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batsutousai
Beta:tsuki_no_suzu
Rating: PG-13?
Pairings: undecided, but most likely some form of SLASH
Warnings: OCs, OoC
Summary: The war is coming too quickly for comfort and Harry wonders if it isn't time for him to find a school that will actually teach him what he needs to learn to defeat Voldemort.
Disclaim Her: I spent over an hour trying to find out if the British Monopoly pieces were different from the American pieces. Never did find out for sure, mind, but now I know a lot of random Monopoly trivia.
A/N: This chapter was.... difficult to write. I wanted to build relationships, but they were hard to write. (Perhaps because I am not a social person, myself?)
Also, since everyone seemed confused by this: HOGWARTS HASN'T STARTED YET!
WaD starts a month before Hogwarts.
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Chapter Four – Socialising
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Sunday found Harry and Arcturus in the greenhouses again, while Jacob borrowed Harry's broom and took it for a spin in the woods. He had informed Harry exactly how jealous he was that Harry had a Firebolt, so Harry had told him he could ride it on the weekends, if he really wanted. Arcturus had shaken his head at the two of them; he, like Neville, disliked flying.
After a couple of hours, Jacob came and dragged them out of their respective greenhouses; Harry preferred the muggle plants, while Arcturus enjoyed taking care of wizarding ones. He led them inside to the common room and cajoled them into a game of British Rails, where he soundly whooped their bums. Arcturus then challenged Jacob to a game of Exploding Snap, which Harry watched from the sidelines and laughed when Jacob lost miserably.
While Jacob went to go clean his face and hands, Harry and Arcturus took over the wizarding chess board from Smith and Gaunt and played a really bad game. When Jacob returned, he found his two friends being helped by their two professors. Harry was winning, marginally, because Gaunt was helping him. Smith seemed to like watching the pieces murder each other too much to keep Arcturus completely out of trouble.
"It's a wonder you don't lose more often when you're actually playing, John," Gaunt commented as Harry directed one of his rooks to murder Arcturus' remaining knight.
"But they can't play, anyway," Smith commented with a grin. "So it's okay. When I play, I want to win. This is just fun."
"Hey!" Arcturus complained, directing a pawn towards Harry's waiting knight, which then crushed it. "You know, I'm never listening to you again, Professor Smith."
Smith laughed. "Probably wise," he agreed.
"Yeah, don't listen to him in Potions, either," Jacob chimed in, sitting on the other side of the table from the two professors. "I wouldn't do that, by the way, Arcturus," he added as Arcturus moved to sacrifice another pawn.
"You know," Harry mused, "I've never won chess before. Always got my ar– sorry, professors, my bum handed to me."
"Oh, don't mind us," Gaunt said cheerfully. "We're just part of the furniture. Move your queen. Check."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're the one really playing this game," Smith commented off-handedly.
"He is," Harry assured the mad professor. "I'm just the one sitting behind the table, telling the pieces to move."
"No wonder you're winning," Arcturus muttered, then sent forth a rook to be slaughtered.
"But doesn't it feel wonderful?" Gaunt asked.
"Brilliant," Harry assured him. "Checkmate. Oh, I've always wanted to say that."
"You really haven't won before, have you?" Jacob asked, half-joking.
"Because you never played Nev, I'm sure," Arcturus commented, standing. "Monopoly?"
"You know the name of a muggle game?" Jacob asked, eyes wide.
"Shut up," Arcturus replied, pulling the game out from the middle of the pile.
Harry rolled his eyes, then turned to their professors, who were watching them with smiles. "Want to play?"
Gaunt glanced at Arcturus and Jacob, who both shrugged their okay, and nodded. "I wouldn't mind, I suppose. Haven't played it in years. John?"
Smith's eyes sparkled. "Ooh, I haven't played Monopoly since 1935, when it was released in America."
"Riiiight..." Jacob gave his young-looking professor an odd look while Harry and Arcturus set the board up. "And you're really sixty-some-odd years old."
Smith smiled widely. "Oh, much older than that."
Gaunt sighed. "John, stop confusing the children."
Smith just grinned all the wider and joined Harry and Arcturus at the board.
After a quiet discussion among the three students, they elected Gaunt to be the banker. Gaunt snagged the top hat before anyone else could even consider the pewter pieces, and Smith grabbed for the shoe, which Harry got to first with a grin, so he picked the dog instead. Arcturus claimed the wheelbarrow and Jacob, rolling his eyes at the lot of them, grabbed the battleship. While they played, the students chattered about stuff and tried to draw their professors in.
