"You do know that we were supposed to be there yesterday, right? We're late," Ed grumbled as he looked for Dumbledore.
Frankly, he had found the old man creepy, ever since they had first met. He still was skeptical about magic; as far as he was concerned it was just stupid. Why wave around a stick, of all things, to get what you need when you could use alchemy? Granted, magic supposedly 'surpassed' the law of equivalent exchange (a 'fact' which he highly doubted), but it was useless without a wand. Alchemy could be done anywhere, so long as you have something to write with. Which basically translates to anywhere because it is possible to use blood if you have nothing else to write with; a perfect example being Al's old blood seal. Unless you're a soul bonded to a suit of armor or something and have no blood. But that's beside the point.
Either way, magic was illogical. Take the summoning spell. Where the hell does the thing you've summoned come from? Did you just create it then and there? Or did it come from somewhere else? And where did the vanishing spell send it? Did it just disappear? Or did it go back to where you got it? Hadn't any of these so-called 'wizards' ever bothered to ask such questions? Apparently not, from what Ed could see.
"Quit complaining," Mustang ordered in irritation. Part of his irritation stemmed from the fact that his traveling companion was right; the other part being that the same aforementioned traveling companion would not stop complaining.
"Why the hell should I? You know as well as I do, Dad, that it's not my fault we're late. You're the one in charge, remember?" the younger alchemist retorted sarcastically.
He had just started calling Roy by the title of 'Dad' the month before. During the three month preparation period, he had stayed at Roy's apartment to adjust to living with him, seeing as they would have to share the quarters they were being given at Hogwarts. Since Roy was posing as a teacher, he got his own quarters and it only made sense for Edward to stay with his supposed father. None of the teachers, not even Dumbledore, knew that the two were not truly related; Fuhrer Grumman had intentionally omitted that piece of information when recommending the two to the old headmaster. Therefore, the two were hard-pressed to keep that secret looking as realistic as possible. Yet they were both surprised when Ed had called him 'Dad' and Roy had responded without a thought, but an even bigger shock had come when the younger Elric had picked up on the odd habit as well.
"Where is that old fart, anyway?" Mustang exclaimed, having no luck finding Dumbledore.