Yay for the fifth chappie. This'll probably be the last one until I write somemore, unless I have enough for another one, which I don't know if I do. Maybe. Whatever. Read. Enjoy. Review.
"Welcome to Gryffindor!" Trowa and Heero both looked up over the table to the girl with curly brown hair that had been in Snape's room when they appeared.
"It's a pretty good house. Ain't perfect, mind you," the freckled one sat down beside the girl, and the boy with the scar soon after. "But it's a whole lot better than Slytherin."
"What's wrong with Slytherin?" Heero looked concernedly over at Duo, who was eating a large apple.
"Nothing's wrong with it, neccesarily," the girl said.
"Just that they're bloody fools," the freckled boy replied. "Think they're all high and mighty and better than the rest of us. Nasty, slimy, mean Slytherins."
"It's sort of considered to be a dark house," the girl cut in. "Most all the wizards who went to Slytherin became dark wizards. They never associate with us other houses. Anyways, my name is Hermoine Granger, and this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. We're fifth years as well, and we'll be in your classes. We'd like to offer to show you around or explain anything."
Heero never noticed her speaking, for he was looking intentedly over at Duo. Duo saw Heero and waved, grinning his famous grin and giving his V-for-victory sign.
"Don't worry about your friend, Heero," Hermoine diverted his attention. "I'm sure he'll be fine."
"Evil Slytherins...," Ron was muttering into his cup as he drank. His eyes went wide suddenly. "I wouldn't be too sure he'll be okay. Malfoy's making his move." The other four turned to look at Duo, who was saying hi to the greasy blondehaired kid from earlier.
"Who is that?" Heero asked.
"That's Draco Malfoy," Harry spoke for the first time. "Slytherin resident and low life scum."
"And Harry's arch enemy. Malfoy hates our guts, and he's always looking for new recruits to join his hate club," Ron added.
"I hope your friend is really loyal to you," Harry said. "If he hangs with Malfoy, he'll be coming after us."
"Duo is strong," Trowa mentioned.
"We hope," Ron muttered. Heero nearly shuddered. He hated the fact that Duo was in a dark house. Shinigami would take advantage of that...Shinigami had probably gotten him put in Slytherin.
"Hiya, Draco," Duo said as the boy sat down. "Neat name."
"Call me Malfoy."
"Sure, but don't call me Maxwell," Duo rolled his eyes. "I get enough of that from Wufei."
"The chinese boy, right?" Malfoy asked, and Duo nodded. "Welcome to Slytherin, Duo. I'm a fifth year as well, as are Crabbe and Goyle, here," Duo looked at the two hefty boys sitting on either side of Malfoy and automatically thought 'henchmen'. "So we'll be in your classes. I'll show you around the school."
"Why's your hair so long?" Crabbe suddenly asked. Malfoy elbowed him, and Duo didn't answer. Nobody needed to know why he had a three foot long braid.
"Our first class is Charms, with that idiot Professor Flitwick," Malfoy sneered. "And those idiotic Gryffindors."
"We got a class with Gryffindor? Sick and twisted!" Duo shouted his expression of coolness.
Malfoy, obviously, took it the wrong way. "Blasted Gryffindors. Think they're better than us."
"They do?"
"Oh, yes," Malfoy scowled. "Especially that Potter. Thinks he's the best, just because he's famous."
"He's famous?"
"They say he defeated the dark Lord Voldemort when he was just a baby, but that's pathetic in my opinion. How could a baby defeat the greatest dark wizard of all time? Pitiful. And that Hermoine Granger. What a teacher's pet! Teacher's pet and a filthy mudblood."
"Mudblood?"
"Her parents are both muggles," Malfoy continued complaining. "They shouldn't let her kind in here. Dirty blood. Only pure blood wizards should be allowed."
"Pure blood?"
"Students with magic parents," Malfoy explained quickly, then went back to his rant. "And the Weasley's, especially Ron. Don't bother associating with him. The Weasley's can barely afford to be in Hogwart's. All second hand junk."
Duo went back to eating as Malfoy continued to rant and complain, noting that Malfoy seemed to be somewhat annoying. But, right now, he was giving Duo some knowledge of Hogwart's, in a way, and he didn't want to pass that up. So he endured and listened, absorbing.
"Do you know the levitation spell?" the girl, whose name had gotten lost in Wufei's mind, asked.
"No, I do not," Wufei said through gritted teeth. Annoying onnas!
"Oh, then you must watch," she said, excited as she pulled out her wand. She pointed at her cup and spoke. "Wingardium Leviosa." The cup began to rise in the air. Wufei really wasn't impressed.