"Arcturus," Harry inquired, "is it true what Neville said once? Did your family really almost kill him to make his magic surface?"
Arcturus blinked in surprise, then looked rather sheepish when the other players looked at the two oddly. "Yeah. My grandfather dropped him out the window at one point. It was a lot worse when we were little; he almost drowned at one point, and there was an incident with the Floo malfunctioning that I'm not sure I completely understand..." He sighed. "I was performing accidental magic practically as soon as I was out of the crib. Neville, for some reason, didn't. So they kept testing him. I think Aunt Augusta, his gran, didn't really approve, but she never tried to stop them."
"I wasn't aware abuse like that was likely in a magical family," Gaunt commented off-handedly.
Harry blinked a bit at the burn in his scar, but ignored it in lieu of rolling the dice and moving his way to King's Cross Station. "Professor Gaunt?" He handed the man his £200 and got his paid-for railroad.
"Only, I think, when there's a chance a child might be a squib," Arcturus replied. "If he'd performed accidental magic at an 'acceptable age', they never would have tried any of that on him."
"It's barbaric," Jacob complained. "And the Dark Lord thinks muggles have issues. At least they've got an excuse – muggles can't kill, on the spot, with two words, not with something that can't be blocked – but what do wizards have to say for themselves? They torture their own young because they aren't blowing things up."
"It's the same concept, though," Smith commented, landing on and buying Whitehall. "Both people commit the crime because they cannot understand the individual. Wizards can't understand what creates a squib, and they fear it, so they try and destroy it. It's the same with muggles; they can't comprehend a world of magic beyond their fairytales, so they destroy it, before it can destroy them."
"Never thought of it that way," Harry said. "We've all got something we fear, and the easiest course of action is, of course, to destroy it. I wonder if that's what got Vol– erm, the Dark Lord started."
Gaunt eyed Harry oddly, while his two friends rolled their eyes. "I wasn't aware Dumbledore was wearing off so much on the students," he commented.
"Only the stupid ones," Jacob offered with a grin.
"Oiy!" Harry shoved Jacob. "Are you calling me stupid, you bloody changling?"
"I'd never call a friend stupid," Jacob replied, looking hurt.
"Yeah? And what does that make me, then?"
"Mmmm..." Jacob scratched his chin. "I dunno. The guy I like to mess with?"
"That's it. This. Is. War," Harry declared, then laughed madly as Jacob landed on Vine Street, which Harry had just bought. "Cough it up."
"You're mad. The both of you," Arcturus declared. "Honestly."
Both boys smiled winningly.
"So, Professor Gaunt, where did you go to school?" Harry asked.
"Hogwarts. I'm afraid I was a Slytherin."
"Ah well," Harry replied cheerfully. "Happens to the best of us."
Gaunt chuckled. "Rather."
"What about you, Professor Smith?" Jacob asked before Harry could.
"Oh, I didn't go to school. Weeeeell... not a human school. Weeeeellll... not a school of this planet."
"Right," Jacob said sceptically.
"Sometimes," Gaunt offered, "I find it more beneficial to believe he's a bit mad. Certainly keeps me sane."
"Why did you hire him?" Jacob demanded.
"Oiy!"
"I didn't," Gaunt replied drily. "I was unavoidably detained outside the country until just a few years ago. John was hired by Ammon while I was gone."
"I'm still here, you know," Smith complained, looking rather like a child who didn't get his way.
"I think they know that," Arcturus commented, picking up a Chance Card. "Mmmm... Get out of jail free. Excellent. Though, admittedly, I don't intend to go there at all..."
"I don't think you get a choice sometimes," Harry informed him, taking his turn. "Ah, bugger." He moved his piece to the jail block. "As I said."
Arcturus smirked. "I'll trade you my card."
"What do you want for it?"
"Water Works."
Harry eyed the Electric Company, which Arcturus already owned. "Let me try and roll doubles next turn. If I can't, I'll trade."
"You could just pay the £50, you know," Gaunt pointed out as Jacob picked up the dice.
"Cuts into the money to buy property," Jacob said, then moved his piece to Regent Street. "I think I'll buy this, Banker Gaunt."
"I think I've been promoted," Gaunt commented, trading the card for £300. "By a fifteen year old, no less."
"How is that promoted?" Harry inquired.
"Bankers make more money."
"Ah."
"Unless you're a goblin," Arcturus commented. "Then you just don't get paid."
"They get paid."
"By who?"
"The bank?"
"Mr Barak is correct," Gaunt cut in, before the boys could argue any more. "The goblins do get paid by the bank, but not by the human Ministry."
