Ugh. Finally. This chapter's mostly people talking, and it's not really the most exciting thing in the world, but whatever. At least I'm putting something up. Also, my copy of the fifth book is missing, so details might be wrong, but WHATEVER. I'm supposed to be writing a human development paper right now so you're lucky you're getting ANYTHING AT ALL. I HAVE POWER OVER WHAT YOU READ MUAHAHA.
Anyways. Next chapter should hopefully be a bit more exciting, but I'll probably wait until I get home for break to do much with it, seeing as all my classes are actually making me do big projects and papers and stuff this week and next and I'm kind of tired of having to rely on what I remember from the fifth book and the Harry Potter wikia to make sure I've gotten stuff right. It just don't work too well.
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The day passed quietly, with Sirius explaining all sorts of wizarding facts to the Elric brothers. Ed stopped paying attention after a while, choosing instead to simply sit and stare at the fireplace behind Sirius. There was just too much to think about…
"Ed!"
Ed started and looked over at Sirius. The elder man didn't seem mad about Ed's lack of interest, though. In fact, he seemed rather amused.
"Let me guess, you never paid much attention in school, either," Sirius said.
"Not when I had better things to do," Ed retorted.
"Then let's move onto something a little more interesting, shall we?" Sirius asked. "This is important history, so you'd better listen up."
Ed nodded vaguely and decided to listen this time.
"All right. Well, the main problem is the relationship between those of us who can use magic and the ones who can't. There are a lot of wizarding families, such as mine, who get the idea that they're better than muggles or muggle-borns. In fact…"
And thus, Ed learned a brief history of Lord Voldemort, and the reason why Ed had never met Harry Potter after the day that picture had been taken. Both Ed and Al were silent for a while after Sirius had finished, but finally Ed broke the silence.
"So he's really back?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," Sirius answered. "If Harry said so, and Dumbledore believes him, there's no doubt about it."
"And where does Hohenheim come into all of this?" Ed asked.
"Your father? He wasn't ever an official member of the Order, but he helped us out a lot."
"That's surprising," Ed snorted before he could stop himself.
"Why's that?" Sirius asked.
"I always thought doing something to help others was too complicated for him," Ed answered sarcastically before getting a sharp metal elbow in the stomach.
"Brother, be polite," Al scolded as Ed rubbed his side and glared at him.
Sirius laughed. "You don't need to worry about that around me. I never did care much for rules."
"Oh, great, I'm sure you two will get along just fine, then," Al said as he threw up his hands in mock exasperation.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ed snapped.
"Oh, I think you know exactly what it means, brother. I'm still surprised they didn't kick you out of the military before now," Al replied.
Ed glared deeply at Al for bringing up that subject, and was rewarded by seeing his brother shrink back in his seat. He then turned back to Sirius, wracking his brains for some way to change the subject. Fortunately, there was no need, as right then, the door opened, and Ed got his first look at a house-elf.
"More nasty guests in Master's house? What are these two, then?" Kreacher muttered as Sirius heaved a resigned sigh and stood up.
"Leave this room now," he commanded, pointing to the door.
Kreacher obeyed sullenly, muttering a few more things about Ed and Al as he did so, and Sirius sat back down with an exasperated look on his face.
"I really wish I could get rid of him," he said.
"Then why don't you?" Ed asked, causing Al to stare at him in horror.
"Brother! That's mean!"
"He knows too much," Sirius replied, ignoring Al's outburst. "This is the headquarters for the new Order of the Phoenix, and if he gave information about this place to the wrong people, then it won't be quite so safe anymore."
"Oh."
"Well," Sirius said, standing up once again. "That's enough serious discussion for today, don't you think? Let's do something fun tonight."
"Sure," Al said, standing up as well.
Ed frowned. "So wait… if you've been stuck in here since the summer, does that mean you've been stuck with that thing for company?"
"You can see why I was glad to get out of here," Sirius replied.
Ed nodded. Nobody deserved that kind of fate, he thought. Although, now that I think about it…
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He was vaguely aware of someone shaking him awake that night, and hearing Al say something about people coming, but after Ed had grunted a vaguely coherent reply, he fell back asleep and forgot all about it. And so, when he was brutally awakened by a pillow hitting him repeatedly in the face, Ed fell out of bed as he tried to attack his red-haired assailants, who happened to be identical.
