Twilee - Hi everybody! I'm back and I'm alive! New chapter for everyone who stuck with me through this slow progression... So gloomy, but Bree-chan is unable to be here today so taking her place for this chapter only is-
Peeves - ME! (Drops trash bin on top of Twilee's head)
Twilee - PEEVES!!!!!! GET BACK HERE YOU IDIOT!!!!
Peeves - Come and catch me! (Flies through wall)
Twilee - (Run's after him and crashes into the wall knocking herself unconscious)
Harry - Looks like I get stuck saying the Disclaimer. Whatever, Twilee doesn't own Harry Potter or Naruto or any other thing in here that is from a known manga/anime.
Oomizu walked out of the Great Hall with a skip in her step. The last time she had 'visited' Hogwarts there had been no pranksters of any sort, and yet this year there were two!! Not to mention, twins tend to cause more mayhem then regular jokers can.
'Hmm, think of the chaos I could create if I train those two. Or maybe just give them the right nudge. Besides they look like they have fun tricking people already… Perhaps I should play a few on them? Show them that there are better pranks to play? After all the sky is the limit concerning this particular topic.' All this thinking hadn't made her notice the time fly right by as she arrived at her class, Charms with Professor Flitwick. Had she been anyone else she would have laughed at his size, but she knew how tough it was to be short. After all, for the longest time she had been the shortest of the Rookie 9 before finally growing up.
After roll call, in which the Professor had toppled off of his stack of books when he squeaked Harry's name, Flitwick began teaching about the importance of wrist movement and spell pronunciation. When the class ended with a parting lecture from the passionate Professor and Oomizu placed her textbook and notes into her pack and left for her next class, purposely waiting until the room had almost emptied to leave. Arriving last to class was better than being trampled by everyone wanting to escape the room.
Potions class came next and Oomizu was glad that her elemental chakra kept her body temperature stabilized at all times. Though judging from the blue lips of some of the other students it was colder than she thought.
This teacher, Professor Snape reminded her a lot of someone who's been misjudged continuously of labeled as evil. 'Sometimes people can be such cruel hypocrites. They say horrible things about others, and then they turn around and pretend that their life is miserable and that they deserve sympathy. Such pathetic bast-'
BANG
A brusque slam of the dungeon door pulled the girl from her musing as Professor Snape entered the room with dramatically flowing robes that almost had her giggling. "Silence. You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect that you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Snape pulled out a parchment and a quill and scowled, "When I call your name say 'here'."
'Sigh, that speech could have been so inspiring if he hadn't ended it with an insult. Why does it seem that no one can make a proper speech nowadays?'
When Snape got to Harry's name, Oomizu almost rolled her eyes at the way he deliberately asked questions that could not have been answered by an average first-year. "Mr. Potter, our new celebrity. Tell me. What would I get by adding powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Snape's ridiculous questions continued and Harry answered each one with an, "I don't know," or a shrug. Eyes followed the movement of Hermione's, 'Is that her name?' hand as it waved back and forth with pleading desperation.
Finally she just sighed and tucked a few strands of Sea Blue/Sea Foam Green hair behind her multiply-pierced ears and spoke, "Professor Snape, with all due respect you can't honestly expect a first-year to answer these questions. Only someone who's memorized the book such as the brunette frantically trying to get your attention could have a chance of getting it right. I mean, call me crazy, but to anyone else it would seem as if you're needlessly picking on him."
The silence that followed made me think that maybe using such vocabulary wasn't exactly the wisest choice. '10 points from Gryffindor' was all he said before returning to taking roll.
Potions might seem like torture for some people, but Oomizu could honestly say she enjoyed it. The circular motion to brew, adding a pinch of this, a dash of that, and a handful of porcupine quills. So precise, but when you know what you're doing it can become quite calming… Like cooking, adding spices and flavors untried. *Sigh* Creating wonders through everyday food, transforming it into something like heaven in every bite… Wow, my mind wanders quite a lot when brewing... Or maybe I'm just hungry? Whatever. The mixture turned from red to a burnt orange and thus Gone-B-Boils was successful.
Now, if only people could actually get a good name for some of these potions…
Professor Snape walked through the class with his billowing cloak and criticized nearly every move they made… except Malfoy and Oomizu. Malfoy he seemed to like, but as for the latter… it seemed he just couldn't find something wrong with her brewing. Too bad for him, right?
A sudden commotion caught her attention and students began hopping onto their seats to get away from the acid green potion. From what she could see, Neville had collapsed Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob and was now moaning in pain as the potion he got covered in caused his skin to break out in painful looking boils.
Snape snarled as he cleared away the potion with his wand, "You idiot boy! I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?" Neville could only whimper as more boils popped up on his nose.
