Hey all!! Okay. I guess I need to explain a few things.
Andromeda is a galaxy, but here on earth, we see it as a star. The middle one in Orion's Belt. Sorry, I am an avid stargazer and I love them all. So just be forewarned there may be chapters where they are sitting in astronomy class.
Well anyway. I'm so glad ya'll like this story! It's one of the hardest I've ever had to write, because my head keeps going faster than my hands. Oh and thanks for your concern, I don't think (or should I say hope) that my computer will be giving me anymore troubles.
New poll!! I want to know who want the evil guy to be. 'k? Oh yeah, and thanks so much for helping out in my story. I'll be using your suggestions, well, some of them, but not all.
Hermione's getting suspicious.
One more thing before we get started. Would you guys like to read the story that precedes this one? Please let me and if so I'll post it.
Enjoy and R&R!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter, unfortunately, but then again. my birthday is coming up. *smile* Just kidding!!!
Chapter 6: Flying Lessons
Early in the morning hours, Makoto walked around the castle, still sore from the evening of walking. Still dressed in her sailor suit, she plopped down on one of the long benches in the Great Hall. Early risers were sitting at the Hufflepuff table, passing glances at Makoto's odd outfit. She glared at the girls, stood, and walked out the door, just as the other students were piling into the Great Hall. Just as the girls had done, they just stared, a few burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, but then again, this is just what she thought the Slytherins would have done.
Ducking into a nearby restroom, she dropped to the floor against the wall. Completely worn out and skeptical, she thought she heard some sort of a sound. Her eyes narrowed and snapped to the stall where the soft crying and moaning was coming from. Curious, she stood and pushed open the stall's door. There sitting on the edge of the toilet was a girl of about fifteen with matted hair and long white and blue robs, but she was transparent! Startled at finding a ghost in the bathroom, let alone a ghost anywhere, Makoto stumbled and leapt back, ready to attack.
Myrtle rose up a few feet and stared at Makoto. "Who are you?" she said dramatically. "I don't think I've seen you ever before."
Makoto shook her head to get a grip on herself. The ghost just kept staring back, waiting for an answer. Convinced that she wasn't going to be attacked, Makoto stood up straight, saying, "My name's Kino Makoto." She stammered, wondering if it was worth the risk of talking to the ghost anymore. "Wh-what's yours?"
Myrtle seemed pleased, being asked a regular question as if she were alive. "I'm Myrtle," she smiled. She floated off her toilet and approached Makoto. "What are you wearing?" she asked innocently.
"Not what I should be that's for sure. I gotten nothing but evil stares at my Sailor Scout uniform." She raised her hand and detransformed into her school robes. She sighed, feeling more energetic than she had before.
"So you're in Gryffindor, I see," Myrtle sad, fingering Makoto's uniform, though she could not actually feel it. "That was my old house, before I died." Myrtle seemed almost cheerful, happy to have someone to talk.
Makoto gave Myrtle a confused look. "Nani?" she asked innocently. Without her transformation, she didn't understand much English. She shook her head and spoke in rough English: "Sorry I not know English good."
Myrtle stared at Makoto and burst into tears. "Fine! You know if you did not want to talk to me you could have just told me!" she cried, tears spilling from her ghostly eyes. "But I forgot! It's always 'Let's be Mean to Myrtle' day!!" She dove back into the toilet, splashing Makoto in water and covering the floor with it as well.
Confused, Makoto left Myrtle alone. She walked of the restroom, doused in water, but wringing it off herself, completely distillating (concentrating, in other words) on her task, and walked right into Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "Moshi moshi minna-san. Gomen nasai." she apologized. She pulled Harry to his feet and brushed him off. The water was now minimal, but was still present. "I not look," she apologized in rough English.
After assuring her that everything was alright, they went into the Great Hall, followed closely by Makoto. Unlike it was twenty minutes before, the Great Hall was filled with noise, students and plates of food. Harry, Ron and Hermione settled themselves on the end of the long table and Makoto followed suit. Staring at the food in front of her she frowned. All the plates were filled with succulent foods, all of which appeasing to the people in the Hall, but Makoto remembered what she was doing just the night before.
Ron noticed her disappointment and was going to say something, but was interrupted by the arrival of the mail. Hundreds of owls and birds filled the air around the tables, dropping packages and letters to all of the students. Makoto looked up and saw a small bird coming to her with a letter addressed in calligraphy.