"That's because the Ministry is a bunch of bastards," Jacob said with conviction.
"Something which the Dark Lord is attempting to change," Gaunt assured him.
"Well, I think he's going about it the wrong way," Harry offered. "I mean, killing anyone that doesn't immediately agree with you is just stupid."
"Killing at all is stupid," Smith cut in, eyes bright and so very old. "A life is worth so much more than a death."
Before any of the other players could come up with a response to that, Ren came bouncing in "Whatcha playing? And with professors? Ooooh, Monopoly!"
"Ren?" Jacob asked, standing slowly. "What did you take?"
Ren looked confused. "Take? Nothing. Why?"
"You're bouncing," Arcturus supplied drily.
Gaunt coughed. "I believe Mr Miyazaki has just come from Mr Hirayama's room."
"Yeah, actually. How'd you know?"
"Incubi," Jacob groaned, sitting. "Didn't think they'd make you so mad, though."
Harry rolled his eyes and patted the floor behind him. "Come sit, Ren. You can watch us make fools of ourselves."
"Naw, I can do that any day. We're gonna go for a dip in the pond. Wanna come?"
"Well, we're playing..." Harry mumbled.
"Eveningfair always goes topless," Ren offered, grinning madly.
The three students all turned to look at Gaunt, who cocked an eyebrow. "Elves believe in being one with nature. Which means no clothing."
"Bankrupt," Jacob said, then ran for his room.
"Mad, that one," Arcturus commented, reaching around Harry to grab Jacob's properties and handing them over to Gaunt.
Harry, blushing madly, shook his head. "I think we'll continue playing. Don't mind us."
"Awww... Come on, Harry! It's a beautiful sight!"
"Mr Miyazaki, you are dismissed," Gaunt said drily, reminding Ren there were still teachers present.
"Oh, right. Sorry, Professor Gaunt. Bye, boys!" Ren bounced back out of the common room.
Harry groaned and hid his face in his hands. "Let's never talk about this moment again," he told Arcturus.
"Poor, Harry," Arcturus replied with a hint of teasing. "Can't stand the thought of a naked woman."
"Shut it!" Harry hissed, still bright red.
Gaunt and Smith traded amused looks, then Gaunt said, "I believe it's your turn, Mr Longbottom."
"Oh. Right. Thanks, professor."
And so they continued their game.
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"Man, you guys totally missed the best show ever," Jacob told them when he sat down across from his two year mates. Ren and Rai also took seats, with the former looking absolutely dazzled and the latter looking tired.
"Didn't get enough sleep, Rai?" Harry asked, ignoring Jacob.
Rai shrugged. "Too much time in the sun. Made me sleepy."
"And the sex," Ren offered, smirking madly when Harry turned bright red. "Oh, come on, Harry. Teenage boys are supposed to think about sex, not hide from it."
"Ren," Rai said tiredly, "leave him alone."
"He's got to come out of his shell eventually," Ren complained.
"Yeah, but I don't need your help!" Harry snapped, then stood and moved down the table with his dinner, to sit in the open seat next to Smith, who had been teasing Ambrosi again. "Don't mind me."
"Oh, I don't!" Smith declared, dropping an arm around Harry's shoulders. "You can tell me all about Hogwarts!"
Harry peeked around the mad professor at Ambrosi who grinned tiredly at him. "He asks about everyone's schooling, since he didn't get a chance to go to one. Surprised he didn't quiz you yet, considering you spent practically all afternoon with him."
"Pure magic," Harry deadpanned, then turned to Smith. "What do you want to know, then?"
"Oooh, a willing subject. Well, let's see, who were your teachers? What did you think about them. What did you take? I hear your years at Hogwarts have been some of the most exciting yet!" Smith babbled.
Harry couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. When Smith looked mildly hurt, he stopped himself and shook his head. "Sorry, sir. Couldn't help it. Uhm, professors? Well, let's see..."
Down the table, Rai was telling Ren off for scaring Harry away, while Jacob and Arcturus shook their heads.
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A/N: What, three weeks without updating this? Yikes! Sorry, my lovelies.
So, I can't force more of this socialising nonsense, this better be enough. If you need something more about the characters, ask and I shall reply. (Or do my best to.)
ALSO! This may or may not update next month. I'm participating in NaNo – because I'm CRAZY – and probably won't have time/the sanity to work on fanfic. So here's your heads up. *sweatdrop*
~Bats ^.^x
Chapters:
1 - The Wolves ||| 2 - The First Day ||| 3 - Shocks and Explosions
4 - Socialising ||| 5 - The Patronus ||| 6 - ??
