Thanks everyone for the reveiws. And no lazerducky27 I won't end it here. Hehehe...Too much insanity to add. And uh Eggplant Girl...I don't really want to add The Ring...Mainly because I hate scary movies, and if I did use The Ring which ever characters that ends up in that chap would die. And I don't want any of the characters to die. But thank you for reviewing anyway.
Err...made a booboo with Riza's position. She's a First Lieutenant...Gah. These freaken military positions get confusing after a while.
Channel Hopping
Chapter 6: Wizard Counciler
Mustang sighed for the thousandth time that day.
"And it's bad enough that the students have been stripped of their freedom, but that Umbridge woman is driving me nuts! It's all because Fudge is too proud to understand that he's wrong about You know who-"
"Head Mistress with all due respect,...but it's almost time."
"Oh has it been an hour already? My how the time just flies...Thank you Mr. Mustang for your counciling." Replied Professor McGonagall in a surprised fashion.
"Well as it seems that this is my job for the time being I hope this has made you feel better."
"It has. Dumbledore truely has outdone himself this time. Allowing students and teachers to have counciling. Well I shall be on my way then. Good day Mr. Mustang."
She nodded to him and walked out of the small office.
Mustang sighed again and crossed off the professor's name on a list he had before looking at the next one. Draco Malfoy. He groaned slightly. Great. Just what he needed at the time, to give advice and listen to a snobby kid's complaints.
"Speak of the devil" He muttered as a snooty looking boy with gelled back blonde hair walked in through the wooden door and plopped himself on the large sofa on the other side of the room.
"So, how are you today Draco? Any thing special happen?" Asked Mustang who steepled his fingers in a sterotypical psychiatrist way.
" Why should I tell a mudblood like you?" Mustang raised an eyebrow. This was going to be interesting. The flame alchemist flashed his trademark smirk and shurgged carelessly.
"Why have you signed up for counciling if you refuse to say anything?"
Malfoy faultered slightly.
" Fine. i'll tell you how I'm doing. I feel fine. Potter is just has dumb as he usually is. Weasly just as poor, and Granger just as ugly. Speaking of Weasly, he's terrible at Quidditch and can't even act like a proper keeper, he's probably too dumb to do so anyway. Father says that they should just get rid of all those mudbloods on the Quidditch teams and have real wizards and witches on them. Maybe then they'll actually learn how to play better."
30 minutes later.
"And another thing, I bet Potter just loves when he gets the attention. Everyone know's he's Dumbledore's favorite."
Malfoy continued to jabber on about this, seemingly thinking that Mustang was writing down every word. Mustang however, odd to his ususal attention spand as Colonel seemed to disappear five minutes into the conversation. Instead he occupied himself by drawing small doodles in his notepad, mainly ones of him flaming the boy into oblivion. Mustang's fingers that held the quill itched to snap and make the young wizard shut up. Suddenly an idea spung into his mind. The flame alchemist smirked an evil smirk behind his free hand.
"Ah Draco...I believe your session is over.."
"Already?" Asked Malfoy slightly diisappointed.
"I believe so. Hmm..Oh dear, I guess we went a little over schedule..It's already 3:00." Replied Mustang who innocently checked his pocket watch. Malfoy jumped to his feet in alarm.
"3:00! I missed half of the quidditch game against Gryffindor!" With that he bolted out of the room.
Mustang chuckled to himself and crossed his hands behind his head. His plan went well, and it only was 12:30, which ment that the quidditch field was being occupied by absolutely no one except the automatic sprinkler and feild grooming charms.
Feeling a bit more cheerful, since his plan went well he crossed off Malfoy's name from the list and looked at the next one. Neville Long Bottom; Dolores Umbridge. The happy feeling immediately deflated like a balloon. The horrible woman was going evaluate him. Great. He had only been here not even ten hours and the woman decided to annoy him.
Once more the door to the small office opened and in walked Umbridge wearing a bright pink dress with pink with white polka dot bows on the sleeves. Mustang's eye twitched at the sight. The toad faced woman looked like a humanized toad chimera stuffed into clothes made of cake frosting. He quickly swallowed the small hint of laughter that started to bubble to the surface. Soon after a slightly chubby boy walked in and took a seat on the couch in a nervous fashion.
