Author's note: I am really sorry it took so long! My mom has been banning me from the computer till I finished summer reading. I am also really sorry about the writing quality. I am like practically dead right now, but I got it done. I will be taking a small break for a while, but I have great ideas for this story. We are going to include some other characters, like everybody's friend Italy, and probably Germany while we are at it. I also have ideas for a magic club. I mean, Romania is awesome. Good stuff will come as soon as possible, but that might take a while. Bare with me!. Okay, thank you so so much for sticking with me. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Troll Blood and Cat Stealers

The sun was just peeking out the window when Arthur awoke. He was lying on his stomach on top of his new bed, a trickle of drool sliding down his chin to form a pool. He groaned, softly, feeling extremely tired, until he realized where he was. He pushed himself up, green eyes sparkling. It was his first day, and it was going to be amazing.

Noticing the soft snores in the background, he froze. It was still relatively early, maybe around six. He didn't want to get on a bad note with anybody here. They would be spending the year together. He moved quietly, cringing as his bed squeaked.

It was a fine bed, four poster bed, with a lovely sky blue silk covering. Beside it was a cream white dresser, thin, with a pitcher of water on top. He realized that the rest of the room was like this too, five identical beds with bedside tables. It was perfectly symmetrical, except for the small iron stove that heated the room. It was a lovely room.

He had the bed closest to the door, along with Kiku who was on the other side of the door. On his other side was Lukas, then the tall Berwald kid, and then the other Arthur didn't really know. It was a good thing the room was somewhat spacey, for Arthur had a feeling he would be quite claustrophobic.

Arthur was surprised to find that he was wearing his Pajamas, instead of his robes he had fallen asleep in. They were stripped, blue and bronze, and strange combination in Arthur's opinion. He must have really been out because he swore he did not put on these pajamas.

He was again surprised to find that the robes he had been wearing were neatly folded in his trunk. When he lifted it up, he was surprised to find it was lined with blue. He couldn't help but smile. He was in Ravenclaw and was going to work harder than ever. Along with his robes, a new scarf and mittens were added, blue and bronze, like the pajamas. Although he thought the color combination strange, he couldn't help but like the blue and bronze together. They worked well together.

He got dressed silently, folding his clothes on his bed when finished. As soon as he was finished, he heard the stirring of the others. It was almost time for breakfast, and he could hear the moaning of his stomach. He needed food, and he was guessing the others did too. He grabbed his wand from his trunk, and quietly walked out the door, giving his new classmates some space.

Never before had Arthur had such a delicious breakfast. There were potato slices, sausages, fried eggs, and every fruit imaginable. Even amongst the throngs of food, Arthur's eye was only on one thing. One thing that everybody else seemed to ignore. In front of him was a large basket of freshly made scones, buttered up to perfection.

He sat next to Lukas, who was oddly enough, eating toast with a thick layer of butter. It was rather disgusting, seeing 2 centimeters worth of butter sitting a top of toast. Arthur decided to ignore it, the best he could.

Schedules were handed out during breakfast. They were easy enough to understand, the one problem was the room numbers. Arthur was quickly learning that the wizarding world was a lot different from his own. One of the room numbers red. The room with the red doors next to Harold the Pure. Arthur took a minute to look at this, confused.

He left with Lukas and Kiku before breakfast was over, looking for said room. After about a half an hour of wandering around aimlessly, they reached it, but in between the door, and themselves was a strange looking man, floating and cackling.

He had a high-pitched voice, almost like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh dear, Peevesies sees some ichle fickle first years." He grinned mischievously. "What shall I do to them."

Arthur was about to scoff when the strange man disappeared into thin air. Arthur felt a swoosh around him, and all his books started tumbling out of his arms and floating in the sky. Cussing, he jumped as the man reappeared behind him. "Awe, this little first year's got a bad mouth." He started cackling again and started to swoosh around Lukas, but the blond boy wouldn't have it.

Taking his wand from his pocket, he pointed it at Peeves. "I have one of you at my house." His voice was soft and air like usual, but it sounded slightly threatening. "It's gone now, I don't want that to happen to you little Poltergeist."

The little man just chuckled and disappeared again. "Peevesies doesn't like this one, he is mean." Arthur felt the little man woosh by him invisibly going for Lukas, but when he was two feet away, he reappeared. Arthur thought this was on purpose, but it was soon apparent that the little man had not meant to do that, in fact, he couldn't get any closer.

