Disclaimer's in part one
Subsection 6
The two women went to the door and gathered their shoes. They started on their way with Jezibel in the lead.
"Tell me more about Hogwarts? All I know is it's a school in England."
Minerva looked at Jezibel with a calculating air.
"Well it was founded over a thousand years ago by the famous four."
She heard Jezibel give a brief noise of acknowledgment. "Their names were Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflpuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin." Jezibel nodded her on as they walked down the sidewalk. "The students are separated into four houses, each named after one of the founders."
"So it's like a class system, just with names instead of numbers?" Minerva paused for a moment thinking it over.
"Yes, I think it could be described that way. Every house has a faculty member that's head of the house. I happen to be the head of Gryffindor." she was slightly startled to see a pitying look flash across Jezibel's face. She thought she heard a soft voice saying, "poor dear having to deal with so many children." But it could have been her imagination. "We teach a wide variety of magical subjects, but I won't bore you with those details."
"Left up here," Jezibel interrupted, "where is Hogwarts?"
"It's in Scotland, a bit north of Edinburgh."
"Ahh, I'm not too familiar with England's geography, but I think I have a general idea." Jezibel paused and motioned towards one of the oddest gates Minerva had seen, two wooden posts stuck out of the ground with carvings of Chinese characters across their height.
The posts were holding up two lengths of wood that resembled the main beam in a canoe, the two beams were about a foot apart. A rope was streamed between the supporting beams. Attached to the rope were small papers fluttering in the breeze. Minerva could feel magic radiating out of the small gate as if it held back a flood.
"He's in there, whenever he goes missing I know he's come here. The mouryou here are nice and make him feel welcome."
The two walked to the gate and passed through, Minerva went first so she didn't notice Jezibel clutch her head and sway briefly before continuing on. What she did see was an odd sight for her. There was a pond and several wooden houses. All of the structures had more of the squiggly Chinese script.
To her left, there was a small elevated spring under a roof, a stone dragon spit the water into the collection area. Three ladles were resting on the stone bowl. To the right of the dragon was a small gravel path with mossy stones in various areas and it looked as if someone had raked the gravel. In front of that was a bridge that arced across the pond. On the other side rested another roofed statue, this one of a bull. On what would have been a wall of the small roof, there hung hundreds of little wooden blocks with more writing on them. More statues covered the area, some with paper strings hanging on them, others with letters carved into them. It gave off a very impressive display.
As she stood gawking, Jezibel went to the dragon spring and using one of the ladles cleaned her hands in a solemn way. She returned to Minerva's side. "Ms McGonagall, follow me, he's probably over there." She gestured across the bridge to the stone bull resting near a stone lion. Heading towards the bridge she said almost as an afterthought "don't step off the path, the priests spend a lot of time cultivating the ground, you don't want to mess it up."
Minerva was still awed by the presence of the place that she only nodded in response then followed. As they descended from the bridge, her heart almost stopped at the sight of what the little baby she has seen all those years ago had become. He was average height for an eleven year old boy, but the black hair had been replaced by a wild main of reddish sandy blond hair. It stuck up in every which way and seemed to obey it's own laws of gravity. She could see black roots which gave her a slight bit of relief. Below that mop of wild hair was a fairly tanned and healthy face, a pair of thick framed glasses rested on his face, the blue tint completely covering up the color of his emerald eyes. She gasped, causing Jezibel to inquire what was wrong.
"He, , , ,he's missing his scar" Jezibel gave Minerva an odd look.
"How'd you know about the scar? And why's it so important?" She nearly whispered the questions. "And don't say anything about it to him. He's very sensitive about the subject."
Minerva just gave Jezibel a shocked look. Then turned back to studying the boy. He was wearing a tee-shirt which was dark blue with orange orchids and tropical flowers framing the words "Devil's Incarnation" in bold white letters across the front. In slightly smaller letters just below it stated "Administers Darkness". He was wearing a pair of jeans and light blue and white pair of sneaker. They arrived in time to see him writing on one of the little pieces of wood then hang it on the wall with the others. He took a step back, clapped his hands and bowed his head.
