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Sheeva shook Joseph awake, and he blinked a few times, then sat up, startled, staring at her like she was evil incarnate.
"What the hell? You're dead!" He barked, pointing at her, the horror spread evenly across his face. The two men at the foot of his bed snickered, amused with his reactions. Sheeva shook her head and ignored his comment.
"You have been asleep for a day now. We need to bury the dead." She announced.
"Don't you mean we should be burying you?" He growled, draping his legs over the side of the bed, slowly standing up. He was trembling, and his muscles ached. He frowned in dismay as he found that he could no longer move his left arm.
"Damn. My arm's busted." He muttered, trying to wiggle his fingers. Thankfully, he could, but he still had to put it into a sling. He looked for his clothes, and saw that they were clean, neatly folded on a chair. He didn't notice until now that he was in hospital clothing, and to his surprise, they were actually comfortable.
He reached for his pants, and Sheeva backed off with an annoyed grunt and closed the curtain. Joseph smirked and got himself dressed, something that took nearly ten minutes, as one of his arm was wrapped in a sling and his back hurt immensely.
He drew back the curtain and grimaced at a twinge of pain that shot from his shoulder.
As Sheeva's statement sunk in, he sighed, remembering what had happened to Kalas and Artix.
"You're not dead?" He asked, reaching out to push her shoulder lightly, wondering if he was still seeing things. She shook her head. He shot her a grin.
"Well, good on you! Kalas and I…" He trailed off, remembering the events from the battle. They'd bet on whether or not she was going to survive, Kalas betting that she would, Joseph betting that she wouldn't.
"Oh, right." He silenced, and put his hand in his pocket. He walked past Sheeva, and merely nodded at the two men at the foot of the bed. He looked around, searching for Zakkari.
He turned to her, worried when he saw that Zakkari wasn't around. The look on his face voiced his confusion. Sheeva shook her head sadly.
"He is dead too. You are the only one left, Joseph." She muttered. He froze, and his face fell. His eyes widened, and his stomach tightened with guilt. He shook his head.
"You're kidding, right?" He asked, almost pleading as he looked in her eyes with his blue, almost tearing up. She shook her head again. He let his gaze fall to the floor, staring at his feet. He sat back down, the weight of the situation dawning on him.
It should have been me, dammit! Zakkari, you damn fool!
"The headmaster has given us permission to bury them on Hogwart's grounds. Artix will be left to… guard the door." Sheeva stated, setting a hand on his shoulder and shaking him. He looked up, his eyes clouded with the guilt and shame that he felt.
"Ok." He nodded. She turned back around, said something to her husbands, and together, they all walked through the school and to the grounds. Joseph couldn't help but gawk at the portraits, as well as the moving staircase.
It was raining when they stepped outside, and Sheeva paused at the door, where Artix's statue stood. She sighed, and continued on, picking up four shovels, handing two of them to her husbands, and one to Joseph. She gave him a look.
"Can you do it?" She asked. He sent her a glare and held back the shovel as she reached for it.
"Of course I can!" He snapped, limping off to the grounds. His eyes were filling with tears, and he didn't want them to see him cry.
With his good arm he dug the blade of the shovel into the softened ground, pressing it down with his heel. He grimaced as he scooped up the dirt, struggling to lift the shovel one-handed. He did it, though, moved the dirt to the side and dumped it.
He groaned. This was going to be more challenging than he'd thought.
"This." He grunted as he stabbed the dirt again.
"Really." He jerked the shovel back, scooping another shoveful of dirt.
"Hurts!" He barked, tossing the dirt aside. Sheeva nodded, and began to shovel too, creating a seven foot edge for Kalas' body, trying not to wince as her body hurt from the strain. Draco and Blaise started at the foot of the grave.
Silently, they dug, the rain pouring on them, washing their sweat away, making a muddy mess. Sheeva and Joseph waited while Draco and Blaise picked up Kalas' body, covered with a white sheet and carried it gently over to them. Sheeva sniffled. Joseph fought hard to keep from crying. He knew he would lose his control when they'd put Zakkari in the ground.
He'd been the youngest of them all, the least experienced with life. Hell, he hadn't even been with a woman. It was one of the things Joseph promised to do once they got back to Kadessa: get Zakkari shitfaced and send him on his merry way with a pretty woman.
It wasn't fair. Not to any of them. Considering their enemy, though, he had to admit, he was grateful he was alive. It wasn't something someone could boast about, surviving a demon attack. Speaking of surviving:
"I believe you now, Captain." He admitted, shifting to lean against the shovel. Sheeva looked at him, wondering what he was talking about.
