A/N: Welcome, welcome... This chapter is being written by AwesomePastaSauce, but Mel and I'll help her (And I'm writing until the chap. actually starts). Um, so our first –un-lucky guest is...
Miss mysteri- first unlucky guest, Hufflepuff, Muslim, calls people Poppet, No pairing, Nur Umariah Sabrina binti Aminurruddin, Malaysian, Nickname: Maybe Sabrina? Sab? Nur? I dunno. Mid back length raven hair, Asian tan skin, 5'3-ish. (Average height for age and region), Black eyes. Cheeky, mischievous, nurturing, Mother Hen, YAOI, adventurous, slightly 2p!E, (OURS), loves calling people poppet, hates swearing, and keeps a swear jar at all times, Hufflepuff. Coulrophobia, not easily startled, loves Martial arts, muggleborne, unhealthily addicted to books, always needs books, and a pencil case (scissors, glue, tape, pencils, pens, markers, and wand). Hates Umbitch, platonically flusters Snape, motion sickness, (can't ride brooms without vomiting) familiar is a black cat named Fluffy, but ironically is allergic to cats, (so carries medicine) and furs and Feathers. Very susceptible to cold, so always has a jacket with her. Always- and wears earmuffs. Not thick, but enough to slightly muffle sound because she's very sensitive to it. Favourite colours are Blue, black, and purple, hates pink, and has blue and black glasses (Twins~!), nearsighted (can't see far away), and can't eat pork or drink alcohol. Loves burgers, but not fucking America's greasy fast food junk- homemade. Loves spiders, lizards, and isn't afraid of cockroaches, just finds them disgusting. Dolls are scary~, only likes plushies, and will burn any doll. Incredibly true to her word, if she says she will, she'll do it (Do you like America or-), has social anxiety, (But not extreme) and normal anxiety. Favourite subjects are: COMC (Care of Magical Creatures) and DADA (Still hates Umbitch though). Pesters Malfoy, calls him adorable, (Like an overbearing parent-) and annoys him to no end. Helps out the Twins, or Neville. Sort of an isolationist, or around the lake reading or gardening. Mother and Father are incredibly supportive, and just kinda chill. She has a little brother who 4 years younger, but wasn't 11 in time, so he'll get his letter next year. Likes sending howlers just to screw with people, and wears a tudung (shawl) a lot, hates heel and make up, always wears white silk gloves, loves anime and writing. No pairing, no exceptions. Loves creeping people out, (It was glorious when she was messaging me about herself, quite literally said, 'I love creeping people of like a ghost. No. BATMAN. Yes. Batman. Probably his Robin- wait. That man got so many Robins. ((I couldn't breathe)) ) Loves fish and mushrooms, and in pain, or surprised will yell/yelp 'MEOW' or 'MEW'!
Next is our friend who doesn't have an account, so her name'll be Emma!
Emma- Blonde, Gryffindor, 5'8.5, loves Hamilton, closest with Ali, and best friends with Alfred. Blue eyes, and part Veela.
And then we have us, Iggs, Mel, and Ali! You'll learn more about us, but I'll give some... Appearances. (Also, Taiwan is in Ravenclaw, and shares a dorm with Luna and I, Mel and Iggs)
Ali- Ravenclaw, sly, and 5'11. We're all in 6th year, by the way. Wears nerd glasses that are navy blue and black, starves self occasionally, so is a little thin. Metamorphmagus, but generally has shoulder length black or midnight blue hair, one red eye and one green. (Prussia and Spain coloured!). Almost never wears robes, generally in a hoodie, jeans and combat boots, (which make her 6'0). Pureblood, and an orphan. She lives with Iggs and Mel, who are sisters (Sometimes, I swear they fucking are.) (WE ALL LOVE YAOIIIIIIIIIII) (And we're friends with Sab) Changes appearance depending on moods, to the extreme (Ex: Enraged: Red, shoulder length hair, black eyes and a Romania tooth.)
