Personally, I think this chapter kinda sucks.... If anyone has any suggestions, do share them with me. :)

When the three exorcists were called in, they had been eating. They were a tight-knitted bunch although two had major temper issues. Understandably, they were teenagers after all. To them, being an exorcist was a side job; they all had families and went to school like normal people.

All of this was possible with communication technology, transportation means and the simple fact that akumas weren't really a threat anymore. There was no evil mind behind their actions, only their program, which was starting to lose effectiveness.

But they still reported frequently to the base, either personally or by some form of visual communication. Traditions were held high in an organisation like this. Though the uniform was a lot less flashy.

They waved their hello's to the surrounding staff members when they walked into the administration wing. They calmly loitered themselves into the paper chaos that was their superior's office. In said superior's words, it was homage to someone.

How a paper chaos was homage to anything, much less to anyone was never explained.

They manoeuvred themselves into the wooden chairs next to the table and waited.

A bookshelf slid open and a tall man by the name of Calvin S. Windell leisurely walked in. He eyed them for a moment, like he always did and sat down behind the desk. His stare had not wavered but when he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk, tapping his fingers together in a way mostly found in villainy movies the exorcists snapped.

"The hell do you want!?" The hot-tempered Carrie demanded. She was not alone with this statement as the other two looked ready to do some bodily harm. Damn they hated when Calvin got like this.

The villain atmosphere disappeared and Calvin smiled like no tomorrow. "Now, now, calm down. Temper should be reined, not flared." He received dubious stares and sweatdropped.

"Well anyway. I trust you all remember the pre warned mission to a magic school?" They nodded.

"Excellent. We have received confirmation from the headmaster and you will be sent there soon to get familiar with the grounds. You will be acting as visitor students that are familiarizing with their educational program. You'll be attending their classes but you won't be evaluated like the rest of them. But you'll so homework. The rest is in the database with code 'fel0ny78'. Off you go."

Calvin was smiling innocently again and the exorcists found themselves unable to spend any more time with the infuriating man. They slouched away in a typical teenage-angst fashion.

By the time they had printed out all the necessary stuff (most of it was senseless rambling by Calvin about things one could figure out with elementary logic) it was well into evening but Carrie had forced them to stay behind in the library and plan. To be completely honest, in a mission like this, plans were rather useless but Carrie being herself loved them to death. The two boys, Gary and Nick, always humoured her.

(This, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that she happened to have a mean right hook and the temper to use it.)

They had been amazed by the planned length of the mission. It was planned to last at least six months, which was a lot by their standards.

Needless to say, Kal would've laughed himself to death, had he heard that.

But to everyone there was one thing in the mission that bothered them immensely. It was Nick that voiced their collective worry.

"So why in the name of marshmallows (with top hats and disturbing umbrellas) do we have to do homework, anyway?"

X

The hidden historians say that the ark had been destroyed. In reality, they just couldn't find it. Kal occasionally opens a door to thin air and steps in to his kingdom. He watches the white houses and listens to the silence that envelops him.

Here he is Allen Walker. Here he is the 14th. No one can lie in front of the Ark.

It's terrifying, he sometimes thinks, how much power he holds in his hands. The Ark was something outside of the realms of men. Literally, he has power over dimensions. When there are things he can't know by stalk-… observing, he uses the Ark.

In times like this, Allen acknowledges himself to be almost a stalker. He just avoids thinking about it.

Usually, though, he uses the Ark to observe the Vatican. He sees their schemes and lies. He sees their honesty. Not much has changed. He looks at the man, Calvin, after the exorcists are sent away. Was this what Komui could have been? Without the sis-complex, of course. Allen's right eye flashes gold momentarily and he smothers the thought. It's gone now, he tells himself.

It's all gone now.

X

Albus was contemplating about how to break the news about these exorcists to his staff when the floor of his office turns white. His wand whips out and a spell is on his lips before he fully comprehends what happened. Kal is standing there, nondescript as ever. Albus sits down (when did he rise) and offers a tight smile. Kal loosens the fabrics from his face and smiles back.

"So. What's got you all riled up?" Kal questioned cheerfully. Albus raised a brow to the rather modern way of speaking but let it pass.

"I'm sure you know already. You seem to have that kind of abilities." Albus didn't bother hiding the slight accusation in his tone. Kal took no offence.

"Just wondered if you wanted to talk about it. I already know their side of it. But really, was it a wise decision to let them come here?" He tilted his head to the left.

Albus gave a long sigh. "I don't know. I'm not sure what to make of these people. Their… loyalty is questionable."

"That's not really the issue here, is it? You know they are loyal to their organization, which in turn, is loyal to you. For the moment, at least. You are more worried that your secrets will come out." Kal accused him lightly. Albus silently berated himself for dishonesty towards one's self.

"But don't worry about that. I've seen some parts of their handbook and though the part about confidentiality is a real tongue-twister, it still says to keep your mouth shut. I'm sure if you don't want to have them write something to their report they'll be more than happy to let it out. Just ask them." Kal practically oozed 'relaxing' from the armchair he was seated in. "Today's youth is like that." He added.

"How do you know all this? I understood you don't associate yourself with them." Had he understood wrong?

"No panic. I am in no way associated with them. All my knowledge comes from…observations." Kal knew he was being more vague than anything else but he had his limits what to tell to information hungry wizards. Inwardly he shuddered at all the possibilities.

A moment of silence reigned.

"What am I going to say to my staff? They'll have trouble believing me. So will the students."

"I don't know about the students but you should tell the staff the truth. They know that the Voldy guy is back, right? So they need to know what he can now do. So will that saviour of yours too. What was his name again?" Albus could feel the teasing edge in Kal's tone and refused to dignify the jibe with an answer. Instead he got a bright idea.

Kal must have seen it in his eyes because he glanced towards the door with hope in his eyes. No such luck though.

"Would you like to teach in here?" Albus didn't really have any faith in his elderly, senile smile against someone who was older than he was but he was damn well going to try. Kal seemed to share his sentiments, for he blinked a couple times and pulled a blinding smile out of thin air. It was rather creepy.

"I believe that my qualifications don't really match. What would I even teach here?"

"I was thinking something along the lines of a special self defence course. Without wands, of course."

They smiled for a while for no apparent reason for the next two minutes. Kal, having had no practice for nearly a century gave up first.

"I'll think about it. It seems, though, that I must leave your company for now." He smiled in defeat and was gone in a similar flash of light as the one he'd arrived in. Albus decided he'd won this one. It still worried him, though, how Kal could travel so effortlessly to Hogwarts and out when it wasn't supposed to be possible. He suspected there would be no answer. He settled for a couple lemon drops.

X

Harry stood in front of the disciplinary committee, feeling rather horrified. He was supposed to sit on the nightmare chair from Dumbledore's memories and listen them hound him for something that wasn't his fault with no defendant and no witnesses. It didn't help that the feeling of being watched constantly had increased exponentially. He was quite sure it had nothing to do with all the people that were watching him now from the shadowed benches. Or then he was losing his mind.

When Dumbledore walked in his shoulders almost sagged from relief. But they tensed again when Dumbledore didn't do as much as spare a glance at him, continuing the strange atmosphere that had hung between them the entire summer.

Harry felt quite insulted when Dumbledore stormed out without any indication of knowing him. He returned to Grimmauld's Place in a rather dark mood.

*whines* I feel awkward....... I opened a profile on Deviantart. guess I'll be posting fiction and nature photos. I f anyone's interested, the name's Sneak-Sea.

And yes, that's an anagramm of seasnake.