K: Sorry it took so long for this chapter. L_L; I had writers block and
them something known as school which has been taking up a lot of my normal
writing time.
Yami K: Also there are a few things my hikari wants to clarify.
K: I DID NOT PUT YUGI, RYOU, AND MALIK IN THE SAME HOUSE BECAUSE IT WAS EASY! **cough** Now that that is clarified let me explain. If anything this makes my plot harder to work with. What I did is I took each character and thought of his good traits and bad traits and decided which house I personally thought they would go in. I'm sorry if you do not share these opinions. Ok, onto number two, I fixed the mistake in the previous chapter, I'm sorry for the mistake. These things happen! -_- Now onto Chapter 13 of Ancient Magic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from the stories. I also do not own Yugioh or any of the characters from the series.
Chapter 13
Once Yugi had found his seat, Professor Dumbledore rose to begin his customary opening statements. He eyed his students through his half-moon glasses perched precariously on the end of his nose. "Once again, it is the beginning of a new year and as some things change, others remain the same," He began. "Let's start with announcements which are the same, shall we? The Forbidden Forest is off limits for the first years information, although certain other students should be reminded as well," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in way, which gave Ryou the belief that he was talking to some specific people, and they well knew it.
"The caretaker would like me to, as always," Dumbledore paused for a moment, "remind you all of the fact that there is to be absolutely NO magic between classes and other magical toys and joke objects are forbidden, this list of a few hundred some things is in his office, if you desire to find out more." Dumbledore smiled slightly.
Harry gazed avidly at the head table trying to pick out any new faces among all the familiar ones. As far as he could tell there was only one new person up there, but she hardly looked old enough to be a teacher, she looked to be about seventeen, maybe even sixteen. She had wavy sea-green hair cascading to her shoulders, her bangs curved in toward her forehead in varying lengths framing her wide purple eyes. What and odd hair color and eye color, she must use charms of some sort, Harry deducted.
"I'm sure you are all just dying to meet your new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore motioned for the very same girl Harry had been looking at, to rise. "Please welcome Professor Ariko Tsukare, Professor Tsukare was kind enough to offer her services at Hogwarts this year." Ariko rose and nodded smiling softly at the students and smiling at the headmaster. Professor Dumbledore motioned for her to say something but Professor Tsukare declined and sat down, a pleasant look still present on her pale face.
"Right. Now I'm sure you're all hungry so.. let's begin the feast." Dumbledore cried flinging his arms out and the students cheered loudly as the gold plates all over the Great Hall filled with delicious foods and drinks of all different varieties. A low hum of the numerous conversations filled the Great Hall punctuated by the clanging of plates and silverware as the students ate hungrily.
"Are all the meals like this?" asked Ryou curiously.
"Well, pretty much," Harry answered, "Although this one and the last feast of the year are the most important, of course the holiday feats are important as well." Harry stated still gazing up at the head table every once in a while.
"If I were Tsukare I'd be bloody upset at where my seat is," Ron announced all of a sudden. As if he had said the magic words Harry, Hermione, Yugi, Ryou, and of course Malik (not to mention a few other people), all turned to look up at the table where the teachers were seated.
"Professor Tsukare, Ron." Hermione admonished.
Sure enough Ariko was seated next to none other than head of the Slytherin house, Professor Snape. Snape sat stiffly and unsmiling on the left of the new teacher. Dumbledore sat on Professor Tsukare's right. Ariko turned to Snape and said something with a grin. Snape looked at the girl out of the corner of his eye and a smile flitted across his face for a moment.
"Whoa!" Harry felt his eyes widen, "Did Snape just smile?" Harry asked the others. Hermione and Ron both nodded dumbstruck, they couldn't recall a time when Professor Snape had smiled a genuine smile, not one full of cool malice or hatred.
"She looks like..a nice person." Hermione stated observing their new teachers constant smile and clearly cheerful edge, which seemed cause the other teachers to relax.