Mel- Ravenclaw, brash and 5'6. Slightly chubby, and an alcoholic lightweight. Animagus, registered, and has chin length brown hair with a neon green strip. Has Teal/Blue eyes. Almost never wears robes, and generally wear a goth Alice in Wonderland dress and black heels. (That make her 5'8) Halfblood, and sisters with Iggs/Claire. (She's a lynx)
Claire- Ravenclaw, absentminded and 5'8. Animagus, Italian Greyhound, registered. With mid-back length red hair (you motherfucking ginger-) with gray eyes (FUCK I WROTE GAY EYES! XD) and almost never wears robes, wears a plaid shirt and jeans, or cosplay! –WE ALL LOVE DEATH PARADE WHO KNOWS WHAT THAT IS?!-
Oh fuck we're sins... And one sinammon roll. (^J^) anyways, Claire's takin' it from here-
HIIII! Okay, so today we go to the commons, get a thunderstorm and write a letter to Scotland... And we go to our classes.
Rule Number One (LINEBREAK)
ARTHUR POINT OF VIEW
We all walk to the common rooms, with the head of house walking us as the prefects are all gone. Professor Flitwick keeps shooting me nervous glances as I walk down, heavily supported by Francis and Lukas. He tells us how to get in, and walks over to Francis saying, "If your friend there isn't well by tomorrow, tell us and you can stay here all day with him, okay?" Francis nods gratefully as an answer, but as an afterthought adds, "If I need to, I'll need permission to take out either Lukas," he nods to the mentioned nation, who nods his hid in recognition, "or Vas." He says slightly louder to get Romania's attention, who waves at his name being mentioned. "Oh, of course!" the short professor nods quickly. "Merci- ah. Thank you." Francis says, correcting himself. Flitwick walks away, and we all listen to the given riddle, "Scythe of darkness, Shadow's light. Guiding eye of thirteenth sight." Everyone looks around, utterly confused. I speak up and say, "Moon.". The door opens, and everyone looks at me in awe. "What?" I ask, blushing. "Oh! Mon amour, that was simply brilliant!" Francis answered, picking me up. I gasped, and blushed harder. "H-how about w-we j-just find our d-dorms, yeah?" I ask. All the non-nations in the room stare at us in confusion, before either shrugging or walking over towards us, as was the case with three girls, strangely not dressed in robes, with two squealing. "I knew we'd get the yaoi!" the one with the glasses yelled. Everyone else just sort of faceplams, while Francis and I look at them in confusion. Glasses-Girl, as I'll call her introduces herself first. "Hiya! My name's Ali, yes I know it's a male Swedish name, but my parents are ignorant Danes," at which Norway snickered at, "who decided to name me that. Anyways, they're dead now, and I never got to tell them that. Brown haired girl is Melanie, and gray eyes is Claire, but call them Mel and Iggs. They're twins, but they don't look similar. Which confuses me. Like, a lot- oh sorry! I'm a flibbertigibbet, aren't I? What're your names? I missed the sorting, I got detention with Umbitch, which is why she was gone for a little bit, see?" she lifts up her long sleeve, which reveals multiple cuts spelling out words. What I could read was, 'I must shut up' 'Fuck you, Umbitch' which was crossed out, 'I musn't disrespect my teachers' written over it, and then a bleeding cut reading, 'Must not.' "Oh bloody fuck- apparently I can't say musn't. Iggs grab me a tissue-" she said, while the red haired one, Iggs, ran to get a bowl of potion and a cloth. "Yeah, that one's new. I had to write it a lot, that's why it's so deep. And that's only this hand. I swear…" she dips the cloth in the liquid, and holds it against the phrase. "What's that? And, that's child abuse!" Francis says, horrified. "Oh yeah no. She's had worse." Mel said, speaking up for the first time. She rolls her eyes. "Iggs is that the right potion?" she asks. "No. It's bloody fucking water." Ali answers. Claire, or 'Iggs' hold up her hands. "Sorry! We ran out of ingredients on 'musn't disrespect'!" she ends with a whining tone, obviously embarrassed. "What is it?" I ask, and then say, "Oh, and to answer your question, I'm Arthur, and the person holding me is Francis." for some reason, 'Iggs' squeals when I finish my sentence. "What?" I ask, confused. "OH MY GOD THE ACCENT! NORTH LONDONER!" Ali yells, falling to the ground in her excitement. Even Mel, who'd been crossing her arms and glaring, was dying in a pit of despair. Francis, understand what they're laughing about, starts chuckling, and I feel the rumbling vibrations from his chest where he's still holding me. I whimper slightly, still tired and in some pain because in the sudden change of stillness. Ali immediately stands back up with no trace of laughter and drops her cloth, leaning over me. "Baby, are you all right?!" it confuses me at she sounds incredibly worried. I answer, still slightly confused, "It just hurt when he started laughing. It jostled me and slightly inflamed the injuries." Francis had stopped laughing a little bit earlier, said, "Desole, amour." And kisses my head slightly. Ali goes from angry to melting into a puddle on the floor, yelling, "I WILL GO DOWN WITH SHIP!" the other two was standing now, and everyone else had already left. "Hey, would you two like to know how to sneak into Snape's ingredient closet? We need shit for a potion." Mel offered, while Ali was still on the floor. "Ah, no. We'll need to do some things before tomorrow, so we'll need to go to our room now. Desole." Francis answered. "Ah. Too bad then. Maybe next time? We do this a lot." And with that, Mel and Iggs hauled Ali up and dragged her into the hallway to illegally gather ingredients for a potion.