"Good Morning Neville-" The Flame Alchemist was cut off when the sound of someone screaming outside was heared. Mustang inwardly laughed. His office outlooked the Quidditch field and the only person dressed head to toe in uniform was Draco Malfoy, a now sopping wet Draco Malfoy who was being chased by a charmed lawnmower. Ah yes, the power of pursuation had it's awarding benefits.
"Now where were we? Ah yes, how are you today Neville?"
Neville nervously glanced at Umbridge who was scribbling a few notes on her notepad.
"Im fine...Um..How are you doing?"
"Oh just fine. Now, is there any particular reason you wanted to talk to me?"
"Well...," Neville shot another nervous glance at Umbridge. "It's kinda personal..."
Mustang nodded slowly.
"Ah, Professor Umbridge. Can you do this evaluation another time? Nevllie seems a bit nervous with you being here, and a counciling session is supposed to make the patient feel comfortable."
Umbridge blinked.
"Oh don't mind me. Just continue as if I weren't here." She replied in a sweet sugary voice.
" But I think Neville does. So could you possibly wait outside until we're done?"
Umbridge ruffled slightly and rapidly wrote something down before marching out of the room. Mustang sighed again when he heard a rustling noise just outside the door. The darned woman didn't seem to get the drift.
"Nevillie could you possibly place a charm on the door, so that way no eavesdroppers can hear our conversation."'
Nevillie nodded, took out his wand and said a few words. A small shriek of surprise was heard on the other side of the door.
"Now that there aren't anyone to over hear, what is it that you wanted to talk about?"
Neville took a breath before continuing.
"Professor Snape has been picking on me more then usual. On top of that Malfoy keeps on saying horrible things about my parents. I don't know if I can take the pressure anymore."
" Why does Professor Snape pick on you so much?"
Neville shrugged.
"Because I'm extremely clumsy at potions and he frightens me." Neville looked at his hands sadly. "Then Malfoy, if you've already guessed has a thing against muggle born students and ones who accept them. My parents, when You-Know-Who was in full power were tortured by him until they went insane...It's just that I don't know how to handle these situations anymore..."
"Well Neville...I guess the best thing for you to do is to stand up to Malfoy, and prove to him that his insults don't bother you anymore. For example I know a boy your age, and is incredibly short." Mustang smirked slightly.
"Now Ed's fault is that he gets extremely upset when anyone mentions about his height. Now for your case you should do what Ed's not doing and ignore Malfoy's teasing. And to help, I want you to say these words. So repeat after me. 'I will not let Malfoy bother me. Whatever he says about my parents are lies.' Now you try."
Neville gulped and stood up.
"I-I will not let Malfoy bother me. Whatever he says about my parents are a lie." He muttered.
"A little louder please."
Nevillie turned slightly pink in embarassement.
"I will not let Malfoy bother me. Whatever he says about my parents are a lie." He said again this time a little louder.
"Good, but not loud enough. Try again one more time."
Neville took a huge breath.
"I WILL NOT LET MALFOY BOTHER ME. WHATEVER HE SAYS ABOUT MY PARENTS ARE A LIE!" He bellowed loudly.
"Very good Neville. Now for Professor Snape, I want you to say: I am not afraid of Professor Snape."
"I'M NOT AFRAID OF PROFESSOR SNAPE!" Yelled Neville.
"Excellet. How do you feel?"
Neville who was still panting from his out burst smiled widely.
"I feel great!"
Mustang also grinned widely.
"Good. Now whenever you feel that Malfoy or Professor Snape is scaring or bothering you just repeat those two phrases in your head. Got it?"
Neville nodded happily, a large grin on his face.
" Good. Is there anything else you needed Neville?" Asked Mustang kindly.
"No sir. Thank you Mr. Mustang." Replied Neville as he ran out the room. The boy pushed the door open and a small yelp was heard as Umbridge ungracefully flopped face first onto the stone floor; a large bruise now forming on her forehead.
"Ooops...Sorry Professor Umbridge..."
Umbridge muttered something uncohorent before standing up with what was left of her dignity. She then straighted her pink dress and walked into the small office and sat down on the couch.
"Now." She began curtly. "Seeing as that you and Mr. Longbottom are done with counciling, I'm going to ask you a series of questions please answer them as truthfully as possible." She finished in a sugar coated sweet voice.
Mustang sat up straight in his chair and inwardly grinned.
"First question. Where exactly are you from."
"Amestris. I currently am Colonel of the Military and reside in Central City, where HQ is located."
Umbridge raised an eyebrow and ducked her head behind her notepad to scribble down rapid notes.
