Boom. I FIXED THE POV'S :D But damn I like writing in Ed's POV for some reason, so you'll probably see a lot of that happening. Hopefully, the chapters will be longer and less shit-tastic haha. Mother of Truth, I didn't update in a while. I apologize for my absence. I was too caught up on watching 5 more seasons of SPN. Cass bby why /3 /3 Well, enough of my babbling xP On with the story! Also...sorry if anyone seems a little OOC. I apologize in advance.
Edward
Ed felt the eyes of either curious or baffled teachers and students on him as soon as he entered the Great Hall. He was wearing the outfit he wore the night he arrived, while the other teachers were wearing either robes or normal (or, "muggle", they called it) clothing. As soon as he reached the table and sat down, his best friend decided to speak up.
"What- Mr. Elric, why are you wearing this- this- this gaudy article of clothing?!" Umbridge questioned loudly, making a few teachers, and even students, look up. Her nostrils flared. Ed shrugged.
"Well, Ms. Sunshine, I don't think your outfit's much better," He said, eyeing the fuzzy, pink cardigan she wore. Her eyes bulged and her face turned red while she sputtered incomprehensible responses as a few students, and even a teacher, snicker. "Besides," He continued, "I don't see anything wrong with it." Umbridge's eye twitched, and she waited ten seconds before speaking in a unusually girly and sickly sweet tone.
"Tight leather pants, leather black and red combat boots, and a crimson cloak with a strange symbol aren't school appropriate." She said, then smiled sweetly. "What you call clothing is a abomination here at this school. I suggest you wear robes." Ed snorted, and rolled his eyes.
"My clothes are badass!" He retorted, ignoring Umbridge's gasp of "Language!" and continued. "And I don't think wearing a bright pink, fuzzy cardigan is appropriate either. It'll be distracting. And if you're allowed to wear 'abominations' as clothing, why can't I?" He said, smirking. Umbridge's mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her face turned the color of a tomato, and without a word, she stood up and walked out of the hall. Ed felt quite accomplished with himself. He managed to make the toad actually walk out of breakfast. McGonagall looked impressed, but said nothing.
As soon as Umbridge left, Ed began to dig in. "Careful, Edward," The nurse, Madam Pomfrey, warned. "You might get a stomach ache if you eat too quickly." Ed nodded.
"Thanks, Ms..." He said, trailing off. Madam Pomfrey smiled kindly at him.
"Pomfrey. Feel free to call me Poppy, though." She said. Ed nodded and took note of this and resumed eating. When he was satisfied, he checked his silver pocket watch. After Winry managed to break his watch open, he didn't bother fixing it again and eventually began to use it to check the time, though he wouldn't let anyone else see the inside, even though the grim reminder on the lid was in Amestrian.
It was almost time to get ready for class, and a wave of dread washed over him. He'd probably be the worst teacher in history. Knowing his temper and slight impatience, the day probably won't end well. He also didn't feel like teaching some snot-nosed wizard brats. He exhaled softly and got up, and, with the assistance of Poppy, he managed to make it to the classroom.
It looked pretty normal for a school run by wizards and witches. A desk seemingly made out of oak with several parchments of paper, quills, and small bottles of ink resting on it. Behind the desk was a blackboard, and on the right of it was a periodic table poster. On the other wall was a set of large, grand windows that overlooked the forbidden forest and a small hut. On each desk was a small tube of ink and textbooks. The floors were white and pristine, and there was a small supply closet in the corner of the room, nearest to the desk.
Ed sighed, picking a textbook up and flipping through the pages, skimming over the words. The textbooks were surprisingly accurate, considering that alchemy was considered a dead art in England. Feeling a bit satisfied with the accuracy, he headed to the blackboard and picked up a piece of chalk with his gloved hand and wrote his name on the board. He stepped back, feeling another surge of satisfaction as he gazed upon his writing, which had improved from a chicken scratch to proper, neat-ish handwriting. Ed had originally been right-handed, but when he got automail, he would always end up breaking the pencil because he couldn't feel it and didn't know the right pressure to apply. So, after many agonizing years of nearly indecipherable writing, he slowly but surely progressed.
He was so deep in thought he didn't notice the students come in. Once he snapped out of his train of thought, he glanced at the students. "Oh, um..." He started off awkwardly, "Just sit...wherever, I guess." He said. Once everyone was seated, he began.
"As you all know, I'm your new alchemy professor, Mr. Elric. Just call me Ed, though. Professor's just too damn formal. I'm used to being called worse things, anyway," He said, earning a giggle from most of the female population in the room. He leaned against the desk, looking around the room before beginning.
"So, who here thinks they know what alchemy is?"