Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter
Title: Mr. Elric
Part: 05 of 15
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Crossover
Spoilers: FMA anime (all); HP Book 5
Summary: Edward Elric from various points of view.

Chapter 05: Ginny Weasley

Mr. Elric has the oddest taste in wardrobe Hogwarts has had since Professor Lupin in the second year. From what we learned in muggle studies, his clothing is very traditional 1920s Germany. VERY 1920s. He looks like he stepped right out of a picture book.

Also, as Pavarti and Lavender have gone through great pains to inform us, he always has gloves on, which calls forth the need for wild groundless rumors. A very popular one is that he has mechanical arms and feels a need to hide them from the world. Another is that his gloves enhance his magical powers, whatever they may be. And there are still others out there who believe that the gloves go with his 'shyness' and that scars of the past that time hasn't healed makes him reluctant for human contact. Scars that they presume they can heal.

When I asked Hermione about it, she just huffed and said plainly, "Mr. Elric is as normal as wizards can be" in a voice just loud enough to make sure that Lavender and Pavarti overhear it. Since Hermione's practically the only one who's at the library constantly AND leaves after actually laying a finger on a book, I trusted her judgment.

I first met Mr. Elric when I went to research a topic for Transfigurations. Unlike Madam Pince, who was always at the head desk, he shelved the books the muggle way; getting up and going to the bookshelf. I'd heard from Ron that he looked like a lady from the backside but nothing could prepare me for just exactly HOW much he looked like a lady. I don't believe we've ever had a non-student at this school that had hair long enough to tie back. When he spoke though, as Ron said, it was just past the border into masculinity.

"Do you need something?" he asked in lightly accented English. He looked exceptionally tired; as if he had not slept in days and days. Even with his neutral expression, he gave off the feeling of a blown-out candle.

"No, I'm fine." I said, and went about doing my own work. Two minutes later, while I was looking up how to turn a muggle instrument into something useful, Mr. Elric ran out the door with a book tucked under his arm.

The fire he lost; I think I just caught a glimpse of it.