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Mystic: Whooohoo, we're back!
Silver: Sorrysorry for the long wait, but we've finally gotten chappie 2 up. Yay for us!
Mystic: Whooohoo!
Silver: Well, here are the responses to the wonderful, kindhearted, amazing, magnificent, miraculous, thoughtful, phenomen—
Mystic: GET ON WITH IT.
Silver: —al people who reviewed. WE LOVE YOU!
Sadist Lenne Tsukiko/Lenne Tsukiko Mistress of the Shadows: Thankies! Sorry about not updating soon, but here it is, at least! Better late than never, right? ;) As for #s 1 and 4… Silver: WHOOOT! I'm better liked than you, Mystic! HAH! Mystic: (hides in dark corner, crying) The pairings are right on target! …except for one… and which one that is, you'll hafta read to find out. Although your idea has opened a whole new horizon of 'torturing' for a certain character… MUAHAHAHAHA! Thanks for all your help!
oddeyes: Thank you, thank you. Glad you liked it! We've got plenty of ideas on where this story is going… all we need is the time and patience to write them all down. And remember where we put them. So it might take a while between chapters. ;) And Mystic has perked up from her Evil-Moping-Corner-Of-Doom now because of your liking her character better than mine (Silver), so thank you for that. And we shall surprise you, don't you worry… :D
:-D: We agree, it is awesome! Thankies for the compliments, we shall bask in them for all time. Very perceptive of you by the way, the characters do represent the authors in both mannerisms and attitudes. We hope the story meets expectations!
goldenraven: We humbly apologize if we offended you in any way. As a matter of fact, we know very well that Koenma is not stupid (albeit a little cowardly at times—and before anyone bites our heads off, refer to the episode in the Dark Tournament with the jet pack) and Botan is not a ditz. It's called comic relief; making fun of a character or two for a bit of humor. And although Mystic hasn't watched much of the show, Silver has and owns every single DVD. :P Once, again, sorry for offending, but it was honestly done for the sake of some laughs.
Mystic: Now that that is over and done with… Here ya go! A ridiculously short chapter that we churned out for the sake of churning something out! At five pages, its somewhat of a disappointment, but real life school is calling... and we never seem to get to converse as much anymore.
Silver: We'll make chappie 3 as long as possible to make up for this sad excuse for a chapter, we swear! Of course, it'll probably take another three years or so…
Mystic: Ahem. Talking here! Enjoy, faithful readers!
Disclaimer: Silver and Mystic, in their intelligence, forgot to put a disclaimer in former chapter, so this one encompasses both. They do not own Harry Potter, past or present. They are also most certainly not creating a diabolical plan to gain ownership as we speak. No siree, they most certainly are not.
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Mystic strolled down the train corridors happily, pausing a moment to gain her balance as the train started moving. She stopped every once in a while to chat with someone walking the corridors like her, until she finally came upon a compartment with the door still open, revealing a pretty red-haired girl sitting there and staring pensively out the window.
Mystic rapped her knuckles on the door frame, startling the girl out of her reverie.
"Hiya!" Mystic grinned, "Name's Mystic Starr. Who are you?"
"Lily Evans," The girl replied, smiling slightly.
"Can I sit here?"
"Sure."
Mystic promptly plopped herself down on the seat across from Lily. "Are you here alone?" Lily shook her head.
"I'm here with my friends, but they're chasing after the food cart or something. I just got back from my prefect meeting."
"…Eh?"
Lily blinked. "'Eh' what?"
"What's a prefect meeting?"
A confused expression came over Lily's face, before disappearing. "Oh, are you a first year?"
Mystic shook her head. "No, close though. I'm a transfer."
"Ah. Well, it's like a school vice-president sort of thing. Each House has two, a boy and a girl, and then there's the Head Boy and Head Girl, who are like school presidents… wait, you know about the Houses, right?"
"Yup!"
"Okay. Are you here alone?"
"No, I'm with my friends. We, uh… all got accepted into Hogwarts together, miraculously, even though we're all, uhm, Muggleborn." As she lied, her eyes shifted into a guilty neon green. Seeing Lily's surprised look, she added, "My eyes do that—change color according to my mood. Hey, you wanna come with me to meet my friends?" She said that last bit to distract Lily from asking what neon green meant.
"Uh, sure," Lily responded, and Mystic dragged her along, chatting cheerfully about her companions.
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The door to James' compartment slid open, revealing a grinning Mystic and…
"Evans!"
"Ugh, Potter." Lily muttered in response. Turning to Mystic, she said, "Don't tell me he's one of your friends?"
Mystic shrugged. "We just met yesterday. I'm guessing you know each other."
"Unfortunately, yes," Lily spat.
"Dear, dear, Evans, you wound me. Whatever did I do to you?"
"You want the short version, that'll take about thirty minutes, or the long version, that'll take five hours?"
Sweatdrop.
"Ehhh… Ya know what, maybe I should introduce you to the guys in the other compartment first. See ya later!" Mystic hurriedly shut the door before the two could attack each other—it would be hard to hide two bodies in a train full of people.