"Believe me?" She asked. Joseph nodded solemnly.
"You really are immortal. You died out there, on the battlefield. Your kids went ballistic. We were going to help them when Zakkari knocked me out. Still don't understand why." Joseph muttered. Sheeva smiled, and moved to help Draco and Blaise set Kalas in the grave.
They set to digging Zakkari's grave while Draco and Blaise shoveled the dirt back into Kalas' grave, packing it down when they were done.
Joseph stopped Draco and Blaise as they brought Zakkari's body, reaching out a shaky hand for the sheet that covered his corpse. He hesitated, and took a deep breath. He still didn't know how it'd happened. Did he really want to?
He shook his head. Of course. It was worse imagining. If he could see it, it might be easier to deal with.
He lifted the sheet, and then set it back down, turning his head away, turning his back on them.
"Put him down." He muttered, standing at rest. They looked to Sheeva to translate what he'd said, and he barely heard her repeat his words. They nodded and lowered Zakkari's body into the ground. He didn't turn around for the remainder of the burial, trying not to think about it, trying his damndest to keep his anger and tears at bay.
Sheeva said something to her husbands, and they kissed her softly on the cheek, giving her a tight hug before leaving, giving the two their space. Sheeva stood beside him, staring off at the horizon. The last rays of daylight were disappearing over the mountains, and it reminded Joseph of home.
"I wanted to take him to a bar. Set him up with a woman. He told me, he'd never lost his virginity, said his family frowned upon his decision." Joseph muttered, not looking at Sheeva.
Sheeva nodded slowly. Joseph scoffed, and shook his head at his next thought.
"It should have been me. He was too young. I've known him since we were toddlers." Joseph continued. Sheeva shook her head.
"You are not much older than he was. It should not have been any of you. I… I blame myself." She whispered, sitting down. Joseph looked down at her, scowling.
"You blame yourself? For what? You didn't know that your husband was being controlled. How could you have?" He asked, trying to get her to see to reason. Sure, he was angry that their friends had died, but really, they were too naïve to believe that all of them would come out alive.
She chuckled to herself. Joseph was right.
She explained. Joseph broke his at rest stance, and sat down.
"He loved you, you know. He sent you away to keep you safe, because he valued your life far more than his own. I would do the same for my husbands, and for my children." She admitted. Joseph turned to her, shocked. Zakkari, loved him?
His mind went into overdrive, part of it chastising him for finding that he was somewhat alright with that. However, Joseph had always seen Zakkari as a brother, considering they'd grown up together as such.
Joseph frowned, and held his knees into his chest, leaning forward. What a horrible way to feel.
"You did nothing wrong. What happened, happened. You are alive now, and you should focus on that." She stated, standing up and brushing herself off. The dirt only smeared on her clothing and she sighed, giving up.
"When you are done here, come inside. We will need to find you a place to stay for a few days." She stated, setting a hand on his shoulder. He looked back at her, confused.
"Stay?" He asked.
She nodded.
"Kagure will be coming back to discuss something with me, and I would like to hear your opinion, Joseph Cowles. I have been here, you have been in Kadessa. We will be needing to work together for a while." She explained, taking a few steps away.
"Unless, you are still in your chauvinist mindset, and cannot stand working with a woman?" She taunted. Joseph flashed her a half-cocked grin.
"I'll stick around, to see what you can do, woman." He replied. She grinned and walked on. Joseph turned back to the hillside, enjoying the view and relaxing, mulling over what she'd said about Zakkari. How he'd miss his best friend…
He finally let his mask fall, tears falling from his eyes like waterfalls.
"God damn you, Zakkari!" He growled out, wrapping his arm around his knees and pulling them close. He spread his wings, and wrapped them around himself as well, something of a comfort for him. He couldn't imagine ever losing them, much less losing his best friend, and it'd happened.
Severus walked briskly into the library, catching the temporary librarian's eye, Mrs. Trelawney, their divination teacher. She smiled at him politely and pointed to the back, figuring that he'd be looking for Kathryn. He nodded in thanks, and dashed between the bookshelves.
He looked around at the back of the library, and saw her small frame curled up in a chair, nose in a book. He smirked. She looked so damn cute this way.
"Hey." He announced, walking up to her and sitting in the chair across from the table, where a mound of books lied. He picked one up, and examined the title: Medical Potions and Elixirs. He nodded to himself, and went to set it back down.