Incomplete
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
tsuki_no_suzuRating: PG-13?
Pairings: undecided, but most likely some form of SLASH
Warnings: OCs, OoC
Summary: The war is coming too quickly for comfort and Harry wonders if it isn't time for him to find a school that will actually teach him what he needs to learn to defeat Voldemort.
Disclaim Her: I spent over an hour trying to find out if the British Monopoly pieces were different from the American pieces. Never did find out for sure, mind, but now I know a lot of random Monopoly trivia.
A/N: This chapter was.... difficult to write. I wanted to build relationships, but they were hard to write. (Perhaps because I am not a social person, myself?)
Also, since everyone seemed confused by this: HOGWARTS HASN'T STARTED YET!
WaD starts a month before Hogwarts.
Chapter Four – Socialising
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Sunday found Harry and Arcturus in the greenhouses again, while Jacob borrowed Harry's broom and took it for a spin in the woods. He had informed Harry exactly how jealous he was that Harry had a Firebolt, so Harry had told him he could ride it on the weekends, if he really wanted. Arcturus had shaken his head at the two of them; he, like Neville, disliked flying.
After a couple of hours, Jacob came and dragged them out of their respective greenhouses; Harry preferred the muggle plants, while Arcturus enjoyed taking care of wizarding ones. He led them inside to the common room and cajoled them into a game of British Rails, where he soundly whooped their bums. Arcturus then challenged Jacob to a game of Exploding Snap, which Harry watched from the sidelines and laughed when Jacob lost miserably.
While Jacob went to go clean his face and hands, Harry and Arcturus took over the wizarding chess board from Smith and Gaunt and played a really bad game. When Jacob returned, he found his two friends being helped by their two professors. Harry was winning, marginally, because Gaunt was helping him. Smith seemed to like watching the pieces murder each other too much to keep Arcturus completely out of trouble.
"It's a wonder you don't lose more often when you're actually playing, John," Gaunt commented as Harry directed one of his rooks to murder Arcturus' remaining knight.
"But they can't play, anyway," Smith commented with a grin. "So it's okay. When I play, I want to win. This is just fun."
"Hey!" Arcturus complained, directing a pawn towards Harry's waiting knight, which then crushed it. "You know, I'm never listening to you again, Professor Smith."
Smith laughed. "Probably wise," he agreed.
"Yeah, don't listen to him in Potions, either," Jacob chimed in, sitting on the other side of the table from the two professors. "I wouldn't do that, by the way, Arcturus," he added as Arcturus moved to sacrifice another pawn.
"You know," Harry mused, "I've never won chess before. Always got my ar– sorry, professors, my bum handed to me."
"Oh, don't mind us," Gaunt said cheerfully. "We're just part of the furniture. Move your queen. Check."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're the one really playing this game," Smith commented off-handedly.
"He is," Harry assured the mad professor. "I'm just the one sitting behind the table, telling the pieces to move."
"No wonder you're winning," Arcturus muttered, then sent forth a rook to be slaughtered.
"But doesn't it feel wonderful?" Gaunt asked.
"Brilliant," Harry assured him. "Checkmate. Oh, I've always wanted to say that."
"You really haven't won before, have you?" Jacob asked, half-joking.
"Because you never played Nev, I'm sure," Arcturus commented, standing. "Monopoly?"
"You know the name of a muggle game?" Jacob asked, eyes wide.
"Shut up," Arcturus replied, pulling the game out from the middle of the pile.
Harry rolled his eyes, then turned to their professors, who were watching them with smiles. "Want to play?"
Gaunt glanced at Arcturus and Jacob, who both shrugged their okay, and nodded. "I wouldn't mind, I suppose. Haven't played it in years. John?"
Smith's eyes sparkled. "Ooh, I haven't played Monopoly since 1935, when it was released in America."
"Riiiight..." Jacob gave his young-looking professor an odd look while Harry and Arcturus set the board up. "And you're really sixty-some-odd years old."
Smith smiled widely. "Oh, much older than that."
Gaunt sighed. "John, stop confusing the children."
Smith just grinned all the wider and joined Harry and Arcturus at the board.
After a quiet discussion among the three students, they elected Gaunt to be the banker. Gaunt snagged the top hat before anyone else could even consider the pewter pieces, and Smith grabbed for the shoe, which Harry got to first with a grin, so he picked the dog instead. Arcturus claimed the wheelbarrow and Jacob, rolling his eyes at the lot of them, grabbed the battleship. While they played, the students chattered about stuff and tried to draw their professors in.
