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A/N: Thanks to all of my reviewers! I have the results of the poll, drum roll please… and the winner is… EdWin! In a resounding landslide victory of eight to two. Thanks to all who voted!
An Interesting Year:
Chapter 5:
No one was in the common room except for half a dozen seventh years one of which Harry walked up and began to talk to.
"So, where can we start?" Winry asked, shifting her toolbox causing it to make a loud clanging noise. Ed looked around the almost deserted common room, then pointed to a chair over in the corner.
"How about right there?" Winry nodded and walked over, setting her tools on the table then sitting down herself to rummage through her toolbox. Ed sat down next to her pulling off his military issued jacket reveling his tank top and automail underneath. Harry and Ron chose this moment to show up, and did an excellent impression of a goldfish.
"Why are you wearing armor on your arm?" Harry asked as Winry stared to loosen the screws holding on the automail plates. When his forearm came off Ron's jaw dropped and hit the floor.
"Where's your arm?!" Ron asked completely dumbfounded.
"You're looking at it," Winry told him while digging around in Ed's arm. "So far everything looks good, but you were right when you said that you needed to oil it. I Think that's all that's wrong," Ed nodded.
"You think?" Ed asked raising an eyebrow. "How do you find out?"
"I go into the nerve casing and check to see what color the wires are. If it hurts really bad then they're rusted." She said with an evil smile on her face before unwrapping a wire and sharply jabbing the small wires inside.
"OW! WHAT DID I DO?!" Ed asked very angry at Winry for messing with his nerves instead of just looking at the wires. "I thought that you said you could look at the colors to see how bad the wires were!"
"This way was faster. And yes, you do need to oil the joints in your arm." Winry told Ed who had not stopped his rant to pay attention to her.
"Ed can you go get the oil that I gave you?" Winry asked who was still fuming.
"Fine. I'll be right back."
"How bad does that hurt?" Harry asked Winry who was watching Ed run up the stairs.
"How bad does what hurt?"
"Having a hunk of metal attached to your shoulder." Harry said.
Winry's eyes grew sad as she watched the stairs. "Enough to make a hardened adult soldier cry out in pain like a little kid."
"What about Ed? If someone had poked my nerve like you had poked his then I would not have been that calm about it." Harry asked, hoping to find out more about the mysterious state alchemist.
"He never even whimpered when he had the automail surgery. Ed's always been like that. My grandmother and I gave him the automail surgery when he was only ten. It's an extremely painful three hour procedure, but Ed didn't make one noise, not once." Winry said looking them both in the eye. "After the surgery it usually takes three years to recover basic motor skills, but Ed was able to move perfectly in less than a year. He won't let himself recover from anything, he always pushes himself, always thinking of someone else's safety before his own. And to protect those around him he never shows any real pain. He could be bleeding form the head and insist that he's okay. But, that's just Ed." Winry said with a fond smile as Ed came down the stairs.
"Sorry it took so long. The bottle was at the bottom of my trunk." He looked over at Winry with a funny look on his face. "What's that look for?" She just shook her and took the oilcan from Ed who shrugged and sat down letting Winry oil his arm.
"Hey Ed, how did you lose your arm?" Ron asked making Ed and Winry stiffen.
"I lost it in the eastern rebellion." Was all that Ed would say.
""So who's this Professor Snape who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts? He looks like a jerk." Ed said changing the subject from his arm. He earned a dirty look from Winry for judging people before he knew them.
"He's the worst teacher ever!" Ron almost yelled. "He has it in for the Gryffindors because he's the head of Slytherin. We can't even go into one of his classes without losing a ton of points. If I were you I'd stay out of his way." Ed just laughed.
"Is that all? From the looks on your faces I thought that he was much worse."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked looking at Ed.
"When you're in the military you deal with a bunch of-"
"Watch your language!" Winry told him.
"-jerks. He seems pretty mild compared to some of the people I've dealt with.
"Just don't cause any trouble Ed, okay?" Winry asked looking up at Ed briefly, then continued her oiling.
"Trouble? When have I ever caused any trouble?" Ed asked with a smile.
"Please don't bother me with that list! I'm kinda busy." Her response made Harry and Ron laugh, and earned them a death glare from Ed.
"What about Mustang? What's he like?" Harry asked as his laughter died down.
"He's a perverted lazy jerk with a god-complex." Ed told them stiffly frowning at the thought of him.
"Come on Ed! He's such a nice man. And he gave you the job you have right now. Not to mention he has always taken care of you and Al." Winry said as she finished Ed's arm.
"Feh! Like I said, he's a perverted lazy jerk with a god-complex."
"Whatever!" Winry said closing up Ed's arm. "Done." Ed moved his arm and nodded, satisfied with the way it now moved.
"We better start heading to class," Ed said pulling out an intricately designed pocket watch and checking the time. "Winry, we'll drop you off at Mustang's room so you can hang out with Hawkeye."
A/N: Done! Thanks for reading, and a special thank you to everyone who voted! As stated before the winner is EdWin! Please R&R!