Arthur watched the little man start to choke all a sudden, and buzz away, hands on hips. He pouted at Lukas, holding out his tongue. "Little first years got a tricksie I see. Humpf." He then buzzed off. "No fun."

Arthur watched him buzz away down the corridor, then went to pick up his fallen books. "What was that?"

Lukas hummed softly and knelt beside him, helping with his books. "That is a Poltergeist, we had one at our home, it made my brother cry, so I made a charm out of troll blood." He then pulled out an awful smelling locket from his neck and swirled it around his head. Arthur almost gagged. "The trolls are always protecting me." His voice was dreamy and sleep like as he talked, and he walked into the room, humming softly.

Arthur shared a glance with Kiku who looked just as confused. Lukas was definitely strange, that was for sure. Arthur was glad he had gotten rid of that thing, for he had a feeling no good came around the strange man.

They were the only three there on time, including the teacher who was a fat man with a fine gray mustache and a jolly grin. He was the last in the room, clutching his chest. He walked to the front of the room with a heavy gate and smiled at the class.

"Hello first years, I am Professor Slughorn." He smiled gaily before going into a long detailed history of himself, about how he knew the great Dumbledore, and how he had asked him to come to this school just to teach Harry Potter and blah blah blah. Arthur dozed off after a while, watching Lukas make strange drawings of trolls in the air with his wand. After about five minutes, only Kiku was listening tentatively, nodding excitedly.

Finally, half the class had gone by before he actually started talking to the students. "So, let's see who is in here today." He smiled almost greedily as he looked through the list. He then took his time, questioning every single student about their background. Nothing interesting happened until he finally got to Lukas.

His bushy eyebrows raised high into the air when he saw Lukas's last name, and he looked at the blond boy looking into space. "So, Lukas, is your father the Einar Bondevik, Headmaster at Durmstrang." Lukas just nodded and continued to look into space.

Slughorn's eyebrows floated even higher. "I didn't know he had a son, I used to know him, good man, fascinated with the dark arts."

Lukas looked down. "He liked trolls, or that is what my mom told me."

Slughorn smiled, "That is very true, he was obsessed with them, he found uses for every part of the troll, the hairs, the skin, the blood, the teeth. I like him, good man."

Lukas just nodded, and looked down again, looking slightly pale.

The rest of the class went by quickly, Lukas never looking up now. Arthur didn't understand a thing that was said between Lukas and Slughorn, but he felt it insensitive to ask. Lukas looked slightly upset about the whole ordeal like he didn't want to think about his father. Arthur was now curious, and he would look into this, but not now, for he had to go to herbology.

The professor was nice, with a scrappy outfit, and nice rosy cheeks. She introduced herself as Sprout and assigned them homework within the first eight minutes. Arthur found the subject captivating. Never had he imagined such strange plants. Some were constantly on fire, some could have a complete conversation with you, some could choke you to death, some could eat you alive. There were millions of plants to behold, and he had to write about one type tonight. When he got to lunch, he couldn't wait to do his homework.

Charms class was next, and it was far better than Arthur ever imagined. They attempted to learn a simple enchantment, one to make things fly. Not one in the room could even get the feather they were working with to twitch, except Edward who sneezed accidently. Flitwick was patient with them and assigned homework to practice the wand movements. Arthur didn't understand how swishing and flicking could be so hard, but the whole class was corrected multiple times on how to do it.

The last class of the day was transfiguration, by far the hardest. A young lady with soft brown hair and yellow eyes taught it. She was kind, but she had high expectations. The were expected to make a button larger, but the whole class failed. Lukas had some success, but instead of growing, it shrank. They had to write a three-page paper about the spell, and what they did wrong.

By the time Arthur got the dorms, he felt rather tired but pleased. Hogwarts was better than he had dreamed, and he wanted to live that day all over again. He worked on his homework in the airy room, humming and smiling slightly. He felt free, and content, until a certain french boy walked through the door, following a black-haired boy with glasses dreamily. Arthur watched him follow the boy in a trance, eyes soft and a small smile on his face. Arthur's frown deepened as the blond boy sat next to him, still staring at the boy.