"You can't always tell by looking." Malik grumbled, he had been listening in on the other student's conversations and had decided that this conversation was the most interesting..if you could call it that.
Hermione looked at him in surprise, "Why do you say that? I think first impressions can tell you a lot about a person."
Yugi felt a sense of déjà vu, he and Yami had just discussed that shortly before he had met Dumbledore. Now others were discussing it. "First impressions aren't always right." Yugi stated, he drew up his sleeve to show all the bracelets, armbands, and chains, he had on his wrist. "If you had seen that, you would have thought of me as a punk or someone to stay away from right?" Yugi asked and the others said nothing, Yugi continued, "Yet because you hadn't seen them, you talked to me and now know the difference," Hopefully, Yugi thought with a mental smile, he felt Yami listening closely.
"Right," agreed Ryou. Malik rolled his violet eyes, but nodded anyway.
"Well our first impression of Malfoy was pretty accurate," Ron muttered with disgust at the mere mention of his name.
"Oh, yeah. That little idiot who tried to mess with me." Malik said softly and laughed with a slight air of a maniac, reminiscent of his prior days. "Good thing I had my." Malik broke off suddenly. How stupid?! He mentally kicked himself; he was already letting his guard down! That would not do! With the Tomb Raider and the Pharaoh here he did not want to be caught unaware.
"Your what?" Harry asked, trying to get the Egyptian to open up a little more, like Yugi and Ryou clearly were. If anything this question seemed to make Malik become even more silent and therefore even less likely to answer.
So with that the feast progressed, Yugi, Ryou, and all the others ate to their hearts content and chatted away for quite some time. Sharing information about their families, their hobbies, their likes, and their dislikes. Until of course the subject of Duel Monsters came up.
"You like duel monsters?" Hermione asked curiously, remembering that she had heard of a huge tournament that someone named Yugi had won. It couldn't be the same one though..
Yugi chuckled and his amethyst eyes lit up. "I love duel monsters, I play it all the time." Yugi paused before he mentioned anything about Pegasus or his title.
"Don't be shy Yugi!" Malik spoke up with a devilish grin on his tanned face, his violet eyes filled with the enjoyment of pulling some information of Yugi, which he apparently didn't want to mention. "After all you are the King Of Games.right?" Malik asked slyly.
A silence filled the Gryffindor table, Yugi looked at the table, feeling his face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Yes I am," Yugi admitted, unsure if the tournament had gotten much, if any coverage here in England.
A few girls squealed, and some guys cheered. Hermione smiled at Yugi, "You're the Yugi who won the Duelist Kingdom tournament!" She looked a bit amazed, as did any other people who knew anything about the tournament. Ron just looked a bit confused, while Harry had a slight idea what Hermione was talking about. Dudley was a huge fan of those trading cards and constantly nagged at his parents to buy him more and more.
Once the majority of the feasting had ended, Professor Dumbledore rose once more and the students (for the most part) quieted down respectfully. "I'm sure you're all anxiously waiting for the Prefect titles to be awarded." There was a tangible air of expectancy and nervousness as the students strained to hear who was called.
"Prefects?" Ryou asked softly. No one answered him however, because they were all waiting for Dumbledore's decision.
"The Prefects for the Gryffindor House will be Hermione Granger and Harry Potter," Dumbledore paused surveying the Gryffindor tables with his piercing gaze. The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers patting Hermione and Harry on the back and congratulating them. Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat as he announced the next house's Prefects. "The Prefects for the Syltherin House will be Draco Malfoy and.." The rest of the headmaster's statement was drowned out at the Gryffindor table, as there was a collective groan at hearing Malfoy's name called. Not that there was too much surprise.
"So what are Prefects" Ryou asked once more this time receiving an answer while Harry and Hermione received their pins. On that note, the feast ended.
~*~
The room was cool and clammy the only light and warmth was that which came from and was given off by the small flickering fire in the fireplace. "Everything is going according to plan I trust?" A man's cold chilling voice asked, his white hands pressed together thoughtfully, the long white spindly fingers intertwined.