"Well, it's about time you woke up," one of them said. "It's time for breakfast."
"Wha…?" Ed muttered as he attempted to push himself to his feet.
"We're the Weasley twins," the other said, grabbing Ed's arm and pulling him up. "I'm Fred, and this is George. We've already met your brother."
"Hurry up and get dressed," George said. "Mum wants to meet you."
Before Ed could say anything, the two left the room, leaving him dazed and confused. He sat down on the bed and shook his head a few times to clear it before getting up and getting dressed. He was still in the same room that he had fallen asleep in, so that was a good sign…
After he had braided his hair and pulled on a long-sleeved shirt, Ed made his way downstairs and went into the kitchen. He was surprised to see not only the twins, but two other red-haired kids around his age, a red-haired woman, and a boy that Ed vaguely recognized. He figured the boy was Harry, but he didn't say anything just yet. He was more preoccupied with the question that was haunting his thoughts: who the hell were these people?
"Oh, you must be Edward," the woman said, taking a break from her cooking when she saw him. "I'm Molly Weasley," she continued before going around and introducing everyone else. "These two are my youngest, Ginny and Ron, you've already met Fred and George, and this is Harry Potter."
"Uh, hi…" Ed said weakly, still not quite understanding what was going on.
"Does he even know why we're here?" Ginny asked.
"He should," Sirius said from behind Ed. Ed jumped slightly, not realizing that Sirius had been in the room. "I told him last night."
"Brother doesn't understand anything when he's half-asleep," Al said from behind Sirius. Ed was beginning to remember, though, something about someone being attacked…
"There was an attack last night," Mrs. Weasley explained. "My husband is currently in St. Mungo's, and it's easier to get there from here than from our house."
"Oh…" Ed said. "Is he okay?"
"He should be fine," Mrs. Weasley answered. "Thanks to Harry. Why don't you sit down?"
Ed nodded and did so, taking an empty seat next to Harry, who didn't seem to be too happy about the whole saving Mr. Weasley thing. At the moment, he felt strangely out of place, and he watched his brother help with the cooking for a while before he noticed Ron staring at him.
"What is it?" Ed asked after a moment.
"Is your arm made of metal?" Ron asked curiously.
Ed nodded and pushed up the sleeve. "Yeah, it's like this up to my shoulder. My leg, too."
"Really? Why?"
"I lost my arm and leg a few years ago," Ed replied.
"Oh… Sorry," Ron muttered, looking embarrassed that he had asked.
"Eh, I don't really care. It is pretty odd if you've never seen it before," Ed remarked casually.
"Yeah, I've never seen someone with a half-metal body. Well, there was that one time in transfiguration class where Neville got his aim wrong, but Professor McGonagall got that sorted out almost right away…"
"Breakfast is ready," Mrs. Weasley interrupted. Ed was sort of glad for the interruption, as he wasn't quite sure about how much he liked the previous conversation. They ate quietly for a while before Mrs. Weasley noticed what Al was doing. Or rather, what he wasn't doing.
"Aren't you hungry, Alphonse?" she asked when she realized Al hadn't even bothered to get himself food.
"Oh, um…" Al began.
"He doesn't eat… much, anymore," Ed supplied. "There's kind of some… we haven't quite figured that out yet," he finished lamely, realizing that everyone was staring at them yet again. Ed looked over at Sirius, trying to get some help, because this was becoming awkward.
"Go ahead and say it, Ed," Sirius said simply. "I'm sure most of us have seen stranger."
"Right," Ed muttered. "Well, due to some complicated series of events, Al doesn't have a body. That's actually just his soul in there."
"What?" Ron asked, sounding genuinely confused.
Ed sighed and stood up so that he could reach his brother's head, yanking it off by the tassel. "There's nothing in there," he said before placing the helmet on the table.
"Oh, so he's like a ghost?" Ron asked, the confusion replaced by genuine curiosity.
"Not really. His body's still alive," Ed explained. "It's just… unavailable. I used alchemy to bond his soul to the armor so that he'd stay in this world, or… yeah. Like I said, it's complicated," he finished.
"That does sound complicated," Ginny remarked. "So anyway, Ed, you're here to visit Hogwarts, right? What's your school like?"
Ed blinked. For some reason, he hadn't expected that question. "Oh, I don't go to school. I work for the military back home."
"Oh, great, a soldier," Fred groaned.