"Please make sure they're in the right pile. I haven't read those yet, but I'm going to. Mrs. Trelawney has agreed to allow me to take these back with me, even though they're not normally for rental." She announced as Severus went to set it on the left pile instead. He found himself smirking.
"Even with your head behind a book, you can still watch me?" He flirted. She blushed from behind the book.
"With the way you kissed me earlier, who can't?" She threw back, bookmarking her page and setting it down. He glanced at that title as well: Steele's Guide to Anatomy and Physiology. She really was determined.
He stood and kissed her forehead.
"Mom, Dad, and… Joseph, I think his name was, are going to bury their dead. I am planning on paying my respects." He said, letting his hand rest on the arm of her chair. She nodded, and stood, taking his hand and walking on.
"Let's go, then. We owe it to them." She agreed, grabbing her cloak and wrapping it around herself. Severus took her hand, and together, they walked out of the library and to the front door. They paused at the statue of Artix.
Kathryn and Severus' hearts fell, as they remembered how he'd shielded the attack aimed at Nayeli. Kathryn sighed, and pressed on, staring at the ground.
Sheeva was in the middle of the courtyard, picking up Dumbledore's fallen statue and repairing the chips in it.
"Mom." Severus stated, stopping in his tracks. She turned her head, and smiled sweetly, pausing to give them a hug.
"You should wait. Give Joseph some time to himself. How are you feeling?" She asked. Severus looked out past her shoulder, and saw the stranger, wings bared and wrapped around himself. It almost appeared as though he were crying. Severus couldn't judge.
"I'm really tired… Are you sure you're ok, Mom?" He asked. She smiled back at him, trying desperately to hide the pain behind her eyes. She forced herself to nod at her son.
"Yes. This is… nothing new." She stated, turning her attention back to the statue. Severus opened his mouth to retort, but thought better of it. He guised it as a yawn, which ended up happening anyway. For that he was thankful; it'd be more convincing.
"You should get some sleep. What day is it?" She asked, giving him a questioning look. Severus stopped for a minute, and then realized, she must not have had a calendar, or maybe their time was off, or something really bizarre that they couldn't explain.
"It's… Sunday, February 9th." He answered, and then snapped his eyes open, looking at Kathryn. Valentine's Day was around the corner. He mentally smacked himself, wondering how he could have forgotten. Then again, they were too focused on other things to remember.
Kathryn looked back at him, smiling and blushing, but then her smiled faded, and her expression was replaced with fear and dread.
"My trial's on Friday." She muttered, more of a realization. Sheeva arched an eyebrow.
"Your trial?" She asked. Severus chuckled nervously.
"We should go inside and get some tea. We have some things to catch up on, Mom." He blurted, grabbing their hands and heading in the direction of the castle dungeons. Sheeva wriggled her hand from his grasp and walked beside him, while Kathryn enjoyed the touch of his hand.
They walked into Draco, Blaise, and Sheeva's office, the warmth engulfing their chilling bones. Kathryn and Severus sat down on the couch, Kathryn's hands folded and in her lap. Severus crossed a leg over the other, leaning his head on his hand, propped against the arm of the couch. Sheeva sat down across from them, a stern look on her face.
"What happened, Kathryn?" She began. Draco and Blaise turned, and then looked at each other. They sat down in the empty chairs, sighing heavily.
"I… attacked the Madame, with an unforgivable curse." She admitted, her voice small. Her body tingled with fear and shame, and she twiddled her thumbs.
Sheeva arched an eyebrow, an amused look on her face.
"Oh, really?" She asked, chuckling slightly. Kathryn snapped her head up, slightly shocked.
"What? You're not mad?" She asked incredulously, trying to keep a straight face. She failed, and her mouth turned up in a small smirk. Sheeva shook her head no, to Kathryn's relief. Kathryn chuckled slightly, and looked to Draco, Blaise, and Severus.
"No, I am not. She deserved whatever you did to her. You did not… kill her, I hope?" She asked. Kathryn shook her head.
"I used the Cruciatus, ma'am. I… don't think I could ever kill someone, not even her. Even if she does deserve death. I don't want that on my conscience." She muttered shyly, biting her lip. Severus held back a smirk as he eyed her. These moments were incredibly cute, and they did nothing to keep his urges at bay. He was thankful that he had one leg crossed over the other. He averted his gaze, examining the family photo to keep his mind off of things.
"It is easier than you would think. Especially when you fight to protect those you love." Sheeva stated. Kathryn's eyebrows raised, again stunned by this statement.
Draco smirked.
