Sorry for taking so long to update, but real life happens! Also, sorry that this is mostly filler, but Mistral isn't involved in Quidditch and they're going home for Christmas Break (or Winter Holidays, whichever you want to call it).
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C.W: Actually, the world will know. She was more confused than anything, because all muggleborns are told that electronics don't work at Hogwarts.
Ash: To be honest, this story started with me thinking, "Hey, what if Harry was raised by Sans and Papyrus?" Then it escalated. Since I have a bad tendency to start writing something and have it drop off due to lack of interest (case and point, Link of Fate), I didn't expect to still have to motivation to keep this up...
Also, thank you to Guest, Firehedgehog, Guest, Ender the multiverse Detective, Arashi - IV of VI(random question, what are you the fourth of six of?), NRMania, crazy dragon ninja, and serena is arceus for reviewing!
"Huh? Mistral, what are you doing here? You never eat meals with us."
"i...i haven't really had a reason to eat here before, but...i've been kinda hiding behind my brothers outside of class. even underground, i tended to stay by myself, but here, i have 2 friends i don't wanna see hurt."
*You tell Mistral that he sounds more relaxed than usual.
"Yes, you do sound different, Mistral."
"hey, if 2 humans are willing to watch my back, maybe i can let my guard down at least a little, right?"
"what the hell is a 'quadpitch'?"
"It's quidditch, not quadpitch, and it's a Wizarding sport that involves two teams of seven players, three goal posts per team, and four balls. It's...honestly rather confusing. Perhaps actually watching the game will make more sense."
"...hermione? i have a dumb question."
"Yes, Mistral?"
"what's a sport?"
"that was supposed to be a game? it was nothing like searchers, or humans & monsters, or snow war, or-"
"Wait, what was that?"
"snow war?"
"No, before that."
"searchers?"
"No, the one in the middle."
"humans & monsters?"
"Yes, what is that? I've never heard of a game like that."
"frisk? can you help get some of the humans together? i'll grab monster kid & fire girl. we're gonna play humans & monsters!"
"Wait! I still don't know what that is!"
"...and that's basically it. any questions?"
*You ask Hermione what her question is.
"So...this game is like Cops and Robbers?"
"uh...frisk?"
Nod.
"then yes, it is. any more questions?"
*You point to the Weasley twins.
"Yes, hello, Mistral-"
"-and Frisk! We would like-"
"-to know what Cops-"
"-and Robbers is."
"uh...hermione?"
"Frisk? You can speak in sign language, right?"
*Yes.
"It's easier for you to use it, to get your point across?
*Yes.
"Could you teach me how to sign?"
Definitely!
"Is that a yes?"
The cool of fall turned into the oh-my-god-it's-so-freaking-cold of winter. Students hurried between classes, hoping to limit exposure to the chill that settled into almost every inch of the castle. Humans, monsters...basically everyone was wearing layers to attempt to stay warm. Everyone, that is, save three monsters.
"That's it!" Hermione exclaimed, slamming her hands onto the dining table. Frisk jumped slightly, their reaction not quite as...extreme as Mistral's.
Said skeleton, who had been eating a Tupperware container of spaghetti, immediately tried to back up, which only succeeded in tipping himself over the back of the bench, his skull hitting the floor with a loud crack. Realizing that he was receiving a multitude of strange looks, Mistral got back to his seats, relieved that his hood was still up. Then, as if nothing had happened, he asked, "what's it?"
"How are you not freezing?" Hermione asked, irritated. "It's almost zero degrees outside of classes, but you haven't even worn any extra layers!"
Mistral narrowed an eye socket, making it look like he was raising an eyebrow. "1, it's more like 32. 2, i'm a skeleton. you could say it goes right through me."
Hermione huffed at the answer before going back to her breakfast. Mistral had just started eating when he heard, Are you okay? You hit your head pretty hard. He turned to see a worried Frisk staring at him expectantly.
Mistral nodded, cringing slightly at the jab of pain in the back of his skull. Before he could be asked anything else, he shoved his half-finished spaghetti into his cloak, announced, "i have to go to the bathroom", and bolted from the room.
Frisk groaned, their head thumping onto the table and narrowly missing the butter.
Hermione frowned. "Frisk, what's wrong? Mistral is just going to the bathroom."
Frisk sat up, shaking their head. Slowly, they signed out, Monster slang. Means "leaving place now".
Taking a moment to translate the broken sign language, Hermione asked, "What do you mean?"
Taking a leaf out of Mistral's book, Frisk bent over and pulled a sheet of parchment and a quill, scribbled something down, then handed the sheet to their friend.
It's slang. It means "I'm escaping this situation", but it's supposed to be polite.
The young witch frowned. Was Mistral hurt?