She turned straight around and slid the door to Remus' compartment open, waving at those in it.
"Since you know James, you probably know Remus and Peter—" Here, Lily nodded to the two of them, smiling slightly (she had no quarrel with those two, after all, it was James and Sirius she disliked) "—so I won't introduce you, but the two across from them are my friends. Botan's the blue-haired one, and Koenma's the one dressed in freaky clothes."
"Hi," Lily said, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.
"'Allo!"
"My pleasure."
After a few minutes of standing there doing nothing, Mystic turned with a sigh to Lily. "Are you cooled down enough to go to the other compartment now?"
"Not really, no. I suppose you can introduce me later, if you want."
"Okay! But in the meantime, I'll tell you about them. The silver-haired one is my best friend, Silver Sumeragi. The mean-looking one's Kaname Hagiri. He's a pretty nice guy once you get to know him, but you have to get through all the glaring and insulting first so not many bother. He's real nice to Silver though, when they're not in a fight." Lily nodded, to show she understood. "Koenma and Botan over there like each other from what I can tell, but are too chicken to tell each other so they always act weird when alone together." Mystic added the last bit happily, oblivious to Lily's and Remus' attempts at hiding laughter and Botan's and Koenma's blushing faces.
No one noticed Peter's downcast eyes filled with sadness and animosity.
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"…This has got to be the most boring thing in the world." Hagiri seethed, leaning on the wall in a fashion that screamed 'I am extremely pissed off so don't talk to me unless you want your face smashed in!'
Apparently, Koenma wanted his face smashed in.
"Awww, is da wittle baby-kins boooored?" Koenma cooed incessantly.
His reply was a swift knee kick in the stomach, followed by a fist to the teen's left cheek.
Hagiri, along with the rest of his from-the-future companions, were currently waiting outside the grand doors of Hogwarts' Great Hall. A sorting, whatever that was, was taking place and they would only be sorted after the first years.
Or so Professor MacDonald said. (As you can see, Hagiri wasn't very good with names.)
After another millionth round of applause erupting from the other side of the doors, they finally opened—by themselves, might I add—to reveal an enormous room filled with an innumerable amount of people, all staring at them.
Getting up from their various positions on the floor, the transfers walked nervously to the front of the Great Hall, where a dingy old hat sat on top of a… well, a dingy old stool.
"If their magic is so great you'd think they would get newer stuff," Hagiri grumbled. Silver smiled disarmingly at him.
"Bad mood?"
"Quite."
"Let the sorting of the transfers begin," Headmaster Dumbledore said loudly, hushing the whispers that had traveled around the room. Professor McGonagall nodded curtly, turning her stormy-gray eyes toward her parchment bearing five names.
"Hagiri, Kaname." Scowling darkly, said teen slouched his way up to the stool, stopping just short of it. The Professor who had spoken to them before was looking at him expectantly, and after a few seconds of standing there at a loss, he resigned himself to 'asking' for her assistance.
"The hell am I supposed to do now?"
An insulted look crossed her face. Yeah, that makes you look SO much more attractive, Hagiri thought absently. "Put the hat on, Mr. Hagiri."
After a muttered "I knew that," he followed her directions and placed the hat unceremoniously on his head.
From the future? Haven't had one of those in years… Hagiri started when he heard a thinnish voice whispering in his head.
"Hell, you talk? Never woulda guessed. What else can you do? Any hat tricks?"
Har-dee-har-har. In fact, I can sort people into houses. Amazing, inn't it? The hat's voice took on a wry, sarcastic tone.
"…You are steadily getting on my nerves."
Ooh, scary. I suppose I'll make it quick then… Hagiri heard a faint rustling sound, as if pages were being turned in a book. Ahh… there we go, the personality section. You are definitely not going in Hufflepuff, that's for certain… I don't think that putting you in Ravenclaw would be quite prudent, either. Sorry to say, you aren't wise enough. Hagiri mentally rolled his eyes, dismissing the insult easily. And you hate goody-two shoes heroes who save the world. No to Gryffindor, then. I do believe that leaves… "SLYTHERIN!"
Cheers erupted from the table on the far right. With a sigh, Hagiri plucked the hat off his head and tossed it on the stool. He walked to the Slytherin table (noting the swooning girls there with obvious distaste) and sat by Snape, the only one there that he knew. Snape nodded his head once in acknowledgement, and Hagiri returned the favor before the two of them turned to watch the sorting continue.
"Kaire, Botan."
Botan walked hurriedly to the Sorting Hat, her nervousness unapparent on her smiling face. She sat down on the stool and plunked the hat haphazardly on her head.
Hmm. Another one from the future… but you aren't exactly human, are you? 'Grim Reaper' they call you, although you can hardly be called grim at first appearance. But I suppose carrying those dead souls away has more of an effect on you than most imagine…
Botan stayed silent, not trusting herself to talk to this hat that knew her all too well.
Are you there?