"Don't say that in your trial though, that's not a way to win the jury over." He laughed. Kathryn's stomach dropped.
"I…I don't know what to do. I don't know what to expect." She muttered, scared. She gripped the hem of her skirt, staring at the table, the fear on her face like a beacon. Severus took her hand gently and gave it a light squeeze.
"Draco and I can help you. We've… been." Blaise offered. Kathryn looked up and nodded thankfully at him. Sheeva uncrossed her arms, still mulling the situation over. She glanced at Draco, holding back a smirk as she watched him ruffle his platinum blonde hair. Her fingers itched to run them through it, as it had been far too long. She cleared her throat, and turned her attention back to Kathryn.
"It is good that you are living in times like these. If this were thousands of years ago, you would be burned at the stake, or hung. Beheaded. Stoned to death." Sheeva smirked, enjoying riling Kathryn up, watching her shrink at every death sentence.
"My personal favorite? Being dragged naked through the streets to the gallows. Nothing quite like public… humiliation." She whispered with a glint in her eye. Severus gave his mother a look, asking her to back off. Draco and Blaise smirked, as they noticed the glint. It was one that she got when incredibly horny, which hadn't been often, these days.
"What are we going to do about Nayeli?" Kathryn asked suddenly. Sheeva gave Kathryn a cold stare as she thought about it, her mood shifting to something dark.
"Whatever we can." She said shortly, taking a deep breath and placing her fingers over her lips, contemplating. Kathryn sighed, and nodded.
"I was hoping that there was something that you could do. What about someone from Ka—
-no. They cannot fix it. It is my technique. Only I understand how it works… it should have been fatal. However… her spirit has been separated from her body. I do not know where it is. Perhaps it is trapped in Balthazar's corpse. Perhaps it is lost in this universe. Perhaps, it is lost in the Void." Sheeva mused, avoiding eye contact. She crossed one leg over the other, tapping her foot.
"The Void?" Draco and Blaise asked. She'd never talked about this one.
"The interstitial space between this world and theirs." She explained. She chuckled slightly, some light coming to her expression.
"It is funny, I told them I was… human. Or, as close to human as I could be. Joseph was pissed. Artix and Kalas seemed to accept it. Zakkari, I will not know." She admitted, shaking her head slowly.
They remained silent for a few minutes, casting glances between one another. Sheeva saw the way that Severus held Kathryn's hand, and smiled to herself. They were a cute couple, but she sensed that there was something deep between the two. She was shy, withdrawn. He was open, outgoing. She had brains. He had brawn.
The clock chimed, and it brought her out of her thoughts. It was six. The dinner hall would be filling up soon. She looked up, and then stood.
"I forgot about Cowles. I am going to go get him, and bring him in. He will have to stay here for a few days. Severus, can he share a room with you?" Severus looked up at his mother, trying to keep a straight face. Kathryn had visited him last night, unable to sleep due to the fact that she missed Nayeli, and didn't feel comfortable. Not wanting to disappoint his mother, he nodded slowly.
"I need his guidance. Kagure wants to keep the portal that brought us here open. I think it is a crazy, foolish idea. I have been trying to keep these two worlds separate for too long for someone to destroy it all like that." She blurted, grabbing a shawl. She sighed, happy that she could feel it in her hands again. She slowed, and stopped at the door.
Severus noticed her hesitance, and stood. He walked up to her and gave her a tight hug.
"I'm glad you're back, Mom. We were so worried." He whispered. She smiled, and hugged him back, placing a kiss on his cheek. She broke away, and headed out of the door.
She walked back out into the rain, upset to find that Joseph was still sitting there, his head rested on his knees, hugging himself with his wings.
"Joseph, come inside. We have dinner waiting for us. That and, you will get sick if you sit out here like this." She announced behind him, making him jump slightly.
He sighed, and stood, following her in. His long red hair was dripping, hanging down. His clothes were soaked. He hesitated at the door, trying not to look at Artix's statue, still sore.
It would take some getting used to, not having the same people to converse with. He looked around at the students, who were staring back at him, amazed, whispering amongst themselves.
"What are they saying, Sheeva?" He asked. She listened in on their conversations, and chuckled.
"They are calling you an Aengel. It is your wings that makes them think so. You should hide your wings." She explained. He focused, and withdrew them, the strange retracting feeling something foreign to his muscles. He heard the squishing of his shoes as he took a few steps forward, and stopped.