Minerva took the time to quietly respond to Jezibel's inquiry. "He got that scar on Halloween when he was one. He's pretty much become famous because of it. This should all have been in that letter that was with him." She looked over to Jezibel just in time to see an odd look cross her face.
"He did get the letter, right?"
Jezibel got a sheepish look on her face.
"When we moved from America, it got lost. I never found it to give it to him after I taught him to read."
Minerva gave the woman a look of astonishment. "You Lost it? It was important."
Jezibel waved away what she would have said and gave a quick "whatever was in it, it doesn't matter now. It's too late and we'll deal."
Minerva turned her attention back to the boy in the shrine. He lifted his head and went to the next statue. He sat down next to it and started to speak softly. Because her attention was on Senku, Minerva didn't notice Jezibel sway dizzily and grab the rail of the bridge.
"Come on, let's give him some time, he's so sure that I'll get accepted that he's saying goodby." Jezibel motioned Minerva towards a more house-like structure. "I want to get some charms before we leave." She said as they continued their way up to a small window where there was a colourful display of cloth and wood, all with delicate symbols on them.
"Konnichiwa, Nagasawa-san. Genki desuka?" The old man behind the opening gave Jezibel a warm smile. "Ahh, Majison-san, genki desu. Senku-kun wa dou?" the two continued on for a few minutes speaking so quickly that even if Minerva could understand a little of it, she wouldn't have been able to catch the conversation. Somewhere in the conversation, Jezibel gave the man a few coins and carefully selected some of the colorful charms on the table. The man gave a toothy smile and put them in a bag. With a "Ja Matta"Jezibel turned to Minerva.
"This should have been enough time, let's go fetch him. Shall we?"
The only response was a nod from the dark haired woman.
AN Woo hoo, new chapter, I'm so proud.
Senku's T-shirt is real, I actually described a shirt I bought in Japan, it's really funny to see. And the shrine isn't real, I took pieces from shrines in Tajimi and Chikusa and a little from Ninju-mura. Also I'd like my readers to help me decide if Jez will get the teaching gig, I'm thinking yes, but she has certain problems that might make that inadvisable, so should she overcome it or not?
Subsection 6
The two women went to the door and gathered their shoes. They started on their way with Jezibel in the lead.
"Tell me more about Hogwarts? All I know is it's a school in England."
Minerva looked at Jezibel with a calculating air.
"Well it was founded over a thousand years ago by the famous four."
She heard Jezibel give a brief noise of acknowledgment. "Their names were Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflpuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin." Jezibel nodded her on as they walked down the sidewalk. "The students are separated into four houses, each named after one of the founders."
"So it's like a class system, just with names instead of numbers?" Minerva paused for a moment thinking it over.
"Yes, I think it could be described that way. Every house has a faculty member that's head of the house. I happen to be the head of Gryffindor." she was slightly startled to see a pitying look flash across Jezibel's face. She thought she heard a soft voice saying, "poor dear having to deal with so many children." But it could have been her imagination. "We teach a wide variety of magical subjects, but I won't bore you with those details."
"Left up here," Jezibel interrupted, "where is Hogwarts?"
"It's in Scotland, a bit north of Edinburgh."
"Ahh, I'm not too familiar with England's geography, but I think I have a general idea." Jezibel paused and motioned towards one of the oddest gates Minerva had seen, two wooden posts stuck out of the ground with carvings of Chinese characters across their height.
The posts were holding up two lengths of wood that resembled the main beam in a canoe, the two beams were about a foot apart. A rope was streamed between the supporting beams. Attached to the rope were small papers fluttering in the breeze. Minerva could feel magic radiating out of the small gate as if it held back a flood.
"He's in there, whenever he goes missing I know he's come here. The mouryou here are nice and make him feel welcome."
The two walked to the gate and passed through, Minerva went first so she didn't notice Jezibel clutch her head and sway briefly before continuing on. What she did see was an odd sight for her. There was a pond and several wooden houses. All of the structures had more of the squiggly Chinese script.