She tore open the letter and scanned it apprehensively. Her face fell even more as she continued to read it. She took away and began crumpling it, cursing the day in Japanese. She dropped it in front of her and dropped her head to the table angrily. "Baka Usagi," she murmured, clutching her head in her hands. Her name was called and snapped to attention and looked around.
Professor McGonagall was walking down the table, passing out student schedules. She had shoved Makoto's into her hand a little roughly as she handed Ron, Hermione, and Harry theirs. Glancing at the English written on the card, and realizing she would have no idea where to go, she showed the card to Harry. "Where?" she asked pointing down her schedule.
Harry shrugged his shoulders, comparing his to hers. They were exactly identical, except that day she had flying lessons with the first years. "Just follow me," he said smiling and gesturing to himself and his friends.
She must have understood him, because then she pointed at it again, this time asking, "What?"
Dumbfounded, Harry studied her schedule and showed it to Hermione, who could not translate it for Makoto. He shook his head to her, confirming that they did not know how to explain it to her.
She sighed heavily, but stood up determined and went up to the long teacher's table at the front of the room. She approached Professor Dumbledore and pointed at her schedule while explaining her dilemma. He smiled and started helping her out.
Meanwhile, Harry and his Friends continued to eat their breakfast. Hermione was the first to speak after Makoto left, saying, "What does she think she's trying to pull?" Her face was set in determination. "I thought she was a transfer student from one of the Japanese schools. But did you se on her schedule? She had flying today."
"Maybe they don't have flying lessons in Japan until their fifth year?" Ron suggested, but Hermione shook her head curtly. "Well, they could!" he protested. "Or did you check out a book on Japanese schools?"
"Yeah. so what. They have the exact same agenda as us: flying lessons in the first year. So the point remains," she said determined. Seeing Harry's scowl, she added, "It's not that I don't like her. I just find this a little strange. She comes here, to an ENGLISH school without knowing the language. Don't you find it suspicious?"
Harry opened his mouth to retaliate, but Makoto walked up behind him, tapped him on the shoulder, and pointed at Oliver Wood, the Quidditch captain, who was beckoning over. Harry turned back to his friends, rolled his eyes and left saying, "Whatever. See you later."
"Ciao, Harry!" Makoto said excitedly. Dumbledore had written down her schedule in Japanese, luckily. Now she knew where she was going and when. He had also told her to follow Harry and the other Gryffindor fifth years. 'Except for today' she thought, 'today I am going to learn to fly.' She smiled on turned on her heel, leaving Hermione and Ron staring after her.
Later.
Makoto stared anxiously around her. Several young students, all first years, stood next to rows and rows of broom. Up in the air, the Gryffindor Quidditch team was flying around, just practicing and showing off. Oliver Wood was hoping to find a second seeker or just another player for his team. Hopefully there was a natural among the first years and he or she could train and be ready for next season.
Madam Hooch, the flying instructor, finally approached the group of first years. "Well, what are we waiting for? Welcome to your first flying lesson," she said calmly. She had done this for several lessons, training and teaching many good student flyers. "Everyone stand by a broom. Gryffindors, please take notice that your Quidditch team is here. They are here looking for in-born talent in you young flyers." She gestured slightly to the players. "Right hand over your broom and say up."
Echoes of 'up' came shortly thereafter. Makoto looked around confused, but then caught the idea and said coaxed the broom to her hands. Her powers were still in balance, though sometimes unnecessary, in this form, so she was still able to use them.
After several minutes, the chorus of 'up' had ceased and every broom was in a hand. Makoto's had been one of the first in hand, but still, she was at a disadvantage, not knowing enough English.
"Mount your brooms," Madam Hooch continued in her instruction. Every first year immediately swung their leg over the broom, itching to get off the ground. Makoto, catching on, followed suit and mounted her own broom, not quite ready to get off the ground quite yet.
"Good. Now rise two feet and drop back down, just like this," she demonstrated. Few where able to get off the ground in the first place. Makoto just stared around, and glanced at Harry, who smiled at her. In determination, she floated evenly right at two feet off the ground. Then, feeling confident in herself, she rose to level with Harry, about ten feet off the ground. She then, turned and lowered herself to the ground.
Madam Hooch sneered at her, but continued with her lesson. "See how easily Makoto flew into the air? Don't be afraid of your broom and you'll fly just as high," she said cockily. Makoto simply smiled upon hearing her name and stood still as the others flew, or tried to fly.
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So what cha think? I hope you like. Because I sure do.
Anyway. R&R or no more!!!!
Ciao!