"Yes. They don't suspect a thing." said a feminine light cheery voice that seemed the exact opposite of the man's, bright eyes seemed to glow for a moment in the shadowy corner from which her voice had issued, she finished the sentence with a soft laugh.
"Gooood.." The voice drawled coldly. "Keep it up." He ordered.
"Right." The girl said with a determined tone of voice, a slight pop followed as she apparated.
"Enter." The man stated as the door swung open with a slight creak. A person hesitantly entered the room. "Are you scared?" He chuckled sardonically as he stroked his wand. "You should be." He laughed a high- pitched laugh. "Keep your eye on them." He snarled as his laughter faded.
~*~
"I'm glad you decided to join us after all," Albus Dumbledore said kindly to the young girl standing next to him.
She smiled, her violet eyes shining for a moment, "You did ask me to teach after all Professor." She said a bit resignedly.
"Albus, after all Ariko, we are collegues now, not teacher and pupil. Perhaps," Professor Dumbledore continued quietly, "you will like the job so much that you will consider my long term offer."
Ariko made a noise of disgust and glared a bit coldly at her former teacher, "I'm here ONLY because you were desperate, not out of any choice of my own. You'd do well to remember that," She hissed.
The headmaster seemed unperturbed at the girl's anger and disgust; he appeared just as cheerful and nonchalant as ever, even if his eyes were a bit cooler. "Come now Ariko, people are beginning to think this job is cursed. You were always skilled at Defense Against the Dark Arts after all, naturally you were the best person to call."
Ariko's eyes softened and she smiled at the compliment. "I appreciate your thoughtfulness, even if you are being a little less than truthful, I am the only person left for you to call, and with Voldemort once more among us, you had to be careful. I'm sorry if I was disrespectful." Ariko finished with a bit of a careless way as she flicked her hair behind her shoulders. She walked away, leaving the headmaster watching her walk away.
He hummed softly to himself and headed for his office. He murmured something to himself. If anyone had been near him at the time, they may have been able to make out a couple words. "Lemon drop."
~*~
The day dawned bright and sunny in Domino, Japan as the students of the schools in the city reluctantly prepared for the upcoming school year. There were orientations and the schools were crowded as people decorated lockers or took tours to acquaint themselves with the school. The stores were packed with last minute back-to-school shoppers.
"What do you mean Yugi isn't here?" Anzu asked incredulously as she stared at Yugi's grandfather with. "He has to be here though, our orientation is today, and he can't just not be here. This is important." Anzu stated she gazed over Mr. Motou's shoulder as if convinced that he had been lying to her and Yugi was indeed in the house.
Chuckling Yugi's grandpa held up his hand to silence the young girl. His eyes sparkled merrily. "Now Anzu, Yugi has gone to a new boarding school. Didn't he write you a letter?"
Her eyes widened, "A boarding school?" She shrieked. It was so sudden! Yugi going off to a boarding school without so much as a word? "Wait a second, did you say letter?" She asked and he nodded at Anzu. "Oh no!" She cried opened her case, pulling out an envelope written made of a strange yellowish paper. "This must be his letter. I was going to ask him about it today." She murmured staring at the letter in her hand. She suddenly gazed at her watch, "I'm going to be late!!!!" She yelled and jogged away from Yugi's house toward the school leaving Yugi's grandfather smiling amusedly at her retreating figure and feeling a bit overwhelmed.
~*~
"Just look at this day!" Ron groaned as he plopped down next to Yugi at breakfast the following morning. He was staring at the schedule in his hands; everyone else at the table appeared to have similar ones. Harry who had not yet looked at his gave Ron a quizzical look as he munched on some bacon. "We have History Of Magic, Double Potions, and Divination!" Ron gave his schedule a good glare, as if hoping that it would change. It didn't.
Harry groaned as well, "Great the most boring class, the worst class, and a class were my death is predicted! Sounds like fun." Harry stated glumly.
