Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin or Harry Potter.

A/N: In case readers go straight to this chapter, as it was a while since the last update and I wouldn't even know what the last chapter would be, go back one chapter for the earlier post. For everyone else, I hope no one kills me for my alternative use in pairings.

Epilogue

"The assignment will be due next class period, so be sure to do your research over the weekend."

"Can you believe we have to do homework on a Friday night?"

"I know! I have a party to go to!"

"This is so unfair."

Karasuma closed her notebook and glanced over at the girls. She barely suppressed a snicker.

She thought it was going to be hard to get back into a normal lifestyle, but the paperwork and Nagira's official-looking documents were made fairly easily. Initially she wanted to go back to Japan, but that would have been dangerous, especially if they bumped into old friends or relatives. She really had no other preference, but Michael invited her and Haruto to live near him in America. Amon was against it, as Solomon knew where Michael lived, but Nagira arranged for Michael's family to move to another city. They were nervous, but it was a bigger house, so they didn't mind too much.

She didn't know where Amon and Robin were. Apparently both of them had decided to stay with each other, though Karasuma had seen that coming since the whole fiasco in England had started. Nagira was tight-lipped when it came to their whereabouts, even to Doujima. He probably guessed that she would be slipping them information about anything she could get her hands on.

To the best of her knowledge, the other witches were trying to start over and return back to normal, or whatever they considered to be normal there. With an entire branch of Solomon gone, she doubted the agency would send anyone to fight them, but they weren't willing to take that chance.

Amon and herself had filled the witches in with whatever information they had, Amon having some that she didn't even know about. They said they were going to create another job solely dedicated to handling hunters. One of the girls also kept chatting about writing a book about them. She wondered if her name would be in it.

Her craft still concerned her, and she forced herself to wear gloves at all times, no matter what kind of looks she would receive. She hadn't realized that it was a fashion statement for some students. She thanked whatever clothes designer came up with such a bizarre style.

While the physical means of going back to school had been easy, Karasuma still hadn't warmed up to the lifestyle. She couldn't get around to making new friends or being able to trust many people. She still kept to herself, excelling in class, but leaving as quickly as possible to avoid the students.

She picked up her books and purse and walked out of the classroom to see Haruto waiting with a glazed-over look and his soul floating a few inches above him.

"That bad?"

"I hate English."

Karasuma turned and started walking with Haruto lifelessly trailing behind her.

"If you had taken it the first year here, you may have done better. It's been three years, but both Michael and I have been tutoring you since we got here."

"Yeah, but...all these words sound the same." His shoulders slumped lower. "Why do we have to talk in English all the time."

"Practice. That and we don't want to draw unneeded attention to us by speaking another language. There is a limited number of Asian, much less Japanese students here as it is."

Haruto dragged his feet. "Still, I'd like to speak in Japanese every once in a while, and..." He turned away. "There's a lot more I could say better in Japanese."

Karasuma brought her books tighter to her chest. "When we're at home or maybe out of earshot, then."

Haruto ran up and grabbed Karasuma by the waist. He leaned down next to her ear. "Anata no ichiban, Miho."

"Get a room."

They both turned to see Michael pretending to gag himself.

Haruto let go of Karasuma. "How did you get past the card swipe devices for the building?"

"You ask that like it's difficult."

Karasuma refixed her hair. "Is there something important?"

Michael walked over and took out a letter. "Is there a good tree to sit under?"

The trio made their way over to a tree that was somewhat isolated from the busier walkways.

Haruto glanced at the letter. "Nagira?"

Michael readjusted his glasses. "Yeah." He handed them the letter. "And Doujima. Those two make an odd couple."

Karasuma looked at Michael. "She's not with Solomon is she?"

"Apparently the guys that attacked us in England were only under the boss, so her position was still available, and she would be getting a lot of information that could help Nagira. But, I think she turned it down anyway."

Karasuma smiled. "Good."

"From what Nagira says, Solomon isn't really concentrating on finding us. This whole thing with the other witches seems to be bothering them more, now that their success rate has fallen dramatically. That or the large build-up of anti-hunter squads in England. But Amon and Robin are still having a difficult time."

Haruto skimmed through the letter. "How difficult are we talking about?"

"They have to move every three months or so, but Nagira says they're doing okay."

"What about Amon's power?"

"Under control from what I hear. Robin seems to be getting used to effectively training other witches."

Karasuma looked at her hands. "Will we see them again?"

"He didn't say, but they haven't forgotten us, either."

Karasuma looked up, then quickly at Michael. "I think one of the campus security guard's has taken a liking to your work on that door over there."

"Oh. I guess that's my cue." He stood up and brushed the grass off of his jeans. "You're coming to dinner, right?"

Haruto grinned. "Can't pass up free food."

"Good. I'll see you tonight, then."

Sakaki waved. "Ne, Miho."

Karasuma looked over.

"You think there's any baby news?"

"I think it would be difficult for them, especially for having to move so often."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Karasuma smiled and brushed some grass out of Haruto's hair, which she couldn't fully ascertain how it got there in the first place. "Thank you for not asking that in front of Michael."

"Michael's easier to read than others."

Karasuma folded the letter and put it in her notebook. "So, how badly did you do on that English test?"

Haruto shuddered. "Pretty awful." He yawned and conspicuously put his arm around Karasuma. She rolled her eyes. "You know, the best way to learn a language is in bed."

Karasuma walked toward the dining hall, leaving Haruto to pry his face out of the ground. She looked up at the cloudless sky and tightened her grip on her gloves. They'll definitely meet again.