Arbiters must never stop judgment, for that is what they were made to do (LINE BREAK)
Everyone had settled in, with Ukraine meeting someone named Nur Umariah Sabrina binti Aminurruddin, but was told to just call the bookworm 'Sab', short for Sabrina. Francis had written to the older UK brothers, and the other three had come back quickly, and were talking with Luna in their dorm. The problem was now. Everyone was asleep, when the first rolling of thunder woke up one of the occupants of the Ravenclaw dorms. His name was Arthur Kirkland, know of as 'Britain', to close friends. The problem here being, the thunder always brought him back to two very specific memories. It was the thunder that brought him back to September 7, 1940. It was the rain that brought him back to 1776. Two very important dates... the day his heart was bombed, and one of the first times his heart was broken, stemming from a petty rebellion. And that was how Francis found him, curled in a ball shaking and sobbing. Francis cursed, mainly because Arthur had already had a rough day, and he had to end it off with... this! Quickly, he stood up, and rummaged through his trunk searching for his phone. He had always kept a pair of headphones when he was in Britain, mainly for Arthur's sake. Sure, it rained above average in Arthur's nation, but he could never get over the experience. He walked over to the bed closest to his, though he was starting to think he might as well just enchant his bed into a queen sized and have them sleep together. He brought the shaking Brit into his arms, and put the headphones on him, quickly turning on the playlist he had already chosen. It consisted of the songs that made him think of Arthur, and their relationship in general. He started rocking the smaller boy back and forth, starting to comfort him. Soon enough, Arthur fell asleep, but he didn't dare take out the headphones. He knew England was an incredibly light sleeper, so he just lay down with the Brit still held in his arms, falling into a deep sleep quickly.
Rule Number Two (LINEBREAK)
I woke up to the noises of cameras clicking, but when I opened my eyes, I only saw Ali, Mel and Claire standing in front of the bed. I quickly became confused, and I noticed the Ali's hands were both wrapped in bandages. "Hiya! Good morning. We tried to steal, but he caught us, so we just asked for some bandages. Luckily Snape doesn't ask." As she had noticed he was staring at her hands. I stood up, while Arthur slowly sat up, and noticed the guests, and hid his face in Francis's chest. "Aw, baby... What's wrong?" Iggs asked. "I'm just embarrassed..." Arthur answered, slightly muffled. Mel patted his head and went back to the conversation. "So, we have breakfast, and you guys can join us! Mainly because we don't have friends. Well, we have Sab, Luna and you guys, but that's it. By the way, your friends left you." As they pointed this out, I noticed the other beds were indeed empty. "So change! We'll be waiting in the common room." Iggs yelled. They ran out of the room, and Arthur and I changed into our robes. Arthur hugged me and said, "Merci... Je t'aime..." and blushed. "Je t'aime aussi, mon amour." We parted and walked to join the girls, who were fawning over something on their phones. I cleared my throat, and they straightened themselves quickly, walking with us. "So, you'll get your schedules, we have ours' already, and I hope we share classes! Or, that you guys have some with Sab and Luna! We say you'd get more classes with the extras, and the villains! Not really the heroes. It's how it works here." Mel said, rambling off. Oddly, Ali was silent, until Mel abruptly shut up. "... I didn't mean it." "Shut. Up." "I was quoting the internet I swear-" "SHUT. UP." Arthur watched, terrified as the normally laid back teen suddenly stood at her full height, and completely straightened her posture, while Mel cowered under the gaze. Arthur grabbed my hand, and I watched with interest. Iggs slinked her way over to us, and told us just to follow her. We walked away quickly, and as we walked through the doors to the great hall, we heard a rant going off in 7 different