"Death predictions?" Ryou asked cautiously as he too joined the others. He shook his white hair slightly and tilted his head very slightly. He listened as Harry, with some commentaries made my both Ron and Hermione, told Yugi and the others of Professor Trelawney and her expectant predictions of Harry's death each year using different methods of fortune telling.
"It sounds like she likes creating scenes." Malik stated.
Yugi gave him a troubled look. It was strange.being around Malik so much. Sure Yugi had believed that Malik had changed for the better, but it was still unnerving to have someone who had nearly killed him and Yami as well as taken over the world sharing comments with you over breakfast. Especially because Malik was being a bit more polite and talkative than what seemed normal. Granted, Yugi wasn't sure you could ever classify Malik as normal, but he wasn't being as antisocial as usual. Yugi confided in Yami that he believed Isis has something to do with this.
Yet while Yugi appeared a bit disoriented with Malik's actions, Ryou appeared not to be bothered in the least. Of course Ryou was watching Malik just as closely as Yugi if not closer. Who knew what would happen if Bakura appealed to Malik's taste for causing mayhem! Ryou shuddered mentally just thinking of it. Of course the good thing was that Bakura wasn't feeling too receptive or social toward anyone in general as of late. Ryou had a sneaking suspicion that his yami was still nursing his pride after the Battle City mess.
Harry noticed the troubled looks being sent Malik's way and raised an eyebrow. Perhaps it was because of his prior experiences, but Harry was receptive to things like that. He also seemed to sense that Malik was forcing the majority of his friendliness. Even forced, he was hardly the bubbly friend that Yugi seemed to be; yet he wasn't quite as serious and solemn as Ryou. Frankly Harry didn't know what to make of all of them. They all appeared to know each other, but they never mentioned their history. Even stranger was whenever Hermione, who was always curious, asked them a question about their past their faces would become a bit frozen, Yugi and Ryou would exchange glances, and Malik would simply ignore the question. So far all questions dealing with past had gone unanswered.
Yami K: Also there are a few things my hikari wants to clarify.
K: I DID NOT PUT YUGI, RYOU, AND MALIK IN THE SAME HOUSE BECAUSE IT WAS EASY! **cough** Now that that is clarified let me explain. If anything this makes my plot harder to work with. What I did is I took each character and thought of his good traits and bad traits and decided which house I personally thought they would go in. I'm sorry if you do not share these opinions. Ok, onto number two, I fixed the mistake in the previous chapter, I'm sorry for the mistake. These things happen! -_- Now onto Chapter 13 of Ancient Magic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from the stories. I also do not own Yugioh or any of the characters from the series.
Chapter 13
Once Yugi had found his seat, Professor Dumbledore rose to begin his customary opening statements. He eyed his students through his half-moon glasses perched precariously on the end of his nose. "Once again, it is the beginning of a new year and as some things change, others remain the same," He began. "Let's start with announcements which are the same, shall we? The Forbidden Forest is off limits for the first years information, although certain other students should be reminded as well," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in way, which gave Ryou the belief that he was talking to some specific people, and they well knew it.
"The caretaker would like me to, as always," Dumbledore paused for a moment, "remind you all of the fact that there is to be absolutely NO magic between classes and other magical toys and joke objects are forbidden, this list of a few hundred some things is in his office, if you desire to find out more." Dumbledore smiled slightly.
Harry gazed avidly at the head table trying to pick out any new faces among all the familiar ones. As far as he could tell there was only one new person up there, but she hardly looked old enough to be a teacher, she looked to be about seventeen, maybe even sixteen. She had wavy sea-green hair cascading to her shoulders, her bangs curved in toward her forehead in varying lengths framing her wide purple eyes. What and odd hair color and eye color, she must use charms of some sort, Harry deducted.
