Fem Edna Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) ends up in Night Raven. The pairing is firmly Edna/Idia in this one.
Vil honestly never expected that his third year at Night Raven would begin in such an infuriating manner. First had been the entrance ceremony debacle. It wasn't enough for that familiar to break into the ceremony and cause such a ruckus, but the fact that one of the new students in the coffins was a female who spoke a nearly extinct dialect had thrown everyone for a loop.
She had a fiery temper on par with the housewarden of Heartsabyl himself. What's more, her clothing and the scrapes she had on her indicated she had just come out of a rather nasty fight.
It was fortunate Vil recognized the dialect, even if he was only passably fluent.
Vil allowed himself to groan in annoyance and frustration at the memory of how quick Crowley was to dump the entire headache on him because he was the only one who could translate and because the mirror had sorted her into his dorm.
At least this 'Edna' was willing to be reasonable, and...this was the part he was extremely grateful for a the moment...more inclined to punch anyone who attempted to flirt with her rather than flirt back.
He could just tell his headache would not be going anyway anytime soon. Especially since Professor Crewel needed a few days to brew a translation potion. Translation spells were available, but needed to be recast so often that it wasn't worth it. A potion was a one-time thing and allowed her to absorb the language naturally over the course of a month.
In the meantime he had to insure none of his own got any ideas since there was now a girl living with them for the foreseeable future.
Rook was helping her get her single room sorted out, with the understanding that she was not to invite any of the other students to her room. From the look on Edna's face after he said that, Vil suspected that would be the least of his worries.
It was such a mess.
It had been a week, and while Edna's presence was indeed a headache, it was thankfully not as bad as he originally thought.
She had a temper, yes, but the others quickly learned not to bring up the subject of her height. Ever.
She was also highly resistant to most casual forms of flirting, and had earned the respect of the Savanaclaw dorm within the first three days after one particularly dense cat-beastkin had attempted to test the waters only to have two of his teeth knocked out from the punch she gave him.
Leona, rather than be annoyed by this had merely laughed at the scene. To be fair, most people from the Sunset Savanna knew better than to piss off a female who had such an obvious "Alpha" scent on her.
Vil was just grateful that the translation potion was so easy to make. Having to be her interpreter until she learned the language naturally would have been a nightmare on his schedule.
That being said he could have done without the...stray...she brought back to the dorms. Considering the circumstances, he could learn to ignore the fact she had picked up such an ill-mannered familiar as her emotional support animal.
At least the thing could talk the local language and was able to understand basic commands.
Two weeks later...
Vil stared Edna and her new familiar down with an annoyed look.
"Explain why the Housewarden of Heartsabyl sent an apology letter directed to you," he demanded.
Edna stared him down, but he wasn't backing off.
"Ace managed to anger his housewarden less than a week in. I agreed to act as a neutral third party, but the second I met Riddle I could tell that he had a bad fever and the stress Ace caused was only making it worse," said Edna carefully. "I had to talk him into visiting the nurse rather than continue beheading his house over minor infractions caused by the freshmen."
"And the apology letter?" said Vil, his ire cooling just a bit.
"That was mostly because his vice housewarden had the bright idea to tell Ace how Riddle became housewarden in his first week, and I was caught in the middle of it," said Edna. "The nurse said something about him nearly going into Overblot when I brought Riddle in, because he still hadn't recovered from his fever and only took the minimal amount of medicine to combat it."
It was fairly clear from her tone that Edna was now very pissed off with Trey for that stunt. He was currently on thin ice with his housewarden.
It was only because Edna had spoken up and slapped Ace before things escalated that kept Riddle's magic from tipping over into a full Overblot...which considering they were in the middle of a maze during a mandatory party for a very full dorm would have been an utter disaster on so many levels.
Cater had helped Riddle back to the infirmary, and the second the nurse scanned Riddle he had been put on mandatory bed rest and restricted magic use for two weeks.
Riddle felt guilty because Edna had been dragged into the dorm's private matters, hence the letter.
It did not surprise anyone that Edna and Riddle 'clicked' and became almost immediate best friends. Sure, she might flout the rules a bit, but she wasn't a member of his dorm and she understood the headaches of being looked down upon because of her height. Besides, she found the dorm rules interesting and Riddle was all too happy to elaborate on them. It had the odd side effect of calming his fiery temper down.
Vil sighed.
"In any case we need to take your measurements. Using magic to make your clothes fit isn't doing you any favors."
Edna bristled at that.
"What do you mean, take my measurements?"
Vil gave her a flat look.
"Pomefiore has standards to keep, and from what I can tell, you were brought here with only the clothes on your back. If you're going to be a member of this dorm properly, that means having a few outfits beyond the ones provided by the school. Fortunately for you, I have people willing to source a few 'extras' in exchange for modeling...including women's undergarments."