"Not really. I just do research," Ed replied.
"What kind of research?" Ron asked.
"That's classified," Ed answered, a playful smile on his face.
"Sure it is," Ginny replied. Ron looked vaguely disappointed.
"Well, I think we should all catch up on our sleep," Mrs. Weasley said. "It's been a long night."
The Weasley children all concurred, and one by one, they all filtered out of the room. However, before Harry could go, Sirius waved him over.
"Here's something you might be interested in," he said, handing Harry the picture he'd shown Ed and Al the other day. Harry took it, looked at it for a moment, and then looked up at Ed and Al.
"Is this your mother?" he asked.
Ed nodded. "Yeah."
"You know, I'd almost forgotten about this," Sirius remarked. "I'm glad I found it, otherwise you'd have thought I was making all this up."
"You're right about that," Ed replied. "But if Hohenheim had been in there I'd have thought it was a fake."
As soon as he finished saying that, however, Ed felt a piercing glare from behind. He looked up at Al in confusion. "What? It's pretty obvious he hated cameras."
"Actually, I think he was busy that night," Sirius said. "And I remember a few group pictures being taken with him in them."
Now it was Ed's turn to glare at Sirius, and he did so for a brief moment before leaving the kitchen.
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"What was that all about?" Sirius asked.
"He hates our father," Al replied. "Just ignore him. He'll get over it after a while."
"Why does he hate him?" Harry asked. "He sounded like a decent man when I heard about him."
"It's because he was gone for so long," Al replied. "And things probably would have turned out differently if he'd stayed."
"You mean… oh," Harry said, not wanting to finish that thought.
"Yeah," Al said, sounding just as awkward.
"I don't blame him," Sirius said. "I'd be angry too. Well, I think we should probably get some rest now, Harry."
"Yeah," Harry said halfheartedly, walking with Al and Sirius out of the kitchen. Ed and Al were staying in a room near his, and so when Sirius went up to his room, Harry stayed behind to talk with Al. He wasn't much in the mood for sleeping anyway, and there was still a lot he wanted to know about the brothers. If anything, it was a chance to speak with someone who wasn't involved in the affairs of the wizarding world.
"Aren't you tired?" Al asked when he noticed that Harry hadn't gone to his room.
"Not really," Harry replied. "You're new to the wizarding world, right?"
"Ah… yeah, you could say that," Al replied. "I mean, we knew about the school and all that, but we didn't really know what exactly went on there. I mean, Dumbledore said we qualified to go there, but I always figured that that was because of alchemy. I didn't really think… uh…"
"I know, I was surprised when I found out, too," Harry said. "But we should probably get out of the hallway. I wouldn't want to wake up Sirius's mum."
"Right…" Al said, and they entered the Elrics' room quietly, shutting the door behind them. Ed was lounging on his bed, reading a book.
"Hey," Ed said, not looking up from the pages. "What's up?"
"Not much," Al replied. "We were just talking."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Harry said. "I thought I'd warn you about some of the… more unusual parts of Hogwarts."
"Let me guess, the staircases have a mind of their own," Ed said, his voice tinged with sarcasm."
"Some of them, yeah," Harry replied. "There's false steps, and some staircases lead to different places on different days."
Ed put his book down and looked at Harry incredulously. That look told Harry everything.
"You get used to it after a while," Harry added. "Besides, it's less startling than seeing a ghost or talking to a picture–"
"The pictures talk?" Al asked.
Harry nodded. "The bigger pictures do. They can go out into different frames, too. The entrance to Gryffindor tower has a large portrait of a Fat Lady who asks you for the password."
"Right," Ed muttered as he turned back to his book. "Anything else we should know about?"
"Well, there is a poltergeist…"
They talked for a while longer, Harry explaining everything he would have liked to know before he'd started at Hogwarts. It wasn't very exciting, but at least it helped keep his mind off of less pleasant matters.
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Ed was bored. He didn't think that it'd be possible to be bored when surrounded by stuff that defied the laws of physics, but he was. Harry had gone off with the Weasleys to the hospital, and Al had dragged Ed down to hang out with Sirius. Which, at the moment, consisted of them sitting around in a living room and doing nothing.
"This is boring," Ed muttered after a while.
"Now you know how I've felt for the past several months," Sirius replied darkly. "But I guess now would be as good a time as any to get back to wizarding history."