"I should find something dry before I go eat. This is… embarrassing." He muttered, fighting the blush that spread across his cheeks. Severus and Kathryn walked up the steps, and smiled, walking over to them. Upon seeing his sopping wet state, the young girl took out her wand and waved it, saying something that Joseph didn't understand.
A warm glow spread from his head to his toes, and his clothes were dry in an instant. His hair lifted, no longer weighted down by the rain, and he reached up to touch it, shocked. From this viewpoint, Kadessian magic had nothing on human's magic.
"Gatou." He nodded in thanks. The smell of delicious food wafted to his nose and he turned to the source, his mouth watering. His stomach growled loudly, and he winced. The young girl and Sheeva's son chuckled, saying something to their mother and walking away. Joseph smirked to mask his blush. He was sure he heard a girl in the distance swooning over the drop-dead smirk, which made him smirk even more, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
"Are all the girls here boy-crazy? It's going to be annoying." He asked, stuffing his hand into his coat pocket and walking into the hall, following the students. Sheeva caught up with him, and shrugged.
"Some of them, yes. It is the hair. Not very often you find a man with fire-red hair and a smirk like yours. Be careful. The women will eat you up if you let them." She stated. When she saw his look of horror, she smirked, and winked at her husbands.
"They're cannibals?" He asked, pausing for a moment in the middle aisle of the grand hall. Sheeva laughed aloud, the light laughter lifting the spirits of those who heard it.
She led him to a table at the back of the room, and sat him down across from a bushy-haired woman with brown eyes and the dark-skinned husband. The platinum blonde was at Sheeva's right, the dark-skinned man at her left.
"Hermione Potter, Blaise Zabini, and Draco Malfoy." She explained, pointing at them as she said their names. Hermione gave him a small smile and waved, her bushy hair swaying as she did so. She then reached out her hand for him to shake it, and he stared at it, shocked.
She withdrew it shyly, fearing that she'd offended him. Sheeva pressed her lips together and took a breath.
She said something to Hermione, and Hermione muttered an "Oh", and slunk back in her seat.
"Why did she offer to shake my hand? Are males and females equal?" Joseph asked Sheeva. Sheeva took a drink of her pumpkin juice and nodded.
"Yes, they are. I told her that where you come from, they are not. I will be giving you a crash course on our customs. It will not kill you to shake her hand, Joseph. It is just a way of introductions." She said. Joseph nodded, and went to reach out his left hand for her to shake it, but grimaced as another pain shot through his shoulder.
Involuntarily, he reached up with his right and went to touch it, but froze his arm halfway through. Instead, he forced it out for her to shake.
He muttered an apology, and she took it and shook it gratefully.
"Joseph Cowles." He introduced himself fully. Sheeva seemed to relax, and nodded her head at him in approval. He shook Blaise and Draco's hand as well, and then went to shovel food onto his plate, his stomach unable to wait any longer.
He'd barely finished a bite before Draco tapped him lightly, pointing to the person behind him. He swallowed the bite and wiped his mouth with a napkin, turning to pay attention. Sheeva began to translate.
"Good evening. Due to the…bizarre incident yesterday morning, there are a few things that I would like to discuss with you. We have a new person joining us for a few days. Please welcome Joseph Cowles. He is here as an… ambassador, if you will." She translated. The man in the blue robes turned to him and smiled.
"Stand up, Cowles. Do not look so shocked." Sheeva ordered. Shakily, Joseph stood and walked up to the man. Sheeva stood and followed, figuring that she'd need to translate, as well as explain a few things.
She exchanged words with the man, who nodded.
"He is from a foreign land, so please be courteous, and help him out. He does not yet know any English, so Sheeva will be accompanying him until he can learn enough to converse with you." She translated. Joseph looked at her, shocked. This was the plan she'd come up with for his identity? An ambassador from a foreign land? He shook his head. He'd just have to trust her for the time being.
"The third room in the back of the library is still off-limits, and students are not to walk beyond the stone bridge unless accompanied by a teacher, Miss Sheeva, or Mr. Cowles." Sheeva stated. She shot the man a warning look, muttering something.
"There is fallout from the… battle that took place yesterday morning, and we fear that nature may be a bit unstable from the incident." The man said. Sheeva smirked as she translated. It was a good cover. The man in the blue robes turned and nodded at them, dismissing them.
Joseph turned on his heel and caught another sound of a girl giggling, and he rolled his eyes, annoyed. His eyes widened as he remembered what Sheeva had said about the girls being cannibals. He hurriedly sat down, and caught her eye.
"Hey, please tell me you were joking about the cannibals." He asked, worried. She shot him a smirk.