languages, starting in German, and ending in Japanese. "Sorry about that. She's touchy about Slytherin being called the villains... Probably because she was in Slytherin until 4th year... Shit went down." We all sat down, and Ali walked in with Mel. Mel looked like she wanted to die, and Ali said, "Congratulations. You have invented a new kind of stupid. A damage you can never undo kind of stupid. An, open all he cages in the zoo kind of stupid. An, I really-didn't think this through kind of stupid. So yeah, congratulations." Now, the funny thing is that Alfred and Matthew had walked over to say good morning, and they heard the obscure Hamilton reference, so now they were on the floor, dying. "THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!" Matthew yelled, and Ali responded by getting up and bowing. "Thank you, thank you fellow HamiFam." Alfred was the first to sit up, and wiped a tear away. He extended out his hand, and introduced himself, "'Sup! I'm the hero, but you're cool dudette, so call me Alfred or Al." As he said this, Natalya walked in, and walked over, catching the end of his sentence. "Ah. You like Hamilton. It took me four weeks before I could call him Alfred. Nice to meet you, I'm his girlfriend, Natalya." As she said that, something in Ali's mind must've clicked, because like last night she fell down yelling, "I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!" before just getting on her phone on the floor. "Hey, Natalya," "Call me Nat." Natalya interrupted, "Okay, Nat do you like yaoi?" Ali asked, giggling at her phone screen. "Hell yes. What do you have?" she looks at Ali's phone, as she had pointed it at her, and squealed. Alfred, all this time was staring at Ali, awestruck. "Holy. Fuck. I can't even call Bel, Nat! This sucks." He ended, pouting. He gathers his girlfriend, who was exchanging numbers with Ali, and they head over to Gryffindor table, as Ali sends Nat a text. Professor McGonagall walks around, handing out schedules, nodding at Arthur. We go over our schedules, "Hey guys, what do you have?" I ask, "Arthur and I have DADA with Gryffindor, Care of magical creatures with Hufflepuff, Transfig with Gryffindor, Potions with Slytherin, lunch, and herbology with Hufflepuff, and then astronomy with Gryffindor."
"Oh fucking neat! You have our schedule. We'll show you around. Hey, Arthur what's wrong? You've been quiet all breakfast." Ali says, before adding on, "I might literally have ADHD, but I already have other shit, so I don't think so." We all look at Arthur expectantly. "I'm just tired." He said, looking down shyly. "I had a rough night. Thunder messes with me." After he said this, two things happened. One, an owl dropped down a large packet in front of Arthur and Ali said, "Yeah it screwed with my insomnia too." I reach over and grab the letter, while Arthur sees all the pills and medicines in the package. I scan through the letter, as it was addressed to me. "Okay, let's see... insomnia, PTSD, anxiety, depression, 'asthma' (Stuff that repels the urge to smoke), and Parkinson's?" I ask. "Uh-huh! They're all here." Arthur puts them into the back he had enchanted, like Hermione's bag.
Arbiters can not experience death; for that would taint their judgment. (LINEBREAK)
DRACO POINT OF VIEW
'Will he shut up?' I think, wondering when the teen from Hong-Kong would just shut up and get off of his stupid fucking box that confuses me-. Though honestly, I'd think the cross-dressing Pole –Felicks?- would be a lot more talkative. I mean, the scary fucking Russian had warned me, but all he'd really done was introduce himself and whisper with Toris. Currently, I was questioning if this would be a reasonable thing to complain to my father about. I finally decide that it wouldn't be, as my attention is drawn to the traitor, Ali, I believe her name was. No one really knows anymore, after all the 'nicknames' we've given her. Personally, I'm not so extreme, so I just settle for 'Traitor'. Not because she kicked my ass last time I called her something worse- no! I just- I have a reputation to uphold, and can't focus all my attention on a petty fight. And no, Potter doesn't count.