"Sure," Al said, but Ed merely grunted. He listened to Sirius with mild interest for a while before muttering under his breath, "I have so many better things to do."
"You didn't have to come, you know," Sirius said.
Ed winced. He hadn't thought Sirius had heard that. "Well, judging by the way you were stalking us beforehand, it doesn't seem like we had much of a choice."
"Oh, so you noticed?" Sirius asked. "Well, a lot of people have been worried about you two here, and Dumbledore just wanted me to see how you two were living. Though I think that's just the excuse he made to let me get out of this stinking place."
"Why would anybody be worried about us?" Ed asked.
"The last time he heard from you was just before you joined the military," Sirius replied. "I don't know what you wrote, but it must have been pretty worrisome to read it and not hear from you for three years afterwards."
Ed frowned. He hadn't thought much about it at the time, but looking back, what he had written did seem like it would have that effect on someone. "Yeah, I guess I should have explained a bit more," he said finally. "But it's not like my life was ever in danger…" he trailed off at the look Al gave him. "Well, not until Scar showed up, at least."
"Scar?"
"He's some serial killer who targets State Alchemists," Ed explained. "His people were wiped out in a civil war a few years back, and he's so wrapped up in his need for revenge that he's willing to hurt innocent people."
Sirius frowned. "Why State Alchemists?"
"To get that title, you have to be a really good alchemist," Ed explained. "Just think of all the damage you can do on the battlefield. And it doesn't help that the Ishbalan people thought of alchemy as the devil's work."
"Come to think of it, it seems like the same thing's been going on here," Al remarked.
Ed blinked. "Yeah, I guess I could see that. But most Muggles don't know magic exists, right?"
Somewhere inside his head, Ed was congratulating himself for remembering the term 'muggle.'
"No, and there are people in the ministry who work to keep it that way," Sirius replied. "That's actually what Arthur Weasley does."
"Is that how he got injured?" Al asked.
"Oh, no, he was doing something for the Order," Sirius answered. "Speaking of which, they'll probably be getting back soon."
Ed let out a sigh and leaned further back in his seat. The way Sirius had said that last part made him think that the Order was something they weren't supposed to discuss.
"Anyway, Ed, I wanted to apologize for this morning," Sirius continued. "I should have realized you wouldn't want to hear about your father."
Ed grunted. "It's fine. I'll just have to get used to it; something tells me I'll be hearing a lot about him these next few weeks."
"Well, you know, to be fair, he was a good man," Sirius said. "Which is why it was so strange to hear he had left his family behind. It didn't make much sense to me, but I suppose Dumbledore knows the reasoning behind it."
"It doesn't matter why he left anymore," Ed muttered. "It's not like knowing the reason would change what happened to us."
It was quiet in the room for a moment before Sirius changed the subject. "You must have had some interesting experiences in the military, right?"
Ed shrugged. "I guess you could say that. There's a lot of corruption, a few groups who think they'd be better at running the country, getting kicked out of hotels…"
"Why would you be kicked out of a hotel?" Sirius asked.
"Well, the last time it happened, this soldier was making life difficult for the people in his area," Al explained. "And since there are soldiers like him everywhere in Amestris, the people there didn't think there was any decency left."
"Oh, it's the same as assuming every house elf in the wizarding world is like Kreacher."
Ed blinked. "They aren't?"
"Thankfully," Sirius muttered.
Ed was about to comment on that when he heard the door open behind him. Mrs. Weasley entered the room, followed by her children and a couple other people Ed had met earlier. Harry wasn't in the group, but Ed didn't really think about it. It had probably been a stressful day for him.
The rest of the evening passed fairly quietly. Of course, Ed was judging this based on how the magical folk were doing because he had no clue what 'quiet' was for these people, but such was life. He stared at various walls for a good chunk of the evening, feeling rather awkward because, well, he was rather out of place here. And so, he and Al just faded into the background for a while.
Ed was unpleasantly surprised, however, when the subject turned to his father. Of course, he realized later that it shouldn't have come as a surprise, but it was unpleasant nonetheless. It happened while they were waiting for dinner, when the weirdo with the creepy eye – Mad-Eye Moody, Ron had called him – looked straight at him and said, "So these are Hohenheim's kids, are they? I've heard you've got a talent for alchemy."
"Yeah," Ed replied.
"Let's see it."
"What, now?" Ed asked.
"Why not?" Sirius replied.