"Why bother putting a spell on it if you can just use your hand?" he asked, lifing his own cup to his mouth and drinking.
The Ravenclaw girl looked stumped. "Because...well, just because...what if sometime you need to...I mean..."
"Exactly what I thought," Wufei finished, putting an end to her words. He had dismissed more than ten students already, all of them trying to impress and show him many spells. Wufei was simply here to endure the seven months. He did not plan to learn wizardry beyond what was required. What true good would wizardry do him in his world? Nothing, unless he went to the dark side. If he used any of his wizard powers in his job, he'd most likely get fired. That is, if he wasn't fired anyways from being absent for seven months.
Something occurred to Wufei. The Preventors, and Hilde, and Relena, and Sally would go crazy when they couldn't find the five of them after their week of vacation was up. They would search the globe, and the colonies, and every resource they could, but how could they find them if they were in the past? Impossible, and what would the five of them say when they returned.
"Hello? Hello, is there anything in there?" a boy was waving his hand in front of Wufei's face. "Why'd they put you in Ravenclaw if your head is empty?"
Wufei's hand shot up and grabbed the boy's fingers before he could blink. "Don't do that," he said, scowling, and went back to eating and thinking of escuses to use, each one getting abandoned in a giant wastebasket in his mind.
"And we can make things fly and put charms on everything," Dillan, a Hufflepuff boy, was explaining. "And we can make potions that can do almost anything. Trust me, you'll love becoming a wizard. My parents were muggle. I didn't even know about magic until I got my Hogwart's letter five years ago."
"I'm a little nervous about all this," Quatre admitted. "Mr. Ollivander, the wand man, said I was an inner wand wizard. He said it's as if I have a wand in my hand, so I don't need a physical one."
"An inner wand...holy...," Dillan exclaimed. "This must be pure coincidence. I'm probably the only one in the whole school who knows all there is to know about inner wand. See, when I first became a wizard, I researched my family tree, and learned I wasn't the first wizard in the family. The magic had just died off for a bit, leaving us as muggles, then came back in me. And I learned my great times fourteen grandfather was the only living inner wand, so I looked all I could about that up. It was really interesting."
"Do you know how it works?" Quatre asked.
"Oh yeah," Dillan replied. "The inner wand is an incredible boost. You don't have to learn the words to spells or learn how to move your wand or anything. You simply think of what you want to be done, but you have to think of doing it with your magic, and you hold out your hand, and it is done! It's the easiest, and most powerful, wizard way there ever was and is! I'm lucky my ancestor was a pure hearted Hufflepuff, or he might have been a worse Lord Voldemort."
"I just think of doing it with my magic?" Quatre asked for assurance. "I'm still kind of new to the idea of real magic even existing. In my time, we have to rely on our instincts and skills to survive."
"Try it," Dillan urged. "You know magic exists. You know those magicians that perform tricks on TV and stuff and no one knows their secrets? Well, those are wizards. Most of them were muggle born, and liked the muggle world better. I always wish they had a telephone at Hogwart's. My owl died in a lightning storm last year and it's impossible to get messages unless I borrow a friend's owls. Mum and dad have to rent one. It's very hard for muggle parents to get hold of a magic business, like Rent-An-Owl."
"I can understand that."
"Not everything can be done with an inner hand. At times, there are situations only pure cunning and skill can survive. I know because my ancestor was once kidnapped and put into a completely metal room, and he couldn't get out or anything. It seems being enclosed with a certain type of metal disarms the inner wand so its very weak. Either that, or they drugged him with some sort of potion. But he survived and was rescued and had my great times thirteen grandmother."
"Just think it?" Quatre said hesitantly.
"Just think it," Dillan assured him. "But I suggest you wait, since we're eating breakfast under the watch of many teachers, and something could go wrong."
"Wrong?"
"Nothing major. But you might miscalculate your thought, or aim wrong, or...just little things. Inner wand is easy to do, but you still have to get the hang of it," Dillan replied. "Anyways, I'm hungry. Oh, drink your milk quickly. The Fat Friar tends to float through the table when he comes in in the morning, and he'll freeze your milk."
"Fat Friar...float...what are you talking about?" Quatre asked curiously, thoroughly confused.
"The Fat Friar is the ghost of Hufflepuff," Dillan grinned. "They're awesome, the ghosts. You'll love them."
"Ghost!"
DUN DUN SUSPENSE! Oh well, it's easy to solve. Simply move on to the next chapter...