Sirius gave up while he was only behind.
'This is what it must feel like to get married,' Sirius thought to himself as he shapeshifted.
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Eriol relaxed further into his chair. At least dear Tom didn't realize it was Clow, and not just some random thief. However, there was a more urgent business to attend to.
"Eh, Kaho, you're wrapping the wrong arm..." Eriol smiled amusedly as Kaho embarrassedly unwrapped the unmarred arm. From the looks of it, he wouldn't be doing any Order spying for a week. Eriol sighed, and looked at the meager information he had collected. Well, it wasn't exactly meager, really, but none of it could really leak out for the public...
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Meilin hit it off good, and she knew it. When she entered the dorm, there were flocks and flocks of Slytherins, all crowded around her. Pansy Parkinson apparently had a lot of friends. Apparently.
Disturbing, but whatever.
The girl tiptoed back into her dorm, her sticker paper empty and her spray paint can almost gone.
'That was supposed to be a substitute for mace, but whatever,' Meilin grinned to herself. 'Not like I'll need mace with all the magic I've got, anyway.' She smirked as she stored the pink weapon carefully away. Idiots like Malfoy wouldn't know a thing about how to work a spray can, so once she had peeled off the label, everything was good to go.
That is, if no one had spied on her. Which of course, just had to NOT be the case.
"Meilin, that ain't very nice," A hoarse, quiet voice came from above her bed. She jumped, and bit back a shout. 'Oh. Quite nice, really.' was what Meilin had wanted to retort. What she really did was stutter.
"A-gah-this-" She stuttered, true to the previous statement. The girl peered over the edge of her top bunk.
Damn, she was ugly. The girl had a pale, round face sprinkled with a horrible case of acne, her nose was spherical and bobby, and her facial hair... Meilin shuddered. The girl parted her chapped lips to speak.
"I don't real mind, 'course. Malfoy's a" Although vaguely fascinated, Meilin winced at the power of the curses that followed. "...and he deserves it."
"How'd you know it was Malfoy?"
"Look, I ain't stupid, y'know? Why you ask about Malfoy the entire time in the mess hall? Why'd you talk to Pansy Parkinson first, though she's got that face of a derned pug?"
'You aren't one to talk,' was the first thought that jumped to Meilin's mind, but she was already too surprised that there was a good, smart person in Slytherin. Instead, she said: "True, true. Malfoy is a real bastard, and Pansy isn't a pansy at all, I can see where you're coming from. Don't mind if I know your name?"
"Keesha," Was the short reply. "Man, am I glad to see a girl here who also manually chose this house. The rest of the lot's all rotten, dun matter how cunnin, real ya?"
"Manually?"
"Yeah. Hat thought I should be in Ravenclaw, and y'know, I guess I should, eh? But no, I was bein' dumb and thought: Damn sister, I'm the ugliest white girl from a poor black fam, and all them Ravenclaws be the prettiest glowin' bein's there be. Maybe I should join Slytherin, since they've all got 'bout the charm of 'run over octopus," Keesha ran a hand through her dry, dirt brown hair. "Din't know they've got the hearts of on', too. Y'dun see me talk much, 'cuz my accent an' all, and I've grown mah hair 'cuz damn, this acne makes me as attractive as Crabbe and Goyle!" Meilin laughed a little, sympathizing her.
"Why don't you get some acne medicine from your parents?"
"Acne cream? Girl, we don't got no money to waste on acne cream! They've used up all their savings t' buy all this stuff for me, don't even got enough money t' waste on a lollipop."
"Well, you know, I've got this great cream back in this bag..."
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"Yue~" Nakuru grinned widely, peering into the dorm. Looks of shock ensued. Yue peered up from his pillow. Looks of shock still stayed. Yue twitched an eyebrow. There was a long pause. However, the one who actually started speaking was a guy with a look of shock.
"Nakuru, you do realize, uh, we're trying to change here?" Shuffling of hiding bodies behind sheets of cloth followed. Nakuru puckered.
"Well, I don't see how it matters, because--"
"Right, Nakuru, so go back to the girls' dorm," Yue interrupted quickly. He covered his head before he could see more acts of idiocy. The door closed. The silence stuck in the air like peanut butter on the roof of a mouth. A glob fell.
"Hey, you wouldn't mind introducing me to her, eh?"
...
Idiots.
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Touya sighed. And grumbled. And flipped the pancakes. Needless to say, the brotherly side of him was blaring on right now, yelling about how he wouldn't like what Sakura's doing at the moment. He paused, and glared at the pancakes.
The pancakes looked up at him with innocence. Sakura...
He stabbed the pancakes ruthlessly. They split in half at his will.
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Sakura was, indeed, not doing what she was supposed to do. At least in Touya terms. She was out, fumbling about for her lost cards. Syaoran, being the sweet yet maybe a little too sweet guy that he was, had carried her as gently as possible, which of course meant everything else was forgotten. And so here she was, creeping around a ghostfilled castle(mind you, she didn't want to be reminded of that) searching for the Mirror Card, the only one left.
"Hoee, that's odd," Sakura pondered. "Syaoran-kun would've only walked the Gryffindor corridor, but I've searched that entire place up and down..." She continued her run. The Mistress had used Illusion to escape from the caretaker more than once. More than ten times, really. 'If only someone knew where it was...maybe someone who watches over everything? I mean, if there are *shudder* ghosts who pass through walls, surely there's an overlooker?' She turned a curve, and opened a rather big set of doors, the Great Hall, if she remembered correctly.
Which, of course, she didn't.
It was about one fourth the size of the dining area, mind you still pretty large in a sense, comparable to a one family manor dining room. The walls on every side were draped with huge tapestries, the cabinets with as many candlesticks as was possible without looking cluttered. However, despite the crimson, huge ornamental rug, it had a dreary, dark look with dust hovering like fog.
"Hoeeee..." Said Sakura, looking around at her surroundings. Hopefully the card wasn't in here...
Who enters?
Sakura's eyes shot up to attention at a wispish, white fog gathering in front of her...a ghost! The blur began to form a girl, in her fifteen-sixteens, with long, clear blue hair. She looked up, her ethereal red eyes piercing Sakura. She had the look of a vampiric android.
"Ki-Kinomoto Sakura...?" The solid girl grasped her wand tightly. She was given a cold stare.
What do you want?
It was crisp, cold, and very sharp. Sakura shoved away her fears for a second. The card was more important.
"Demo, I've lost a c-card, about the size of a tarot card, and I was wondering if you've seen it by chance...?" Sakura stopped to stare at the ghost hesistantly.
...What is it called?
Sakura heartened. So she was going to help her find it! "The Mirror." There was a pause.
No such card has entered this school.
...
"HOEEEE?!"
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"Coming," Touya went to answer the door. Funny, who would be over? Not Tomoyo, Yukito, the gaki, since--
...oh. Wait. Eh?
A pale girl with long pine green hair stood at the doorway, her kimono floating from the ground. She smiled benignly, if not shyly, the hair around her face adorned with two green ribbons.
'...So this is what she looks like,' Touya grinned. "Make yourself at home."
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Blargh...I know I've been incredibly late, except, again, school...blah. Well, in any case, this chapter didn't turn out very well...hmm. Whatever. Remember~ manga or anime Sakura cards?