"I'm sure you are all just dying to meet your new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore motioned for the very same girl Harry had been looking at, to rise. "Please welcome Professor Ariko Tsukare, Professor Tsukare was kind enough to offer her services at Hogwarts this year." Ariko rose and nodded smiling softly at the students and smiling at the headmaster. Professor Dumbledore motioned for her to say something but Professor Tsukare declined and sat down, a pleasant look still present on her pale face.
"Right. Now I'm sure you're all hungry so.. let's begin the feast." Dumbledore cried flinging his arms out and the students cheered loudly as the gold plates all over the Great Hall filled with delicious foods and drinks of all different varieties. A low hum of the numerous conversations filled the Great Hall punctuated by the clanging of plates and silverware as the students ate hungrily.
"Are all the meals like this?" asked Ryou curiously.
"Well, pretty much," Harry answered, "Although this one and the last feast of the year are the most important, of course the holiday feats are important as well." Harry stated still gazing up at the head table every once in a while.
"If I were Tsukare I'd be bloody upset at where my seat is," Ron announced all of a sudden. As if he had said the magic words Harry, Hermione, Yugi, Ryou, and of course Malik (not to mention a few other people), all turned to look up at the table where the teachers were seated.
"Professor Tsukare, Ron." Hermione admonished.
Sure enough Ariko was seated next to none other than head of the Slytherin house, Professor Snape. Snape sat stiffly and unsmiling on the left of the new teacher. Dumbledore sat on Professor Tsukare's right. Ariko turned to Snape and said something with a grin. Snape looked at the girl out of the corner of his eye and a smile flitted across his face for a moment.
"Whoa!" Harry felt his eyes widen, "Did Snape just smile?" Harry asked the others. Hermione and Ron both nodded dumbstruck, they couldn't recall a time when Professor Snape had smiled a genuine smile, not one full of cool malice or hatred.
"She looks like..a nice person." Hermione stated observing their new teachers constant smile and clearly cheerful edge, which seemed cause the other teachers to relax.
"You can't always tell by looking." Malik grumbled, he had been listening in on the other student's conversations and had decided that this conversation was the most interesting..if you could call it that.
Hermione looked at him in surprise, "Why do you say that? I think first impressions can tell you a lot about a person."
Yugi felt a sense of déjà vu, he and Yami had just discussed that shortly before he had met Dumbledore. Now others were discussing it. "First impressions aren't always right." Yugi stated, he drew up his sleeve to show all the bracelets, armbands, and chains, he had on his wrist. "If you had seen that, you would have thought of me as a punk or someone to stay away from right?" Yugi asked and the others said nothing, Yugi continued, "Yet because you hadn't seen them, you talked to me and now know the difference," Hopefully, Yugi thought with a mental smile, he felt Yami listening closely.
"Right," agreed Ryou. Malik rolled his violet eyes, but nodded anyway.
"Well our first impression of Malfoy was pretty accurate," Ron muttered with disgust at the mere mention of his name.
"Oh, yeah. That little idiot who tried to mess with me." Malik said softly and laughed with a slight air of a maniac, reminiscent of his prior days. "Good thing I had my." Malik broke off suddenly. How stupid?! He mentally kicked himself; he was already letting his guard down! That would not do! With the Tomb Raider and the Pharaoh here he did not want to be caught unaware.
"Your what?" Harry asked, trying to get the Egyptian to open up a little more, like Yugi and Ryou clearly were. If anything this question seemed to make Malik become even more silent and therefore even less likely to answer.
So with that the feast progressed, Yugi, Ryou, and all the others ate to their hearts content and chatted away for quite some time. Sharing information about their families, their hobbies, their likes, and their dislikes. Until of course the subject of Duel Monsters came up.
"You like duel monsters?" Hermione asked curiously, remembering that she had heard of a huge tournament that someone named Yugi had won. It couldn't be the same one though..
Yugi chuckled and his amethyst eyes lit up. "I love duel monsters, I play it all the time." Yugi paused before he mentioned anything about Pegasus or his title.