"Why? Worried?" She asked. He sent her a glare as she began to laugh, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course she'd been joking with him. He picked up his fork and stabbed a few strange green sticks with flowery looking heads.
"That is asparagus. It is really good with a little Hollandaise sauce." Sheeva commented, pointing at a creamy orange sauce in a dipper. He spooned a little bit of it on his plate, dipped them, and took a bite. It was an explosion in his mouth. He smirked.
"This is pretty good." He muttered, going crazy.
Draco laughed.
"Watching him eat is like watching Severus eat. When was the last time you both ate?" Draco asked. Sheeva paused, thinking for a minute. To be honest, she couldn't remember. She ignored the frowns of her husbands and Hermione.
"Joseph. When was the last time we ate? You were out for a day. I was out for half of one. Maybe two hours, I do not know." She asked. Joseph paused, and took a drink of whatever was in the goblet. He sighed, as it was cold, refreshing, and sweet, like pumpkins.
He thought for a minute, too.
"I think it was before… we interrogated Audis Adi." He answered, cutting into something that resembled cluckatrice meat. She blinked, stunned.
"I would have to say two days, minimum. Maybe even three. We were so jumbled with nerves that we… just could not eat." Sheeva told Blaise and Draco. Hermione frowned.
"That's not good for you, you know." She reprimanded. Sheeva nodded slowly.
"I understand. However… imagine, going to war with your… long dead husband…and having…" She muttered, her expression going dark as she picked at her food, her appetite gone. Joseph noticed, and set down his fork.
"Captain." He stated, catching her attention. She blinked, a cold stare in her eyes. It scared him, how quickly she could change her mood. By the looks of it, she was thinking about the fight.
"Eat your food. You've got to be starving." He demanded. She looked back down at her plate, continuing to push around the "cluckatrice" meat.
"Unless, you're trying to look like a pathetic woman?" He smirked, chiding her. She sent him a glare, and forced a bite in her mouth.
"Chauvanist arrogant boy." She muttered in Kadessian, and then in English. Blaise looked at him, quirking an eyebrow. He didn't know what he'd said, but at least he'd gotten her to eat. Joseph and Blaise exchanged glances, and Joseph nodded at him, going back to his meal.
"I am going to teach you English, starting tomorrow. I will be teaching my family Kadessian, so that they will be able to help you out even more if I am not there." Sheeva stated. Joseph smiled and nodded.
"Gatou, Captain." He thanked her, and went back to eating. He ate his fill, sighing happily at the fact that he had a full belly.
"I made arrangements with Severus for you to share his room. You'll follow him to the dungeons after dinner." She announced, finishing her pumpkin juice and standing. Joseph stood too, looking around for Sheeva's son. He was sitting at a table decorated with green and silver cloths. He looked at the other three tables: blue and white, black and yellow, and red and gold. He saw Severus' girlfriend sitting at the red and gold table.
"What do the colors stand for?" He asked. Sheeva stood next to him and pointed at each one.
"Slytherin is the green and silver. Hufflepuff is the black and yellow. Raveclaw is the white and blue. Gryffindor is gold and red. They are the four houses of Hogwarts. Hogwarts is the name of this school." She explained. Joseph looked back and forth between the tables.
"Your son is ok with seeing someone from another house?" He asked, somewhat amazed.
Sheeva chuckled.
"Humans are not as strict as Kadessians are. You will find that out soon enough. You must be exhausted. Go find Severus. Just… examine things right now. You will learn." She stated. Joseph nodded and walked over to the "Slytherin" table, and meekly walked up to Severus, muttering a "hello" in Kadessian.
"Hi." Severus replied, moving over so that Joseph could sit down. Not wanting to offend, Joseph did so, nodding gratefully.
"So, my mother said that you and I are going to be sharing a room. Cool, I guess." Severus started. When Joseph gave him a look, Severus mentally smacked himself.
"That's right. You can't understand me." He muttered, turning back to his plate. Joseph looked at someone that was staring back at him, and it was somewhat annoying. At least it wasn't an ogling girl. Severus kicked the boy from underneath the table, and the boy winced, reaching down to hold his shin in pain. The woman next to his giggled.
"Sorry, Gary's not used to…" She trailed off, trying to remind herself that he couldn't understand them. She pointed to Joseph's hair, and gave a thumbs-up. Joseph smirked. That was something that he did understand. He gave a thumbs up to show he understood.
Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad, after all.
I hope you all enjoyed this! have a great day! :D