(*Fun Fact: I'm listening to Revolution by the Beatles)
I take the medicine for 'asthma', anxiety and depression, and then Francis and I stand up to go to our first class, defense against the dark arts with the Gryffindors. I tense slightly, thinking of the horrid teacher who had hurt Ali, grabbing Francis's hand unconsciously. We follow the girls, and I notice Ali pulling at her bandages, "Hey? Ali? What's wrong? You're messing with you bandages." I say, surprising her. "Oh! Nothing, I just forgot to change them." She answers. Francis tenses, then conjures more, completely changing them, noticing there were more cuts. "We need to tell someone about that, cherie." Francis said, walking back to my side. She rubs the new wraps, getting used to the feeling of them being wrapped professionally. "Hey, this is better than mine! Where'd you learn France? Francis- sorry. Nat told me about calling each other by country names so they could speak easier." Ali said, jokingly. Francis looks surprised before answering, "Oh, Arthur's anxiety flares up and he digs his nails into his palms and rakes them across his hands. I had to learn because Durmstrang wasn't the best of first aid, unlike here." I look down at my hands, seeing the scars all over my hands. I look down ashamed, and grab Francis's hand again. "Hey, don't worry about it! We all have stuff like that; Ali has a rubber band around her wrist; I dig into my palms and Iggs tears up paper." Mel said, trying to cheer me, while Ali shows the band around her wrist. "I mean, I've had to bandage my wrists and her palms a lot, but at least Iggs isn't as destructive." Ali said quickly, as in response to our horrified faces. "That's not a good thing to do, either of you! You can cut off your circulation, or bleed to death! Though you're right, Iggs isn't that bad." I say, knowing I'm being a hypocrite. Anyways, we had reached DADA, and we walked in. Francis and I at one table, Iggs and Mel, and Ali sat at a table with Hermione near the front. The professor walked in, and introduced herself, glaring slightly at Ali. "Okay class. Everyone put away your wands and take out your books. The ministry has decided that using wands is too deadly, so we'll just go by the book." Umbitch, as I know understood, said causing a murmur of disagreement to ring throughout the room. "Ma'am, I love books, but how are we going to learn anything if we don't try?" Hermione said, and the class agreed, with Harry piping up, "Yeah, how are we going to protect ourselves from everything outside of the school?" at this, Professor Umbridge tensed up. "What danger do you mean Mr. Potter?" after she said this, my hands started shaking violently, and I realised I hadn't taken the medicine that helps with Parkinson's, so I put my hands under the table, Francis looking at me in confusion. "Oh, nothing Professor, I just mean Voldemort." Harry said sarcastically. "Detention Mr. Potter! For spreading vicious rumours!" The indignant Professor yelled. "Oh shut up would ya' Umbitch!" Ali yelled, surprising the hell out of the class, while Alfred and Natalya clapped appreciatively. "If you want to join him Ms. Kohler you can." Denmark and Norway looked confused at her last name, while I realised why. As you can see, Den's last name is Kohler, so you can see why it stirs some confusion. "Hell yeah I will! We all know that your stupid detention is child abuse!" she yells back, confidently, while a random Gryffindor yells, "Oh! You've invented a new kind of stupid Professor!" "Thank you, Emma! Congratulations! For the rest of your life!" Ali yells. "Two days detention, Ms. Kohler! Would you like to add more?" Umbridge warns. "Hmm... Nah. I got plans this week." Ali answers. "Well then maybe you should sit down." Umbitch warns. We started class again, and everyone got to work. Eventually, It got uncomfortable so I had to pull my hands above the table, still shaking violently. Everyone looks at me in confusion, while I just blush and keep reading, while Francis glares at them. "Um... Mr. Kirkland are you okay?" the Professor asks, slowly, as if she was confused. "Never." I answer, actually being honest. Of course, she finds this 'disrespectful', so she says I have detention with Ali and Harry for disrupting the class while Francis gives her and icy glare.