Ed decided it would be pointless to answer that. He looked around, and when he realized everyone was looking at him, Ed gave in.
"Fine," he muttered as he looked at his hands, trying to think of what he should make. After a moment, he decided, and he clapped his hands and placed them on the table. He watched the reactions on the others' faces with a smug feeling; they all looked pretty surprised to see the horse emerge from the table.
"What exactly is that?" Fred asked after a moment.
"It's a horse. You have those here, don't you?" Ed retorted, feeling mildly irritated.
"Looks more like a thestral to me," George commented.
"How would you know? They're invisible," Ron said.
"I've seen drawings," George replied.
"Not in a textbook, I hope," Fred commented.
"Wait, what's a thestral?" Ed asked. He knew he had just been insulted, but he wanted to know how.
"They're these winged horse-like things that you can't see unless you've seen death," Ron explained.
"Really, brother, why didn't you just make a normal horse?" Al asked.
"What's wrong with this one?" Ed snapped. "I think it looks cool!"
"It doesn't look like a horse, that's for sure," Fred added.
"You're going to change my table back to normal, aren't you?" Sirius asked.
Ed grunted in mild irritation at Fred's comment, clapped his hands, and returned the table to its original state. Then he sat back and waited for everyone to stop talking about what he'd made.
"But that is pretty impressive, making stuff without a wand," Ron said.
Moody was still watching Ed, as he had been throughout the demonstration. "Just like his father, all right," he said gruffly. "Looks the same, too."
"So I've heard," Ed muttered.
"He did quite a lot for the original Order, that man. He trapped quite a few Death Eaters with his alchemy, didn't even move an inch when he did it."
Ed raised an eyebrow at this. Hohenheim hadn't even needed to clap his hands?
However, any further thoughts he had on the subject vanished as something slammed into Ed and caused him to fall gracelessly to the ground. He could hear a mix of laughter and Mrs. Weasley screaming as Al pulled him up by the arms and sat him back down.
"What just happened?" Ed asked, feeling a little dazed.
"I don't know," Al replied. "But I think I know who's responsible."
Sure enough, Mrs. Weasley's anger was directed at the twins, who didn't seem to regret their actions in the least. Since nobody was really paying attention to him anymore, Ed took the opportunity to take Al's chair, which would hopefully keep Moody from talking to him anymore.
Once again, as soon as the conversation had turned to something different, Ed and Al gratefully faded into the background, and it stayed that way until one of the twins sat down right next to Ed.
"Don't like your dad much, Ed?" Fred asked quietly.
"What gives you that idea?" Ed asked back in a not-so-innocent tone.
"I hate to break it to you, but you're not the best actor."
"Neither is Harry, incidentally," the other twin chimed in. "Imagine, just happening to feel sick after doing a little spying…"
"It fooled Mum, at least."
"I wonder how long he's going to sulk. Someone's probably going to have to talk some sense into him."
"Are you even talking to me anymore?" Ed interrupted.
"'Course we are, Eddie! We're preparing you for what's to come!"
"Gee, thanks," Ed muttered sarcastically.
"You're welcome."
Ed tried to reply to that, but he couldn't think of anything. In the end, he gave up, and the rest of the night passed peacefully. When he and Al finally headed to bed, Ed didn't have a chance to think about the day's events. His brain had had to endure too much nonsensical information, and all it wanted to do was shut off. He was asleep within minutes of lying down.
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The next day was much easier for Ed than the last. He had gotten used to some of the more prominent things in Sirius's house, and he had a pretty good idea of what was going on in this world. Harry was still avoiding human contact, but Ed didn't wonder about that too much. All the other young people seemed to know what was going on with him, and after a brief conversation with Ron and Ginny, Ed had a pretty good idea himself.
"Hey, you've got nothing to do with us," Ron said suddenly after they had finished dinner and were heading upstairs. "Maybe you can convince him to stop avoiding everyone."
"How am I supposed to do that? It's not like there's anything I can say to get him to come down," Ed replied.
"It's worth a shot," Ginny said. "Besides, if you're careful, he won't even know we put you up to it."
Ed sighed and relented. "Fine, I'll see what I can do."
Just then, there was a loud crack, and Ed would have fallen down the stairs if Al hadn't caught him. He also would have sworn very loudly if Al hadn't covered his mouth.
