Chapter Three – The Broom, The Cloak, and the Alchemist

Playing with Fire

Shortly before Halloween, Wrath suddenly felt the urge to bang his head up against a wall. Somehow, in both his not-glee (because he didn't do glee) and in the chaos that followed the arrival of his fellows, he had completely forgotten about the Philosopher's Stone now hidden in the depths of the castle. Snarling silently at his complete idiocy and unknowingly scaring a group of second years, Wrath stormed off to his office.

In the next few days, the Sins saw a rapid increase in the number of month-long detentions they received from an irate Wrath for such things being in his presence and looking in his direction, no matter that they were always given while they were in class with him. Of course, after he stormed off to go bother his other students, the Sins would share a smirk. After all, Wrath's 'anger' was a sure sign something interesting was going to happen.

In fact, the next few weeks would see a dramatic decrease in the amount of pranks wreaking havoc on the school, as the Sins were constructing a plan to grab the Stone. And immediately after retrieving it, the Sins lengthened the reprieve in their joy. Surprisingly, or maybe not, no one would ever realize that the real stone was taken, as Dumbledore was fooled by the fake, and Quirrel destroyed it in his attempts to retrieve it.

Hiding in Plain Sight

Dumbledore was in a quandary. Technically, Harry deserved to have this memento of his father returned to him. On the other hand, Harry was a Slytherin. After waffling for a few minutes, Dumbledore finally decided to give Harry the cloak, as he was making friends with those outside his house, even making friends with a Muggleborn!

Envy, on the other hand, was quite annoyed that the old codger had anything that was rightfully his. However, Envy decided to temporarily put off murdering the geezer, as he had just been given the single most awesomest object ever, in all the history of prankdom. Which was a truth that all of the Sins could agree wholeheartedly with.

Up in the Air

The wizarding version of flight was not something that agreed with the Sins. This was largely tied to the fact that it felt highly unnatural to trust a cleaning implement to keep them up in the air. Despite this, they all share a mutual love of Quidditch, and are willing to put up with riding a cleaning implement to play. Of course, they also each have a favorite position.

Sloth, unsurprisingly, is best suited for Beater, along with the little more surprising Gluttony. Sloth, of course, still has his immense strength, and Gluttony has discovered a love of beating things over the head – be it with her intelligence or a staff.

Pride is the perfect Keeper, as he takes it quite personally, almost as if it were a slight against his own pride, should a Catcher so much as think that they could get a Quaffle past him.

The Greeds and Lust, however, take it as a personal affront if anyonebut them scores, which not only makes they some of the best Chasers the world has ever seen, but also that Pride only rarely has to worry about anyone else having the Quaffle.

Envy, however, beat them all as the fastest and most single-minded Seeker, ever. Largely due to his love of speed, and his ability to shift his weight in his favor as needed, Envy was absolutely devastating on the Pitch. In fact, the majority of his opponents were left feeling like he had been toying with them rather than playing.

Wrath, however, just wondered how the others would react if he asked them to become an official team – with him as the manager.

AN: Well, here is the next chapter! I am dedicating this to zanthian123, because you gave me the best idea for the first section. And for everybody else, I hope that this doesn't disappoint!

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~Sayanora!

PS: Here's an Omake for you, my faithful readers!

Omake – Father

Elsewhere, deep within a cold dark prison, surrounded by several feet of cold concrete and wards thick enough to be walls, a man woke up. He wasn't sure what awoke him, because he was alone, and his children were dead and gone, so far gone.

Or were they?

Turning inward, he saw, in a dark corner of his mind, covered with dust and spiderwebs from disuse and inattention, a sevenfold connection had lit up and begun to glow. A sevenfold connection that went straight to his children, his sins.

And deep in that dark prison, Gellert Grindlewald laughed in maniacal joy.