Rule Number Three (LINEBREAK)
The classes had finished for the day, and I wasn't ready for my detention. At all. I was currently having a panic attack, and I had started crying. No, scratch that, straight out sobbing. Ali was reassuring me that it honestly wasn't that bad, and that it shan't hurt a lot. Francis was holding me consolingly, and Iggs was constantly checking the time, knowing that it would be much worse if they were late. "Guys, you have 12 minutes, and it's a 10 minute walk. You two really need to hurry. C'mon Arthur. It'll be okay." Iggs ended with a softer tone, really only speaking to Arthur, even though they were across the room. "I-I r-really can't g-go!" He stuttered out between sobs. "Shh... Calm down petit lapin..." Francis said, shaking me back and forth. Ali walked over, and grabbed Arthur, hoisting him up into her arms. I let out a surprised noise, before starting to cry again, trying to reach out for Francis, who just gave a surprised face at the pale, thin girl lifted up a fifteen year old nation. "Holy shit! It's okay baby, I've carried Mel many times. She's a lightweight, as I've heard you are as well. Anyways, we need to hurry the hell up." Ali started walking out of the room, and I was still crying, but slowly calming down. "Do you want to walk? I know a charm that'll clean you up, but I don't want to make you strain yourself." After she said this, I noticed that she had changed her hair a little, as it was a lot shorter. "Y-yes please. And thank you. Also, are you a metamorphmagus? I noticed your hair's shorter." After I said that, she set me down and felt her hair. "Oh damn. I must've been angry. Yeah, I am." She then casted the multiple charms, and handed me a piece of chocolate. "What's this for?" I ask, confused. "Oh, nothing. It just helps after you have a mental breakdown." She answered. I eat the sweet, feeling better.
Arbiters can't feel emotions, as it's not in their nature. I mean, dummies can't feel, right?
Eventually, we reach the classroom. "Oh, I thought you weren't going to show! Mr. Potter here has already started, see?" The professor said to us. "Hey! We're not fucking late, so stop getting on our asses for it!" Ali said, growling. "Now that is enough of that speech, Ms. Kohler! Did you cut your hair?" Umbridge said, losing some of her ferocity at the last part of the sentence. Anyways, we sit down, and my hands start shaking again. "Okay. So we will write lines... But with a slight twist." I was starting to hyperventilate. Something being carved into my skin brought back memories I wish to forget, and subconsciously I rub my left hand, where old scars still remain. "Oh my god. Get to the fucking point Umbitch." Ali said, obviously bored. *Hem Hem*! The 'cough' rang around the small room. "Do not call me that! Did you learn nothing from previous sessions?!" she yelled indignantly. Eventually, we started with the session. It burned. I couldn't write straight, so instead of straight lines recutting itself, it was causing new pain every time, with Umbridge 'tsking' occasionally. Ali and Harry both looked at me with worry, and I was having to bite on my lip to not start crying. After what felt like many hours, she said we were free to go. I stared at my hand, that was mutilated from the shakiness of my hands when I wrote. After we were out of hearing range, I immediately started crying, and was inconsolable. Ali just walked me back to my dorm, where I collapsed into Francis's arms, at which he gasped at my hands. Norway and Romania ran over, and started bandaging the wound. "We need to tell someone about this! C'est de la putain de pedophilie!" Francis yelled, outraged. Romania nodded, before grabbing my uninjured hand and Francis's, dragging us both down to the hospital wing. "Poppy!" He called out, as she would generally respond to this name. She rushed out, hearing the voice of a student and gasped at seeing my still slightly crying form. "Oh, you again. What's wrong this time sweetheart?" She asked, speaking in a soft tone. Francis grabbed my hand, and showed it to her, bringing the reddening bandage, at which she gasped at. She rushed over, unwrapping the bandage and saw the bloody mess that was my mutilated hand. Madame Pomfrey cast a spell that slowly started to heal the wound, before re-bandaging it. "How did this even happen?" She asked, directing the question to anyone. "Putain Umbridge..." Francis muttered under his breath. "I had detention with Professor Umbridge, and she has us write lines with a blood quill. It carves the words in your flesh to work as ink. My hands were shaking violently, so I kept cutting my hands open." I say, basically translating Francis. "Ah. I see. You three should head to bed now." And so we did. Francis even made me sleep in the same bed as him tonight.
A/N: Sorry. I had to stop her before she went on for another 14 fucking pages. Um, We don't feel like translating, but putain, in the case means 'Fucking', so try to figure it out. You're on the fucking internet, you're a big kid, use google translate. I hope you enjoyed, sadly, she'll be back again –APS I mean- I'll update later. So,
Hasta La Pasta,
HetalianOtaku/ AwesomePastaSauce