After commanding Seamus to take Neville to the hospital wing, the still pissed Professor rounded on Harry and Ron who sat next to them. "You – Potter – why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."
Class ended soon after with no more accidents and thankfully there was two hours free for Friday afternoons. Once in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, Oomizu gave a polite smile and a small bow before chirping, "Caput Draconis, ma'am." The Fat Lady tittered and swung open as she replied, "Well, aren't you cheerful today, dear!"
The Fat Lady had always been kind to be during my stays in Hogwarts, even when I hadn't been in Gryffindor. She kept my secret safe and would keep it no matter how tempting whatever bribes the other portraits gave her.
Oomizu walked pass the bulletin board with a glance and doubled-back almost immediately. "Damn. I forgot about Flying Lessons… I'm gonna have to take a look at my schedule." Quickly walking to her room she was surprised to see it empty. 'Surely a bookworm such as Hermione would be in here instead of outside? Perhaps she's in the library? Whatever this just gives me more privacy.' Setting down her pack the 'pre-teen' tugged out her schedule and a blank piece of parchment.
After working diligently, Oomizu finally held up a clean piece of parchment with elegant writing that now held her new schedule. This is what it looked like:
Mon-Wed-Fri
Breakfast
Charms – Flitwick
Potions – Snape
Lunch
Herbology – Sprout
Study Hall
Dinner
Bed
Astronomy – Midnight in the Tower – Professor Sinistra
Tues-Thurs
Breakfast
Transfiguration – McGonagall
History of Magic – Binns
Flying Lessons – Madam Hooch
Lunch
DADA – Quirrell
Dinner
Bed
"Perfect!" Tossing out the old schedule and putting the new one in her pack, Oomizu was a little shocked to see that her room had a perfect view of the trail to Hagrid's hut. But what startled her was the fact that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were just now exiting the little stone landmark on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. "What could they possibly have to do with Hagrid?"
"What could who do with Hagrid?" The annoyingly familiar voice nearly had her grimacing, but after managing a polite smile she turned to face the newcomers with a curious twinkle in her eye. Not curiosity for Hermione Grange, but for the two girls that had come in with her. Taking the initiative, Oomizu strode forward and lowered her head in acknowledgement as she introduced herself, "Hiya, my name is Oomizu Uzumakiseiun-Ravenclaw," Her mood instantly turned dark and there seemed to be flashing thunder behind her as she threatened, "I'll tell you this now. If you intend to be my friend because of my status, family name, or wealth then consider yourself on my 'Ignore' list."
Even Hermione had nothing to say as Oomizu's mood turned another 180 back to cheerful and polite. "Now I know Hermione's name, but who are you two?" The one on the left spoke first with a wide open smile and sparkling eyes, "My name's Parvati Patil, I have a sister but she got Sorted into Ravenclaw so I'll have to introduce you to her later!" This first-year had long black hair pulled back into a braid that fell down her back, dark chocolate brown eyes, and brown skin most likely due to an Indian descent.
The bluenette shook the hand she had stuck out before turning to the other girl, another brunette, and prompted, "Hmph, I'm Lavender Brown and you don't have to worry about me doing something so shallow."
"Why did you look like you were starting to bow when you first came over here?" Hermione questioned as she shifted the books she was holding. "In my culture we don't use handshakes unless it's with foreigners. Greetings are exchanged with measured bows. Such as a deep low bow would mean you greet someone who you either respect greatly or is in high power. Another instance is when you want to apologize for something. To not even tilt your head to someone is a great insult as it means you are being ignored. The nod I gave was a simple gesture to show I was willing to listen to your introductions and I acknowledge you."
Lavender chuckled behind her hand, "That sounds like a lot to remember!" Oomizu gave a smile of her own and tilted her head to the side, strands of hair falling in front of her eyes as she agreed, "Hehe, to many our culture is very confusing, but I'd love to tell you anything you'd like to know as long as it doesn't go past certain boundaries."
Turning to face the clock she said, "Well, I'd love to chat more, but I'd like to go have some lunch before it clears up. Maybe I'll see you later!"
On the way down to the Great Hall Oomizu caught sight of the Weasley twins, no doubt thinking up some nefarious plan, but seeing them sparked an idea in the bluenette's mind. "Hehehe... Hahahahahaha! Just you wait Weasley's I'll play you a joke that you'll never forget!"
Twilee - Hey everyone... Ow, my head. (Shifts ice and ties on head with scarf) I've been having a clumsy day today and nearly ran into three walls and two doorframes. Not to mention stubbed my toe about fives times, poor me. Anyway I wanted to let ya'll know that I'm a Beta up for grabs so if you have a story you need help with let me know! Also I posted a new poll about whether or not I should continue this story as a series or just leave it as a single. Let me know by voting! Thanks once more, REVIEW WITH CRITICISM!
Twilight's Oblivion, signing out!