She started. "I—I guess… you're right. But how do you think those 'dead souls' will feel if I show up with a sad face? It'll only remind them of what they're missing in life. And if I don't act happy all the time, my friends won't… won't want to be my friends…"
…A true hero, that you are… "GRYFFINDOR!"
Botan nearly flung the hat off her head, breathing a sigh of relief. She walked shakily to the cheering table decked out in red and gold, trying to forget the feeling she got when that hat sifted through her deepest, darkest thoughts like it was nothing.
Closing her light pink eyes for a second, she smiled at James, Peter, Sirius and Remus, who were all eagerly congratulating her, then turned to watch Koenma's sorting.
"Myrmidon, Koenma."
Walking smoothly up to the chair, his robes billowing behind him, he had all the looks of a handsome, graceful teenager to those watching him saunter up.
They couldn't be more wrong.
"ULP! OWWW!"
Koenma had tripped ever-so-ungracefully on the hem of his robes and fallen flat on his face in the middle of the Great Hall. Face burning, he resigned himself to getting up and finishing the walk to the Sorting Hat, ignoring (for the most part) the peals of laughter that had erupted around the room.
Hell, even McGonagall was snickering as she handed him the hat.
Quite a display there, young man.
"SHUT. UP."
Ooh, touchy touchy. Let's get started, shall we? The rustling of pages, then a slight pause. Hmm… another transfer. Not exactly a serious student, are you. You won't be going into Ravenclaw, that's for sure. And if I put you in Slytherin they'd tear you to pieces in the first few minutes. And although that would be entertaining, Dumbledore would burn me if I did that, so no there…
"What about Gryffindor?"
…I… don't think that would be the best idea.
"…Hmph."
Well, that settles it. Hufflepuff, land of the bubbly people it is. "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Grumbling, Koenma tossed the hat aside and made his way to the 'land of the bubbly people'. He plopped himself on the nearest bench, sighed, and pounded his head three times on the table for good measure.
'I hate my father,' he thought with increasing intensity. 'HATE.'
"Starr, Mystic." The people of the Great Hall turned and stared at the strange girl with the strange hair and strange eyes. Strange!
Not noticing all the stares she received, Mystic skipped up to the stool and calmly put on the hat.
"Hello!"
Err… wow! No one has ever greeted me before. They usually are surprised when they get up here to hear me talk in their minds.
"Well, it's not that hard to figure out. You sang the opening song, so I knew that you could talk, and by the expressions and how they changed on everyone else, I figured that you were talking to them. Telepathy is not all that uncommon to me, I guess. So, how long have you had this job? Did you know that I like candy?"
Eh? I… well… since I was created, I guess. I never really thought of it as a job… and no I didn't know that you like candy… I was so certain to put you in Ravenclaw, but now, I'm skeptical… then again…
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Knew-it!" Mystic couldn't help singing rather cheerfully in her mind. As she took the hat off, she heard the hat chuckle lightly. Mystic trotted to her House table, sitting at the first empty seat she could find and introducing herself to those around her.
"Sumeragi, Silver." Silver walked briskly towards the stool and rested the Sorting Hat somewhat gingerly on her head.
My, you've got quite the past… the hat mused.
"…And you talk…" Silver replied.
Yes, yes, I talk. You don't know HOW many times I get that a year… Sheez… Anyways, you're a sweet girl, no doubt about that. You'll make many good friends in Hufflepuff. Oh, and intelligent as well, though not as book-loving as your friend Mystic… Ravenclaw will definitely develop your mind and quicken your wits. And we can't leave out Gryffindor or Slytherin, too many of those qualities in you… My, my, my, you're one of those difficult ones… I suppose I'll let you decide. Well?
Silver started. "You're letting me decide? You sure you can do that?"
Yes, quite sure. Besides, I'm quite interested in which House you'll choose.
"Oh… uhm… well, they all sound quite nice, actually… geez… ah, well, I might as well pick the old-fashioned way." After a quick eeny-meeny-miney-moe, "Ehhh, I guess it's Ravenclaw…"
Very well then. "RAVENCLAW!"
Ravenclaw's table erupted in applause once more as Silver took the Hat off and ambled up to where Mystic was sitting. Her friend flashed her a toothy grin that she returned half-heartedly, muttering about how hungry she was.
The talk and laughter died down as Dumbledore stood up once more, clapping his hands for attention. "Without further ado, let the feast begin! I do love those strawberry tarts."
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A/N:
Silver: Ridiculously short… but hey, at least we got the sorting done. Next up, classes are in session! Step right up to meet and greet the teachers that will be putting our beloved characters through a hell of the acutest kind!
Mystic: "Step right up"? You make it sound like a circus.
Silver: Why yes, Mystic dear, that was exactly what I had in mind. 'Let's turn Hogwarts into a circus'. The reviewers will LOVE that.
Mystic: … Are you serious?
Silver: No, Mystic.
Mystic: Alrighty then! Review, O wonderful people, and we shall love you for all eternity!