Princess Ikumi-chan
Andromeda is a galaxy, but here on earth, we see it as a star. The middle one in Orion's Belt. Sorry, I am an avid stargazer and I love them all. So just be forewarned there may be chapters where they are sitting in astronomy class.
Well anyway. I'm so glad ya'll like this story! It's one of the hardest I've ever had to write, because my head keeps going faster than my hands. Oh and thanks for your concern, I don't think (or should I say hope) that my computer will be giving me anymore troubles.
New poll!! I want to know who want the evil guy to be. 'k? Oh yeah, and thanks so much for helping out in my story. I'll be using your suggestions, well, some of them, but not all.
Hermione's getting suspicious.
One more thing before we get started. Would you guys like to read the story that precedes this one? Please let me and if so I'll post it.
Enjoy and R&R!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter, unfortunately, but then again. my birthday is coming up. *smile* Just kidding!!!
Chapter 6: Flying Lessons
Early in the morning hours, Makoto walked around the castle, still sore from the evening of walking. Still dressed in her sailor suit, she plopped down on one of the long benches in the Great Hall. Early risers were sitting at the Hufflepuff table, passing glances at Makoto's odd outfit. She glared at the girls, stood, and walked out the door, just as the other students were piling into the Great Hall. Just as the girls had done, they just stared, a few burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, but then again, this is just what she thought the Slytherins would have done.
Ducking into a nearby restroom, she dropped to the floor against the wall. Completely worn out and skeptical, she thought she heard some sort of a sound. Her eyes narrowed and snapped to the stall where the soft crying and moaning was coming from. Curious, she stood and pushed open the stall's door. There sitting on the edge of the toilet was a girl of about fifteen with matted hair and long white and blue robs, but she was transparent! Startled at finding a ghost in the bathroom, let alone a ghost anywhere, Makoto stumbled and leapt back, ready to attack.
Myrtle rose up a few feet and stared at Makoto. "Who are you?" she said dramatically. "I don't think I've seen you ever before."
Makoto shook her head to get a grip on herself. The ghost just kept staring back, waiting for an answer. Convinced that she wasn't going to be attacked, Makoto stood up straight, saying, "My name's Kino Makoto." She stammered, wondering if it was worth the risk of talking to the ghost anymore. "Wh-what's yours?"
Myrtle seemed pleased, being asked a regular question as if she were alive. "I'm Myrtle," she smiled. She floated off her toilet and approached Makoto. "What are you wearing?" she asked innocently.
"Not what I should be that's for sure. I gotten nothing but evil stares at my Sailor Scout uniform." She raised her hand and detransformed into her school robes. She sighed, feeling more energetic than she had before.
"So you're in Gryffindor, I see," Myrtle sad, fingering Makoto's uniform, though she could not actually feel it. "That was my old house, before I died." Myrtle seemed almost cheerful, happy to have someone to talk.
Makoto gave Myrtle a confused look. "Nani?" she asked innocently. Without her transformation, she didn't understand much English. She shook her head and spoke in rough English: "Sorry I not know English good."
Myrtle stared at Makoto and burst into tears. "Fine! You know if you did not want to talk to me you could have just told me!" she cried, tears spilling from her ghostly eyes. "But I forgot! It's always 'Let's be Mean to Myrtle' day!!" She dove back into the toilet, splashing Makoto in water and covering the floor with it as well.
Confused, Makoto left Myrtle alone. She walked of the restroom, doused in water, but wringing it off herself, completely distillating (concentrating, in other words) on her task, and walked right into Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "Moshi moshi minna-san. Gomen nasai." she apologized. She pulled Harry to his feet and brushed him off. The water was now minimal, but was still present. "I not look," she apologized in rough English.
After assuring her that everything was alright, they went into the Great Hall, followed closely by Makoto. Unlike it was twenty minutes before, the Great Hall was filled with noise, students and plates of food. Harry, Ron and Hermione settled themselves on the end of the long table and Makoto followed suit. Staring at the food in front of her she frowned. All the plates were filled with succulent foods, all of which appeasing to the people in the Hall, but Makoto remembered what she was doing just the night before.
Ron noticed her disappointment and was going to say something, but was interrupted by the arrival of the mail. Hundreds of owls and birds filled the air around the tables, dropping packages and letters to all of the students. Makoto looked up and saw a small bird coming to her with a letter addressed in calligraphy.