"Don't be shy Yugi!" Malik spoke up with a devilish grin on his tanned face, his violet eyes filled with the enjoyment of pulling some information of Yugi, which he apparently didn't want to mention. "After all you are the King Of Games.right?" Malik asked slyly.
A silence filled the Gryffindor table, Yugi looked at the table, feeling his face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Yes I am," Yugi admitted, unsure if the tournament had gotten much, if any coverage here in England.
A few girls squealed, and some guys cheered. Hermione smiled at Yugi, "You're the Yugi who won the Duelist Kingdom tournament!" She looked a bit amazed, as did any other people who knew anything about the tournament. Ron just looked a bit confused, while Harry had a slight idea what Hermione was talking about. Dudley was a huge fan of those trading cards and constantly nagged at his parents to buy him more and more.
Once the majority of the feasting had ended, Professor Dumbledore rose once more and the students (for the most part) quieted down respectfully. "I'm sure you're all anxiously waiting for the Prefect titles to be awarded." There was a tangible air of expectancy and nervousness as the students strained to hear who was called.
"Prefects?" Ryou asked softly. No one answered him however, because they were all waiting for Dumbledore's decision.
"The Prefects for the Gryffindor House will be Hermione Granger and Harry Potter," Dumbledore paused surveying the Gryffindor tables with his piercing gaze. The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers patting Hermione and Harry on the back and congratulating them. Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat as he announced the next house's Prefects. "The Prefects for the Syltherin House will be Draco Malfoy and.." The rest of the headmaster's statement was drowned out at the Gryffindor table, as there was a collective groan at hearing Malfoy's name called. Not that there was too much surprise.
"So what are Prefects" Ryou asked once more this time receiving an answer while Harry and Hermione received their pins. On that note, the feast ended.
~*~
The room was cool and clammy the only light and warmth was that which came from and was given off by the small flickering fire in the fireplace. "Everything is going according to plan I trust?" A man's cold chilling voice asked, his white hands pressed together thoughtfully, the long white spindly fingers intertwined.
"Yes. They don't suspect a thing." said a feminine light cheery voice that seemed the exact opposite of the man's, bright eyes seemed to glow for a moment in the shadowy corner from which her voice had issued, she finished the sentence with a soft laugh.
"Gooood.." The voice drawled coldly. "Keep it up." He ordered.
"Right." The girl said with a determined tone of voice, a slight pop followed as she apparated.
"Enter." The man stated as the door swung open with a slight creak. A person hesitantly entered the room. "Are you scared?" He chuckled sardonically as he stroked his wand. "You should be." He laughed a high- pitched laugh. "Keep your eye on them." He snarled as his laughter faded.
~*~
"I'm glad you decided to join us after all," Albus Dumbledore said kindly to the young girl standing next to him.
She smiled, her violet eyes shining for a moment, "You did ask me to teach after all Professor." She said a bit resignedly.
"Albus, after all Ariko, we are collegues now, not teacher and pupil. Perhaps," Professor Dumbledore continued quietly, "you will like the job so much that you will consider my long term offer."
Ariko made a noise of disgust and glared a bit coldly at her former teacher, "I'm here ONLY because you were desperate, not out of any choice of my own. You'd do well to remember that," She hissed.
The headmaster seemed unperturbed at the girl's anger and disgust; he appeared just as cheerful and nonchalant as ever, even if his eyes were a bit cooler. "Come now Ariko, people are beginning to think this job is cursed. You were always skilled at Defense Against the Dark Arts after all, naturally you were the best person to call."
Ariko's eyes softened and she smiled at the compliment. "I appreciate your thoughtfulness, even if you are being a little less than truthful, I am the only person left for you to call, and with Voldemort once more among us, you had to be careful. I'm sorry if I was disrespectful." Ariko finished with a bit of a careless way as she flicked her hair behind her shoulders. She walked away, leaving the headmaster watching her walk away.