Vil had no problem doing a bit of extra modeling work if it meant he didn't have to help the girl shop for basic undergarments. At the very least he could tell at a glance that whatever bra she was wearing wasn't giving her any proper support. It had been awkward enough sending her to Professor Trien so she knew where to get the monthly supplies.
Edna was clearly uncomfortable with this, but Vil didn't care. It had to be done sooner rather than later, and putting it off wasn't going to help anyone.
The things he put up with as the housewarden of Pomefiore.
In order to at least give her some modicum of privacy, Vil took her to a side room and brought out some measuring tape. He knew the basic gist of taking measurements, as he had it done to him most of his life.
So he was rather taken aback when he saw the odd metallic sheen Edna had on her entire right arm and half her left leg. Closer inspection revealed it to be actual metal that was polished, though not recently.
"What in the name of the Seven?" he said baffled.
He was rather horrified to discover the plating on her shoulder that connected the metallic arm, as well as the one attached to her knee on the left leg.
"It's automail," said Edna unconcerned. "Full steel prosthetic limbs."
Vil stared at her for several seconds. He did his best not to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Are you telling me you're a double amputee and didn't think to mention it?"
"And? They're fairly common where I live, though my set is custom made and less bulky," said Edna.
Automail really wasn't that uncommon, though Winry always bemoaned at the way she treated her creations.
Vil forcibly reminded himself of the task at hand, though his respect for Edna went up a bit. Any surgery to attach such advanced prosthetic limbs had to have been painful, and he highly doubted Edna had been given any anesthetic, since it would have dulled the reactions and likely resulted in a bad connection.
At least now he knew why Edna had been sorted into Pomefiore before any other dorm...the sheer tenacity to go through such a thing at a young age was staggering. She was barely sixteen after all.
With the measurements taken, Vil addressed another issue. As the lone female, Edna had been given a private stall in the Pomefiore bathroom, mostly to prevent tomfoolery. Vil had looked inside once to insure she was taking proper care of it and not leaving things a mess, and had been rather surprised to only see a single bar of soap inside.
"Edna...what exactly is the beauty routine you go through?" he asked seriously.
He had noticed her hair was rather stiff, and not as shiny as it should be. Her skin was also very rough, and it was fairly obvious she hadn't been using the proper moisturizers. The less said about the state of her nails, the better.
"Beauty routine?" said Edna, utterly confused. "I just use soap and water when I wash."
Vil's face became aghast at that.
"You and I are going to have a very long, serious talk about proper maintenance," he said firmly. "I refuse to let you neglect your appearance like this another day!"
It was a good thing he always had such a large stockpile of beauty products.
Later
"What happened to you?" asked Ace bewildered.
"Hurricane Vil happened," deadpanned Edna. She looked exhausted.
"I was wondering when he'd snap," commented Cater. "Especially since you're part of his dorm and all."
Ace, Deuce and Grim looked to him. Cater grinned.
"He had the most appalled look on his face when he found out the most I do was use basic soap and water," said Edna with a groan. "So what if my hair wasn't shiny...it was still clean!"
"Vil's a professional model," explained Cater.
"A what?" said Edna confused.
The boys all stared at her.
"A model? You know, someone who makes a living showing off products and clothes to encourage others to spend large sums of money to buy them to make themselves look better?" said Cater slowly.
Edna looked utterly baffled at this concept.
"Seriously? Why?"
"People like to look at pretty things...including other people," shrugged Cater. "Anyway since Vil is the head of the dorm, I'm not surprised he was unhappy with those split ends you had. It was pretty clear you didn't have the first clue about basic beauty maintenance."
Vil had been very thorough in revamping Edna's look, even if it was the most basic of basic things. He had made a very stringent list of a proper beauty routine, starting with what products to use first in the bathrooms. His expression made it clear he expected her to follow it to the letter.
She had noticed her hair was a lot easier to brush through after using that 'conditioner' stuff, and that her hair wasn't as stiff or dirty. The moisturizer stuff felt really, really weird but not in a bad way. Though she did wear gloves since she wasn't sure what that stuff would do to her automail.
Vil had also written down a basic shaving spell...Edna was a bit embarrassed to learn that women in this place were generally expected to keep their arms and legs clean shaven.
Honestly she never saw the point, since razors always looked ridiculously complicated to her.
In short it was all downright exhausting, but he was doing her a huge favor and she had noticed that the other people in her dorm were equally well kept. She didn't want to feel like a total outcast by looking like a backwater hick when she was already singled out for being the lone female in the dorm. Even Epel, who hated all the frilly stuff Vil had imposed on him, had acquiesced to the idea and did a basic beauty routine.
If the Colonel or her friends could see her now...well, they'd likely laugh themselves sick at the idea of Edna ever looking like a proper "lady". Even Winry didn't bother with half this crap, as far as she knew.