She tore open the letter and scanned it apprehensively. Her face fell even more as she continued to read it. She took away and began crumpling it, cursing the day in Japanese. She dropped it in front of her and dropped her head to the table angrily. "Baka Usagi," she murmured, clutching her head in her hands. Her name was called and snapped to attention and looked around.
Professor McGonagall was walking down the table, passing out student schedules. She had shoved Makoto's into her hand a little roughly as she handed Ron, Hermione, and Harry theirs. Glancing at the English written on the card, and realizing she would have no idea where to go, she showed the card to Harry. "Where?" she asked pointing down her schedule.
Harry shrugged his shoulders, comparing his to hers. They were exactly identical, except that day she had flying lessons with the first years. "Just follow me," he said smiling and gesturing to himself and his friends.
She must have understood him, because then she pointed at it again, this time asking, "What?"
Dumbfounded, Harry studied her schedule and showed it to Hermione, who could not translate it for Makoto. He shook his head to her, confirming that they did not know how to explain it to her.
She sighed heavily, but stood up determined and went up to the long teacher's table at the front of the room. She approached Professor Dumbledore and pointed at her schedule while explaining her dilemma. He smiled and started helping her out.
Meanwhile, Harry and his Friends continued to eat their breakfast. Hermione was the first to speak after Makoto left, saying, "What does she think she's trying to pull?" Her face was set in determination. "I thought she was a transfer student from one of the Japanese schools. But did you se on her schedule? She had flying today."
"Maybe they don't have flying lessons in Japan until their fifth year?" Ron suggested, but Hermione shook her head curtly. "Well, they could!" he protested. "Or did you check out a book on Japanese schools?"
"Yeah. so what. They have the exact same agenda as us: flying lessons in the first year. So the point remains," she said determined. Seeing Harry's scowl, she added, "It's not that I don't like her. I just find this a little strange. She comes here, to an ENGLISH school without knowing the language. Don't you find it suspicious?"
Harry opened his mouth to retaliate, but Makoto walked up behind him, tapped him on the shoulder, and pointed at Oliver Wood, the Quidditch captain, who was beckoning over. Harry turned back to his friends, rolled his eyes and left saying, "Whatever. See you later."
"Ciao, Harry!" Makoto said excitedly. Dumbledore had written down her schedule in Japanese, luckily. Now she knew where she was going and when. He had also told her to follow Harry and the other Gryffindor fifth years. 'Except for today' she thought, 'today I am going to learn to fly.' She smiled on turned on her heel, leaving Hermione and Ron staring after her.
Later.
Makoto stared anxiously around her. Several young students, all first years, stood next to rows and rows of broom. Up in the air, the Gryffindor Quidditch team was flying around, just practicing and showing off. Oliver Wood was hoping to find a second seeker or just another player for his team. Hopefully there was a natural among the first years and he or she could train and be ready for next season.
Madam Hooch, the flying instructor, finally approached the group of first years. "Well, what are we waiting for? Welcome to your first flying lesson," she said calmly. She had done this for several lessons, training and teaching many good student flyers. "Everyone stand by a broom. Gryffindors, please take notice that your Quidditch team is here. They are here looking for in-born talent in you young flyers." She gestured slightly to the players. "Right hand over your broom and say up."
Echoes of 'up' came shortly thereafter. Makoto looked around confused, but then caught the idea and said coaxed the broom to her hands. Her powers were still in balance, though sometimes unnecessary, in this form, so she was still able to use them.
After several minutes, the chorus of 'up' had ceased and every broom was in a hand. Makoto's had been one of the first in hand, but still, she was at a disadvantage, not knowing enough English.
"Mount your brooms," Madam Hooch continued in her instruction. Every first year immediately swung their leg over the broom, itching to get off the ground. Makoto, catching on, followed suit and mounted her own broom, not quite ready to get off the ground quite yet.
"Good. Now rise two feet and drop back down, just like this," she demonstrated. Few where able to get off the ground in the first place. Makoto just stared around, and glanced at Harry, who smiled at her. In determination, she floated evenly right at two feet off the ground. Then, feeling confident in herself, she rose to level with Harry, about ten feet off the ground. She then, turned and lowered herself to the ground.
Madam Hooch sneered at her, but continued with her lesson. "See how easily Makoto flew into the air? Don't be afraid of your broom and you'll fly just as high," she said cockily. Makoto simply smiled upon hearing her name and stood still as the others flew, or tried to fly.
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So what cha think? I hope you like. Because I sure do.
Anyway. R&R or no more!!!!
Ciao!
Princess Ikumi-chan