Sorry for the wait. I just finished. Oh, and if you don't understand the description of what Syn is wearing, than I suggest looking it up. In the mean time, I'll see if I can get a friend to draw Syn's current outfit.
"Hey Sekhet, if I told you I just had a brilliant idea what would you say?"
"I'd say you better tell me so I know if this is another one of your hair-brained schemes that will likely get us killed."
Syn pouted, toweling the last of the water out of his damp hair, one of the other girls grabbing a brush for his hair while Sekhet turned another page of her tome in the room of an inn in Knockturn Alley, something called The Screaming Witch. Another of the girls pulled a polished wooden box out of the suitcase, opened it revealing an elaborate, silver, silk Shenyi with blue-silk embroidered petals, and took the Han Chinese robe from the box taking it over to Syn. Meanwhile, several other girls, a blonde-haired girl with hazel eyes and an ebony-haired girl with grey eyes, pulled out another, smaller, box, this time filled with various hairpieces, most looking to be oriental inspired. Syn thanked the redhead, with white highlights, for giving him his clothes and slipped his hands through the sleeves, then wrapped the sides around his body, tying the robe together with the emerald green sash, the same girl handed to him. Glancing up from her research, Sekhet surveyed Syn's outfit, taking note of the high-ponytail with several bira bira stuck into the base, and a lacquered wood kushi kanzashi gilded with white-gold and inlaid with various emeralds and sapphires, all carved into the shape of a bouquet of roses. The silver bells from the bira bira created a pleasant tinkling sound as they struck each other with every slight movement Syn made. Two of the girls helping Syn dress, attempted to put makeup on him, giving up after Syn kept dodging their brushes and went back to brushing out the last of the tangles in his hair and handing him his gold pocket watch. It was at this point that Mikal walked into the room, an envelope in one hand, and a barn owl with a startling white face, perched on his shoulder, his eyes widening in shock as he took in what Syn was wearing.
"What the heck! You look like a girl!" shouted Mikal when he finally regained his senses enough to speak. Arms akimbo, Syn glared at the guardian angel before him calmly, but dripping with sarcasm, answered his friend.
"My dearest intellectual friend, might I point out that this is, in fact, currently regarded as formal wear based off the clothing worn in China from the pre-Shang periods to the Han Dynasty."
Mikal grumbled and murmured stubbornly, "It still looks like a dress to me." before proceeding to hand each of the letters in the envelope to each person in the room. "Speaking of the dress, why are you wearing something so formal?"
"Today we are meeting up with my brother, are we not? After that I thought it might be best to apparate over to Godric's Hollow to pay my respects to my birth parents since I'm finally in my birth world again."
"What's that got to do with the dress?"
"The Shenyi is mostly worn to pay respect to one's ancestors or as a funeral cloth. Though, usually the Shenyi is black and white."
"Why isn't yours?"
"Mine was merely inspired off of the design. It's a modernized version."
"Hn." Replied Mikal, still a bit confused but not caring enough to know more. Sometimes it was best to let Syn do what Syn wanted merely because his logic was too confusing to make sense to the listener. "So do you plan to at least put shoes on?"
"Of course."
"Let me guess. The weird Japanese sandal things?"
Syn pursed his lips in disapproval on his companion's word choice but nodded before slipping on the said footwear.
"What did the owl bring?"
"Mine and your acceptance letters to Hogwarts. The stray cat's, too."
"What did you call me, you ungrateful lump of feathers?" growled Sekhet, slamming her tome shut as she glared at Mikal.
"Calm yourself, Sekhet." Ordered Syn. "Now is not the time for your usual bickering." Still glaring, Sekhet obeyed, getting up to pick up her tome, before she stalked off to join the other girls that disappeared during the argument. Syn then turned to Mikal, his green eyes fading from angry gold, back to his normal green, and asked him a question. "What name did they use for my letter?"
"Syn D. Fluorite. Seems the old geezer you told me about, decided to keep his trap shut about your real name. Good thing too, considering it looked like someone else got their hands on the owl before I did."
Syn only hummed, returning his attention to dressing himself, first putting on his sandals, then choosing a mask, a fox one in light, sky blue, and white designs, tying it behind his head before he directed his attention at Mikal again.
"Let's go before the girls notice us missing." He said hurriedly, as Mikal smirked and took Syn's arm, making sure to seem as courteous as possible before they both disappeared with an unnoticed pop.
(Time skip)
Draco held on tightly to the tacky, red, hoody with his little claws, from his perch on Harry's shoulder, careful not to let go, and accidently be thrown off by the bouncy gait of the boy he was using for transportation. It had been odd enough experience going through the muggle world, to get to the Ministry considering he had only ever flooed or Side-Along Apparated with his father, but what had really thrown him was the view he had in his new form. The size of everything was huge compared to his human form, the smells he had never noticed before, came after him with vengeance with his new nose, and the various weird looks he got from his perch on the Boy Wonder's shoulder was making his fur stand on end. He made irritated sounds, hoping to get the message across that he didn't appreciate being gawked at, only to draw more stares. Annoyed, he stopped to glare at Harry, telling him without words that he better make the middle-aged dunderheads leave him be, only to notice the embarrassed blush that lightly brushed the boy's cheeks. So Scar-Head-that-lived, was embarrassed by the attention? Grinning, or at least the closest thing a ferret could make like one, Draco got louder, sometimes attempting to sing a song from the Weird Sisters, other times just spouting nonsense as loudly as possible. Draco was pleased when the boy's whole face turned a nice shade of crimson to match the hoody.
I have honestly never believed Draco would be Draco without finding something to annoy Harry about. Draco is snarky like that. Anyway, sorry for the wait. took sometime to finish with all the school work, writer's block, and "family time" getting in the way. I'm also just a little too lazy sometimes. Oh well. its shorter than i intended but don't worry, Syn's about to have his big debut soon with the Ministry. I'll get started on the next chapter this week since my friend is nagging me about it and i won't be doing anything in my classes bcause of exams. fun -rolls eyes-... well bye. please review, alert, or favorite. they keep the morale up and make me write faster and better.