He hummed softly to himself and headed for his office. He murmured something to himself. If anyone had been near him at the time, they may have been able to make out a couple words. "Lemon drop."
~*~
The day dawned bright and sunny in Domino, Japan as the students of the schools in the city reluctantly prepared for the upcoming school year. There were orientations and the schools were crowded as people decorated lockers or took tours to acquaint themselves with the school. The stores were packed with last minute back-to-school shoppers.
"What do you mean Yugi isn't here?" Anzu asked incredulously as she stared at Yugi's grandfather with. "He has to be here though, our orientation is today, and he can't just not be here. This is important." Anzu stated she gazed over Mr. Motou's shoulder as if convinced that he had been lying to her and Yugi was indeed in the house.
Chuckling Yugi's grandpa held up his hand to silence the young girl. His eyes sparkled merrily. "Now Anzu, Yugi has gone to a new boarding school. Didn't he write you a letter?"
Her eyes widened, "A boarding school?" She shrieked. It was so sudden! Yugi going off to a boarding school without so much as a word? "Wait a second, did you say letter?" She asked and he nodded at Anzu. "Oh no!" She cried opened her case, pulling out an envelope written made of a strange yellowish paper. "This must be his letter. I was going to ask him about it today." She murmured staring at the letter in her hand. She suddenly gazed at her watch, "I'm going to be late!!!!" She yelled and jogged away from Yugi's house toward the school leaving Yugi's grandfather smiling amusedly at her retreating figure and feeling a bit overwhelmed.
~*~
"Just look at this day!" Ron groaned as he plopped down next to Yugi at breakfast the following morning. He was staring at the schedule in his hands; everyone else at the table appeared to have similar ones. Harry who had not yet looked at his gave Ron a quizzical look as he munched on some bacon. "We have History Of Magic, Double Potions, and Divination!" Ron gave his schedule a good glare, as if hoping that it would change. It didn't.
Harry groaned as well, "Great the most boring class, the worst class, and a class were my death is predicted! Sounds like fun." Harry stated glumly.
"Death predictions?" Ryou asked cautiously as he too joined the others. He shook his white hair slightly and tilted his head very slightly. He listened as Harry, with some commentaries made my both Ron and Hermione, told Yugi and the others of Professor Trelawney and her expectant predictions of Harry's death each year using different methods of fortune telling.
"It sounds like she likes creating scenes." Malik stated.
Yugi gave him a troubled look. It was strange.being around Malik so much. Sure Yugi had believed that Malik had changed for the better, but it was still unnerving to have someone who had nearly killed him and Yami as well as taken over the world sharing comments with you over breakfast. Especially because Malik was being a bit more polite and talkative than what seemed normal. Granted, Yugi wasn't sure you could ever classify Malik as normal, but he wasn't being as antisocial as usual. Yugi confided in Yami that he believed Isis has something to do with this.
Yet while Yugi appeared a bit disoriented with Malik's actions, Ryou appeared not to be bothered in the least. Of course Ryou was watching Malik just as closely as Yugi if not closer. Who knew what would happen if Bakura appealed to Malik's taste for causing mayhem! Ryou shuddered mentally just thinking of it. Of course the good thing was that Bakura wasn't feeling too receptive or social toward anyone in general as of late. Ryou had a sneaking suspicion that his yami was still nursing his pride after the Battle City mess.
Harry noticed the troubled looks being sent Malik's way and raised an eyebrow. Perhaps it was because of his prior experiences, but Harry was receptive to things like that. He also seemed to sense that Malik was forcing the majority of his friendliness. Even forced, he was hardly the bubbly friend that Yugi seemed to be; yet he wasn't quite as serious and solemn as Ryou. Frankly Harry didn't know what to make of all of them. They all appeared to know each other, but they never mentioned their history. Even stranger was whenever Hermione, who was always curious, asked them a question about their past their faces would become a bit frozen, Yugi and Ryou would exchange glances, and Malik would simply ignore the question. So far all questions dealing with past had gone unanswered.