"Now, Eddie, how are you going to survive at Hogwarts if you don't stay alert at all times?"
"Constant vigilance, little one!"
Ed broke out of Al's grip, glared at the twins, and would have come up with a very nasty retort if he hadn't remembered the gigantic screaming picture below them. He decided to save it for later and stalked quietly up the stairs. Harry was in a room with something called a hippogriff; Ed decided he'd try to get Harry to come out instead of going in there.
"Hey, Harry?" he called as he knocked on the door.
There was no response.
"It's not like it matters if you talk to me. I barely know what's going on and nobody here knows who I am except for you guys."
Still nothing. Ed sighed and leaned against the door. "Fine, I get the point. If you change your mind, let me know. One of those twins just insulted me and I don't think I'm going back down there anytime soon."
The door opened, and Ed fell onto his back with a startled yelp. There was a split second in which Harry stared down at him before Ed moved out of the way, Harry closed the door, and they sat in the entrance in silence.
"I'm not going down there," Harry said flatly.
"That's nice. I just figured you might want to have a change in scenery."
"You're a horrible liar, Ed."
Ed sighed. "Fine, fine. Your friends put me up to it. But still, don't you think they'd have something useful to say?"
"They don't know what it's like!" Harry snapped. "I mean, it's not like it's normal to be seeing through Voldemort's snake's eyes!"
"You've got a point there," Ed said. "But I heard Ginny say something about her first year of school…"
"Harry!"
Ed looked up. There was someone walking towards them, a girl who definitely wasn't part of the Weasley family. She stopped when she saw Ed and took a moment to introduce herself.
"You must be Edward. I'm Hermione Granger. I'm one of Harry's classmates."
"Hi," Ed replied.
"What are you doing here, Hermione? I thought you were going to spend the holidays with your parents."
"Oh, skiing's not really my thing," Hermione said. "But I've told Ron it's wonderful. He's been making fun of it enough as it is."
Skiing…? Ed thought. He hadn't heard a lot about that, but he knew for sure that it wasn't a magical sport.
"Anyway, Ron told me you've been sulking up here. Can't you at least talk about what happened?"
Ed gave Harry an encouraging look. "You might as well. It's not like things'll get better just by sitting up here."
Hermione gave Ed a grateful look. Harry looked from one to the other and eventually let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine, I'll come down."
Ed followed the two at a distance; he wasn't sure whether he should be more involved or not. He was spared having to make a decision, however, when Al told him he'd gotten a letter. Ed took it and led his brother into their room before opening it.
"It's addressed to both of us," Ed remarked. "From Dumbledore."
"What's it say?" Al asked.
Ed frowned as he read through the letter. "He doesn't think you should come."
"What? Why not?"
"Something about a teacher being too interested in the students for her own good. I guess this is the woman Sirius mentioned."
"But what am I supposed to do, then?"
Ed shrugged. "Go back home, I guess. Or stay here. Or we could just both go home and forget the whole thing."
Al shook his head. "No, brother. We've already come all this way. I can survive on my own for a couple of weeks."
Ed glanced over the letter one more time and put it on his suitcase. "If you say so."
"Did he say anything else?"
Ed shrugged. "Mostly stuff about what'll happen when I get there. I've been exempted from wearing the school uniform, I need to meet him in his office the minute I arrive, I shouldn't talk about where I'm from unless it's with someone who already knows…"
"That sounds pretty reasonable."
"I like the uniform part," Ed admitted. "I think I'd look pretty stupid in one."
"So that's why you've refused to wear a military uniform… And here I always thought you didn't wear them because you didn't like the military."
"Of course that's why I don't touch those things!" Ed snapped. "Jeez, Al…"
They talked about the decision to have Al stay behind for a while, and in the end, they decided that Al would stay with Sirius until it was time for him and Ed to go back to Amestris. That way, Al would still be able to find some stuff out and Sirius wouldn't be left alone with that creature. Ed would just have to get used to not having his brother around.
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I started thinking in a British accent while writing the last part of this. It's rather annoying, but not as annoying as the creepy, disgusting mental images I keep getting for no apparent reason. Or the people who are being loud and obnoxious in a computer lab where most people are trying to study. Or writing fanfiction. Or having to use the latest version of Word, which I think sucks.
But on a brighter note, you can expect some good jokes next chapter. I like funny jokes. They're funny. Ha ha ha. I wish I had my computer. Blah.