"Is it true that where you're from Alchemy is considered a main element of power, like here we use magic?"
"It's true. In Amestris we have people of the military who are what we call State Alchemists. We are given a silver pocket wach and a second name from the Furher. My second name is The Flame Alchemist." Replied Roy carelessly.
"Flame Alchemist you say? Do you mind giving me a demonstration?" Asked the woman almost challengingly.
Mustang smirked.
"Of course." With that he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
Umbridge emmited a small shriek of surprise when a flame appeared out of nowhere near her foot, slightly singing her dress's hem. Mustang inwardly grinned.
"How is that possible. How did you do that!" She demanded fearfully. Her face was slightly pale and her fixed smug smile gone.
"It's simple. My gloves are made of a special fire cloth that can creat sparks when I snap my fingers. With the alchemy circle ont he back of the gloves I can manipulate the air and create the flame to go anywhere." Answered Mustang with equal smugness. He smiled when he noticed the woman's face pale to a light puce.
A bead of sweat formed on the toad woman's forehead. Some how she underestimated the flame alchemist, now she had gotten herself into something she couldn't get herself out of.
Nervously she cleared her throat and continued the evaluation.
" Next question...How did you get here."
Mustang groaned inwardly. Once again he has to explain the whole situation. And he did so, with Umbridge jotting rapid notes across her notepad.
"So let me get this straight. Another state alchemist somehow got a tv to work and sucked you, him and his brother who's soul is bound to a auit of armor into the contration which sent each of you to a different dimention?" Asked Umbridge her voice dripping in sarcasim. The new subjuct automaically made for forget her fear.
"I'm taking that you don't believe me."
"It's absolutely rediculus! Using alchemy on a tv as transportation device, unheard of. I bet what you found was a port key, and some how ended up in different places." Replied Umbridge. Her sugary sweet voice was replaced with one of disbelief.
"Are you calling me a liar then?" Retorted Mustang calmly.
Umbridge stood from her seat and sneered at him in a cruel fashion.
"You bet I am! Hmph such utter nonsense creating flame out of thin air. What do you have Mr. Mustang? A wand up for sleeve? Somehow can preform magic phsycicly? Well out with it! I'm sure the Head of the Department of Magic would love to know that such a man is working under Dumbledore."
"I have no wish to work under Dumbledore, but for now I must do so, until I can get back to Central. And you can tell the Head of Magic whatever you like. My story will be the same, so I suggest you stop with the theatricals and plotting of having me kicked out." Said Mustang who also had rised from his chair. He gave the woman a smirk when she began to shake with rage.
"Are you threatening me Mr. Mustang?" Her already girlish voice went up a few pitches.
"Threatening? No. Trying to prove that my story is true and that this entire assesment is worthless, Yes."
By now Umbridge was red in the face and shaking with rage. She hated when people made a mockry of her. She was the High Inquisitor darnit! This man shouldn't be able to talk to her like that.
A small knock was heard at the door and in walked Dumbledore. The kind headmaster took one step into the room and glaced in slight confusion as he looked from Umbridge to Mustang.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Umbridge whirled onto the headmaster furiously.
"I demand, headmaster; that you fire this man. He's a liar and just a common wizard!"
"Mr. Mustang would you care to explain?" Asked Dumbledore politely.
"Of course." He said calmly. "As I've told you my story before it's all true. Ms. Umbridge however thinks that I'm making it all up for an odd reason."
"He made a deliberate attempt on my life!" She shrieked indignantly.
"It was a simple slip of the hand. You said yourself you wanted a demonstration." Mustang replied innocently.
Umbridge fumed, whipped out her wand and pointed it at the Colonel's chest. Dumbledore immediately put himself between the two and raised both palms in a calming manner.
"Now now, Dolores. Getting upset and hurting Mr. Mustang will not solve anything. Why don't you go to the kitchens and ask the house elves for a nice strong cup of tea and some cookies, have a seat some where and relax. I will talk to Mr. Mustang, now off you go." He replied soothingly.
The toad faced woman was about to say something of protest when a sudden burst of light exploded behind the headmaster. The two turned to see just in time the figure of Roy Mustang disinigrate into the blinding light.
After the light faded Dumbledored raised an eyebrow and Umbridge promptly fainted on the spot.
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WHOO! Chappie 6 is done. I'm sorry that this chap is a little longer then usual. i just couldn't stop typing.