To her left, there was a small elevated spring under a roof, a stone dragon spit the water into the collection area. Three ladles were resting on the stone bowl. To the right of the dragon was a small gravel path with mossy stones in various areas and it looked as if someone had raked the gravel. In front of that was a bridge that arced across the pond. On the other side rested another roofed statue, this one of a bull. On what would have been a wall of the small roof, there hung hundreds of little wooden blocks with more writing on them. More statues covered the area, some with paper strings hanging on them, others with letters carved into them. It gave off a very impressive display.
As she stood gawking, Jezibel went to the dragon spring and using one of the ladles cleaned her hands in a solemn way. She returned to Minerva's side. "Ms McGonagall, follow me, he's probably over there." She gestured across the bridge to the stone bull resting near a stone lion. Heading towards the bridge she said almost as an afterthought "don't step off the path, the priests spend a lot of time cultivating the ground, you don't want to mess it up."
Minerva was still awed by the presence of the place that she only nodded in response then followed. As they descended from the bridge, her heart almost stopped at the sight of what the little baby she has seen all those years ago had become. He was average height for an eleven year old boy, but the black hair had been replaced by a wild main of reddish sandy blond hair. It stuck up in every which way and seemed to obey it's own laws of gravity. She could see black roots which gave her a slight bit of relief. Below that mop of wild hair was a fairly tanned and healthy face, a pair of thick framed glasses rested on his face, the blue tint completely covering up the color of his emerald eyes. She gasped, causing Jezibel to inquire what was wrong.
"He, , , ,he's missing his scar" Jezibel gave Minerva an odd look.
"How'd you know about the scar? And why's it so important?" She nearly whispered the questions. "And don't say anything about it to him. He's very sensitive about the subject."
Minerva just gave Jezibel a shocked look. Then turned back to studying the boy. He was wearing a tee-shirt which was dark blue with orange orchids and tropical flowers framing the words "Devil's Incarnation" in bold white letters across the front. In slightly smaller letters just below it stated "Administers Darkness". He was wearing a pair of jeans and light blue and white pair of sneaker. They arrived in time to see him writing on one of the little pieces of wood then hang it on the wall with the others. He took a step back, clapped his hands and bowed his head.
Minerva took the time to quietly respond to Jezibel's inquiry. "He got that scar on Halloween when he was one. He's pretty much become famous because of it. This should all have been in that letter that was with him." She looked over to Jezibel just in time to see an odd look cross her face.
"He did get the letter, right?"
Jezibel got a sheepish look on her face.
"When we moved from America, it got lost. I never found it to give it to him after I taught him to read."
Minerva gave the woman a look of astonishment. "You Lost it? It was important."
Jezibel waved away what she would have said and gave a quick "whatever was in it, it doesn't matter now. It's too late and we'll deal."
Minerva turned her attention back to the boy in the shrine. He lifted his head and went to the next statue. He sat down next to it and started to speak softly. Because her attention was on Senku, Minerva didn't notice Jezibel sway dizzily and grab the rail of the bridge.
"Come on, let's give him some time, he's so sure that I'll get accepted that he's saying goodby." Jezibel motioned Minerva towards a more house-like structure. "I want to get some charms before we leave." She said as they continued their way up to a small window where there was a colourful display of cloth and wood, all with delicate symbols on them.
"Konnichiwa, Nagasawa-san. Genki desuka?" The old man behind the opening gave Jezibel a warm smile. "Ahh, Majison-san, genki desu. Senku-kun wa dou?" the two continued on for a few minutes speaking so quickly that even if Minerva could understand a little of it, she wouldn't have been able to catch the conversation. Somewhere in the conversation, Jezibel gave the man a few coins and carefully selected some of the colorful charms on the table. The man gave a toothy smile and put them in a bag. With a "Ja Matta"Jezibel turned to Minerva.
"This should have been enough time, let's go fetch him. Shall we?"
The only response was a nod from the dark haired woman.
AN Woo hoo, new chapter, I'm so proud.
Senku's T-shirt is real, I actually described a shirt I bought in Japan, it's really funny to see. And the shrine isn't real, I took pieces from shrines in Tajimi and Chikusa and a little from Ninju-mura. Also I'd like my readers to help me decide if Jez will get the teaching gig, I'm thinking yes, but she has certain problems that might make that inadvisable, so should she overcome it or not?