Mistral swore as soon as he knew the bathroom was empty. He yanked down his hood and reached up to feel the back of his head. A small spiderweb of cracks reached out from the impact point, a small piece of bone missing from the very center.
"it's...it's fine, everything is fine," Mistral mumbled. "right, i can fix this. i don't need to bug anyone." Focusing intently, he hovered his hand over his injury, forcing it to give off healing energy. When it didn't do anything, Mistral sighed, giving up. He yanked his hood back up. "ok, this is fine. it'll just...heal naturally. sans and papyrus won't know as long as i keep my hood up." Nodding, as if to confirm his plan, Mistral left the bathroom.
"so, today, we're going to play snow war!"
"And how do you play snow wa-AGH!"
"ok, frisk! help me make the fort!"
"You'll pay for that, Pianissimo!"
I found something last night.
"oh really? i thought toriel didn't wanna have you wandering at night."
That's not important. What is important is that I found something really cool!
"lemme guess: you wanna show me tonight."
Who knows if it'll still be there when we come back from break! Come on, Misty!
"...fine."
Mistral gaped at the size of the mirror that dominated the otherwise empty classroom. His pupil lights scanned the intricate designs along the edges, fixating on the writing at the top. Automatically seeing the translation, he read, "i show not your face but your heart's desire."
Frisk stood in front of the mirror, signing, Look! Everyone is free...and my human parents are proud of me...
"uh, frisk?" Mistral said. "sorry to burst your bubble, but everyone is free. also you're staring at your reflection."
Come here! Frisk reached out and grabbed Mistral's forearm, yanking him in front of the mirror. Look into it!
Hesitantly, Mistral looked into the mirror. His eye sockets lit up blue and green as foreign magic prodded his soul. It seemed almost child-like, like it was asking to show him something about himself. He nodded, his pupil lights fading back to white dots.
The surface of the seemingly-normal mirror rippled momentarily before clearing to reveal that Mistral was standing by Sans and Papyrus. Behind them were two couples, one with a blacked-haired human male and a female skeleton wearing a pale green ribbon around her cervical vertebrae, the other couple with a female skeleton wearing a robe a few shades lighter than Mistral's and a male skeleton wearing a black robe. Amazed, he reached out to the skeleton couple only to be stopped by the glass barrier.
Movement in the corner of his vision drew Mistral's attention away from the reflections of his parents and towards the other couple. The human had sky blue eyes hidden behind glasses, and a large grin on his face. The skeleton seemed no less enthusiastic, if not a little exasperated. She had a partially-fused jaw, her toothy grin stretching wider as she acknowledged Mistral.
He stared, unable to tell who the two were. Seeing his confusion, the female skeleton put a finger up to her teeth. Her form shimmered before turning into that of a red-haired human with her left eye electric blue and her right emerald green. Her eyes closed, them opened to show them both being green. She brought up her right hand and signed out a name. L-I-L-Y-P-O-T-T-E-R. Pointing to the man next to her, she added, J-A-M-E-S-P-O-T-T-E-R.
Mistral nodded, confused about the show of magic within the mirror, but happy for the information. He stepped to the side, disrupting the reflection's magic and making everyone vanish. "frisk?" he asked softly. "could you help me do some research tomorrow before we leave?"
Nod.
"how can there be no information on 2 humans? even the underground had better records than sages do!"
Why don't we just ask Hermione?
"...frisk, you're a genius!"
"Wait, you're trying to find who?"
"lily & james potter," Mistral said. "i heard their names &wanted to know who they are."
Hermione was stunned. "The entire Wizarding World knows who Lily and James Potter are! How do you not know?"
Frisk waved, getting the witch's attention, before signing, M born.
Hermione blinked, then looked at Mistral. "Frisk, I can understand, but how does a magical creature-"
"monster," Mistral corrected.
"-not know about the Potter family?"
Mistral gave her a deadpan stare. "3 words, hermione. barrier, underground, trapped."
"W-what?" Hermione deflated. "You were trapped underground?"
"yeeeeah," Mistral drew out. "all monsters were. we only were freed over the summer."
"Really?"
"i kid you not."
Hermione sighed. "Lily and James Potter were the last two people to be killed by You-Know-Who before he was destroyed by their son, Harry."
Instead of the recognition she expected, the reaction Hermione received was the skeleton narrowing an eye socket. "who no who?"
"You know..." Hermione's voice dropped to a whisper. "Voldemort?"
Mistral blinked. "who's the jerk that named their kid 'flight of death'?"
"hermione, d'you think you might be able to come over during the break? there's a tradition that monsters have-"
"I'd be honored to come, Mistral. Would my parents be able to come, too?"
"definitely!"
Favorite line from this chapter: "who names their kid 'flight of death'?"
Sorry again that this is mostly a filler chapter but...well, these things do happen.
And now that this is done, I'm gonna go play the video games that have been distracting me from uploading. Ok? Ok.