"Oh hon hon. Isn't Roderich dreamy, So composed, so handsome." He watched the boy with his sharp blue eyes, seemingly unaware he was talking to Arthur of all people.

Arthur scoffed. "I don't give a damn about who you think is good looking, now let me work in peace."

Arthur felt a satisfactory feeling as the boy looked at him, surprised to see the green eyed boy with bushy eyebrows. "Oh, if it isn't the little English boy with the terrible attitude." He smirked as Arthur slammed his book shut, a scowl on his face.

"I do not have a terrible attitude, you are just a pain in my ass." He growled and stood, planning to work on his bed.

"Oh, and it looks like a terrible vocabulary too." He laughed as Arthur stormed off, holding his books close to his chest. He hated that stupid Frenchie, with his long blond hair, and his piercing eyes. Arthur wanted to punch him.

Arthur regretted going to his bed because Berwald was the only other in the room, and he was rather scary. His blue eyes watched Arthur like a hawk. Arthur felt himself tense up until he couldn't stand it anymore. The second he finished his homework, he almost ran from the room, leaving Berwald very confused. Berwald only wanted a friend.

He spent the hour till dinner wandering the castle, seeing his upperclassmen walk around, laughing, smiling, catching up with one another. He suddenly felt lonely. He didn't have any friends back at home, and he had no close connections here. Maybe he should go find Kiku or Lukas and do something fun. He was just about to walk back to the dorm when someone flew into him, knocking him into a nearby suit of armor, that pushed him off.

When he turned around to cuss at them, he found Alfred standing there, smiling at him. "Hey, it's you, Artie right." Arthur scowled. He did not want to deal with this guy right now, for he was almost as annoying as the Frenchie.

"What do you want Alfred?" Arthur sighed.

The boy just shrugged. "I was looking for Mattie, I haven't seen him today because we are in different houses."

Arthur then remembered Mattie. "Oh, I forgot about him." He smiled. "Yeah, I like Mattie."

Alfred suddenly looked like he had struck gold. "Hey, dude! You should totally look for him with me. You guys are friends."

Arthur wanted nothing more than to run away, but he felt kinda bad. He had forgotten about Mattie, and he was a good person. Regretting his words as he said them, he sighed. "Fine, but it better not take long, I was going to study."

Alfred looked pleased, "Thanks! bro, I am kinda lonely right now, Mathias is Hanging with Lukas again, and my other friend Toris is studying in the library with his friend, Feliks I think." He scrunched his eyebrows for a moment before continuing. "Let's go!"

Arthur rolled his eyes at Alfred as he took off, bouncing with each step. He was an odd character, smiling at everyone and shouting with every word. He was annoying, but yet slightly lovable, almost like a brother. Arthur shook his head at these thoughts. Alfred was an annoying idiot who probably couldn't tie his own shoes. Actually, the way he kept tripping on his feet made Arthur supposed he actually couldn't.

Although Alfred was loud, annoying, obnoxious, and very stupid, Arthur grew to like him. Through all the stupidity, he was really sweet at heart, even though he couldn't read the atmosphere, and was sometimes rather cocky and inconsiderate. Arthur found himself regretting his actions at first, but after a few minutes, the American grew on him, bringing in a kind of positivity that Arthur had never really experienced.

Even after a half an hour, Mattie was nowhere in sight. In fact, it was almost like he didn't exist. Multiple times, Arthur had to remind himself why he was with Alfred. It was strange how quickly Mattie escaped his mind. It even seemed at points that Alfred forgot what they were doing, but he soon remembered his own brother.

They were both about to give up when they came to a certain room. A certain room Arthur couldn't believe he hadn't been into yet. It was a grand library with hundreds of books, all stacked on shelves, almost about to topple. The lady at the desk was thin, watery eyes, and pointy, with a gray bun atop her head. She looked down at the pair as they entered, mostly Alfred. Mattie was sitting in a corner, reading a hefty book about transfiguration. Arthur left the two brothers alone to chat about their day as he

Arthur left the two brothers alone to chat about their day as he walked almost in a daze towards the shelves of books, carrying information he had never dreamed of. Books flew through the air like birds, some even losing pages. A broom swept past him, collection dust into a dust pan. Students were everywhere, studying at desks, lounging in chairs, being kicked out by the angry librarian who Arthur soon learned was called Madame Pince. Grabbing random books off shelves, he proceeded to the checkout, carrying more than his weight.

