A/N: Ah, how wonderful, eh? Another update on 'Chibi Spells'! I get to introduce you to Professor Alridge. Fun for me, yay! Alright, um, here are responses to reviews as presented by...
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The Great Hall was alight with whispers and rumors. Nearly everybody had heard about the potions incident (as it was now being called) and those who had not heard about it were quickly informed.
Yami was pointedly ignoring the comments flying past him. He offered his aibou a roll.
Marik and his chibi were laughing hysterically, although Malik was just imitating Marik and had no idea why they were laughing.
"Wahahahahaha!"
Suddenly both doors to the Great Hall slammed open and an irate Bakura stalked in, a crying Ryou on his hip.
Shortly after, a smirking Professor Alridge glided in. Yes, glided. He's just that cool. Professor Alridge was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and his teaching methods were a bit... unorthodox, if you will. Why, just last week, they were discussing dementors, and Alridge brought in a real one to show them! Young Harry Potter had been quite displeased.
Professor Alridge was a sadistic young teacher, right out of school. No, not Hogwarts. St. Mungo's University. The first words out of his mouth when he had had his first class with the Gryffindors and Slytherins were 'I don't give freebies. I give heart-attacks.'(1) Sad thing was, when he was at Hogwarts he had been a Ravenclaw.
Anyway, back to the situation. As Professor Alridge glided (yes, glided) to the head table, Bakura sat down roughly, little Ryou still in his arms. Bakura had their wand out and was poking a goblet of pumpkin juice. The yew wand made a funny crackling noise and the juice started to boil.
Yami looked over, worried. "Bakura? What happened?" Normally he wouldn't have cared, but Bakura's light looked worse for wear, trembling and crying softly.
It seemed to snap Bakura out of his mood, because the yami suddenly looked at his hikari and... well, fussed over him. Well, as much as Bakura could fuss in that twisted way he was.
"Stupid -- frr, grr." Snarl. "H'kari, he's just a blasted professor. Ignore him."
Yami was flabbergasted, when had Bakura become so... concerned for his hikari? Not that he would tell the other spirit that... Oh no, he like all his body parts in tact.
Marik, however, asked the forbidden question. "Jeez, thief, when'd you get so nice?"
Bakura snarled as he looked up at the Egyptian... spirit-thing. "Shut up, baka. I'm not in the fucking mood."
"Bakura, what happened?" Yami repeated.
Bakura turned his death glare over to Yami and stated in a deadly calm voice, "Professor Alridge."
Even the once-pharaoh winced at the name. "What did he do?"
Ah, what did our oh-so-favorite professor do?...
Ryou giggled as Bakura picked him up. The yami look down at the chibi and rolled his eyes. 'I swear...'
"So, landlord, how are we going to sneak Yami's card back to him?" Bakura wanted the pharaoh to freak out and then realize that he had it with him the entire time.
"I dunno, Batura... Are we awmost to the Gweat Haw?"
"Yeah, near-" He stopped as Professor Alridge stepped from behind a statue, smirking.
"I heard about your accident, Ryou. Hm, but whatever will we do with a child?" The dark haired professor cackled. "And where did you come from then? Really, if Ryou is a child, then who are you to have his place?"
Bakura snarled. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, I think you do. You called him 'landlord'. Now, why - may I ask - would you called him landlord?"
Bakura growled.
"Well, I'm thinking about it. I've come to a conclusion too; would you like me to grace you with what I think?"
"Not particularly, you pompous prick." Insulting the teach probably wasn't the best move, but at that point Bakura really didn't care.
Ryou, feeling his yami's emotions, started to cry. He let out a wail and buried his head in Bakura's chest.
"Oh, shut up," the professor said. "Anyways, Mr. Bakura, as I was about to explain to you." Alridge's smirk grew larger. "Usually when some one calls another person a 'landlord,' it is because they are a tenet living in the landlord's apartments... Seeing as we have no apartments around here, does that make him your house? Are you his tenet? Are you, more importantly, a parasite?"
Bakura snarled as the teacher's already large smirk widened.
"Oh dear, did I strike a nerve? Terribly sorry." Alridge bowed mockingly and walked off, presumably to the Great Hall…
Yami sighed. "Well, I'll admit, he is sharp."
Bakura gave him a sharp glare. "I'm not a bloody parasite." He spat the word out as if it was disgusting.
"I know that, Bakura. However, Alridge doesn't." He absently swatted Malik's hand away from his plate. "The problem is, we can't expose ourselves and Alridge will probably make that his personal mission."
Marik, who had been silent for most of the conversation, looked over - eyes flashing. "If he so much as touches a hair on Malik's head, I'll gut him," he hissed.
Yami grimaced. "Yes, well, hopefully it won't come to that."
Bakura snorted and rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on Pharaoh. Come off this high and mighty act. You can't honestly say you wouldn't do the same when it came to your hikari."
Yami, however, never got a chance to reply as Harry, Ron, and Hermione came to sit next to them.
Yami had thought it a good idea to tell them about their past and the Sennen items, and the other's begrudgingly agreed. It would be a good to have allies on the right side of the fight.
Bakura growled slightly as his hikari crawled over and sat in Hermione's lap. Yami kicked him under the table and sent him a look that clearly meant 'cool it.'
Hermione obviously didn't mind the child, as she smiled and whispered something in Ryou's ear. Ryou found whatever she said incredibly amusing, and shrieked his approval: "Yes!" She laughed and pulled out her wand, watching as the other chibis suddenly became interested. She turned around on the bench seats and motioned for the children to come sit around her. She picked up a napkin and aimed her wand at it, murmuring an inaudible phrase.
Suddenly, the napkin exploded like a soundless firecracker and confetti rained down on the children. Yugi and Ryou giggled haphazardly as Malik stood up and tried to catch the confetti as it made its way down to the ground.
Ron and Harry looked at the yamis for a long second before Harry worked up the nerve to say anything.
"Well," he murmured. "This is a mess, now, isn't it?"
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Deca:yawns: Hey-o, everyone. I'm so sorry it took so long to get this meager chapter up. I grovel for forgiveness and I'm giving out cookies to everyone who actually reads this chapter. A cookie for you, and the person over there, and oh! You too.
Jimmy: The fic hasn't died… We just ran into some tough spots, where we couldn't update anything. I'm very glad for those who decided to stick with us, though!