As he was struggling to leave, he came face to face with the brothers again. Mattie smiled, while Alfred laughed, staring at his handful of books. Arthur nodded at Maddie, and glared at Alfred, wanting to throw one at him. As he was leaving, he was surprised when Alfred called, "Yo, Artie, we should hang out sometime, dude!"

Arthur only glared, but he couldn't help but feel a little warmer inside.

Walking back to Ravenclaw tower was harder than Arthur expected. Books were heavy, and Arthur was as light as a feather, well, for his age. When he got to the bottom of the steps, encouraged by every kind painting in sight, he finally collapsed, books tumbling to the floor. He sat on the steps, catching his breath, and mourning for the next three hundred steps he still had to take. He was about to get up when a boy about a year older with rather nice hair containing a strange double curl walked up to him, a cat purring around his ankles.

"Hey, you." He sounded like he was about to fall asleep. "You own this cat right." He pulled Oliver out of his bag, his eyes drooping slightly.

Arthur was awestruck for a moment, staring at the purring white and orange cat like it had turned into a bat. He took a moment to think about how Oliver was purring in this kids arms when seconds ago, he had been stuffed in a leather bag. Arthur didn't want to know how many other cats were shoved in that thing.

"Wait a second," Arthur blurted. "What the bloody hell are you doing with my cat?"

The boy looked at him like he was an idiot. "I am making sure it is well cared for. Since I found this poor little thing sleeping on your bed unattended, I saved him." He blinked sleepily. "Now, I want custody over your cat so you don't kill it."

Arthur took a moment to breathe. It was bad enough he still had to climb to the top of the steps, but now he had to deal with a crazy cat stealer.

"First off, I fed Oliver this morning, and I was about to feed him again, he was sleeping on his own accord, so I think he was fine." He explained. "My question is, what the bloody hell were you doing in my room?!"

The boy didn't seem fazed. "I was checking on the cat situation of first years."

Arthur took Oliver back, holding him in his arms soothingly. "This is my cat you bloody wanker, so I won't give you bloody custody." He turned, and froze when he saw all the books he had to carry. Letting Oliver down, he face palmed. What was he going to do?

In the end, the boy got partial custody for Oliver, in exchange for carrying his books. Even though the boy looked lazy, he was stronger than he looked, and carried the books like it was eating. He hummed as they walked up the stairs, Arthur scowling. When they entered the common room, Arthur went to sulk in the corner, unaware he was sitting next to a rather snobby second year who loved to play the piano.

"Herkules got your cat, huh." The voice was sort of huffy and feminine, even though it was coming from a boy. He had glasses, a small mole below his lip, and dark hair with a strange cowlick.

Arthur only nodded, and went back to glaring, ashamed he was so weak.

The boy smiled. "He practically stole mine last year, we are dorm mates. He is a little strange if you ask me." He huffed. "But he is better than that demon douche Gilbert."

Arthur smirked at this. Glancing sideways, he asked. "What's your name?"

"Roderich Edelstein, second year." Arthur frowned slightly,

Arthur frowned slightly, remembering something. "Hey, that french pervert was talking about you earli-"

Roderich stopped him. "Don't talk about Francis around me, I hate that guy. I have to spend six more years sleeping in the same room as him."

Arthur smirked. "Never trust the french, that is what I always say."

Roderich laughed at that, starting a very pleasant conversation, only interrupted by the prospect of food. Arthur lost him in the mix of all the Ravenclaw students rushing to the dining hall, but he did strike upon Kiku, who happened to be talking to the boy from earlier, Herkules. Arthur decided it was best to surround himself around total strangers for dinner.

This worked better than expected because no one was talking to him. He was left eating fish and chips surrounded by fourth years that were too absorbed in their teenage endeavors. Feeling very awkward, Arthur left as soon as desert was cleared from the table, not wanting to hear anymore about cures for terrible acne.

It was only day one, but Arthur could barely keep his eyes open as he entered the dorm room. In a trance, he slipped into his pajamas, rolled into bed, feeling Oliver settle by his head, and close his eyes. He didn't even wake when his other four roommates entered the dorm, almost as tired as he was.