"Arcturus," Harry inquired, "is it true what Neville said once? Did your family really almost kill him to make his magic surface?"
Arcturus blinked in surprise, then looked rather sheepish when the other players looked at the two oddly. "Yeah. My grandfather dropped him out the window at one point. It was a lot worse when we were little; he almost drowned at one point, and there was an incident with the Floo malfunctioning that I'm not sure I completely understand..." He sighed. "I was performing accidental magic practically as soon as I was out of the crib. Neville, for some reason, didn't. So they kept testing him. I think Aunt Augusta, his gran, didn't really approve, but she never tried to stop them."
"I wasn't aware abuse like that was likely in a magical family," Gaunt commented off-handedly.
Harry blinked a bit at the burn in his scar, but ignored it in lieu of rolling the dice and moving his way to King's Cross Station. "Professor Gaunt?" He handed the man his £200 and got his paid-for railroad.
"Only, I think, when there's a chance a child might be a squib," Arcturus replied. "If he'd performed accidental magic at an 'acceptable age', they never would have tried any of that on him."
"It's barbaric," Jacob complained. "And the Dark Lord thinks muggles have issues. At least they've got an excuse – muggles can't kill, on the spot, with two words, not with something that can't be blocked – but what do wizards have to say for themselves? They torture their own young because they aren't blowing things up."
"It's the same concept, though," Smith commented, landing on and buying Whitehall. "Both people commit the crime because they cannot understand the individual. Wizards can't understand what creates a squib, and they fear it, so they try and destroy it. It's the same with muggles; they can't comprehend a world of magic beyond their fairytales, so they destroy it, before it can destroy them."
"Never thought of it that way," Harry said. "We've all got something we fear, and the easiest course of action is, of course, to destroy it. I wonder if that's what got Vol– erm, the Dark Lord started."
Gaunt eyed Harry oddly, while his two friends rolled their eyes. "I wasn't aware Dumbledore was wearing off so much on the students," he commented.
"Only the stupid ones," Jacob offered with a grin.
"Oiy!" Harry shoved Jacob. "Are you calling me stupid, you bloody changling?"
"I'd never call a friend stupid," Jacob replied, looking hurt.
"Yeah? And what does that make me, then?"
"Mmmm..." Jacob scratched his chin. "I dunno. The guy I like to mess with?"
"That's it. This. Is. War," Harry declared, then laughed madly as Jacob landed on Vine Street, which Harry had just bought. "Cough it up."
"You're mad. The both of you," Arcturus declared. "Honestly."
Both boys smiled winningly.
"So, Professor Gaunt, where did you go to school?" Harry asked.
"Hogwarts. I'm afraid I was a Slytherin."
"Ah well," Harry replied cheerfully. "Happens to the best of us."
Gaunt chuckled. "Rather."
"What about you, Professor Smith?" Jacob asked before Harry could.
"Oh, I didn't go to school. Weeeeell... not a human school. Weeeeellll... not a school of this planet."
"Right," Jacob said sceptically.
"Sometimes," Gaunt offered, "I find it more beneficial to believe he's a bit mad. Certainly keeps me sane."
"Why did you hire him?" Jacob demanded.
"Oiy!"
"I didn't," Gaunt replied drily. "I was unavoidably detained outside the country until just a few years ago. John was hired by Ammon while I was gone."
"I'm still here, you know," Smith complained, looking rather like a child who didn't get his way.
"I think they know that," Arcturus commented, picking up a Chance Card. "Mmmm... Get out of jail free. Excellent. Though, admittedly, I don't intend to go there at all..."
"I don't think you get a choice sometimes," Harry informed him, taking his turn. "Ah, bugger." He moved his piece to the jail block. "As I said."
Arcturus smirked. "I'll trade you my card."
"What do you want for it?"
"Water Works."
Harry eyed the Electric Company, which Arcturus already owned. "Let me try and roll doubles next turn. If I can't, I'll trade."
"You could just pay the £50, you know," Gaunt pointed out as Jacob picked up the dice.
"Cuts into the money to buy property," Jacob said, then moved his piece to Regent Street. "I think I'll buy this, Banker Gaunt."
"I think I've been promoted," Gaunt commented, trading the card for £300. "By a fifteen year old, no less."
"How is that promoted?" Harry inquired.
"Bankers make more money."
"Ah."
"Unless you're a goblin," Arcturus commented. "Then you just don't get paid."
"They get paid."
"By who?"
"The bank?"
"Mr Barak is correct," Gaunt cut in, before the boys could argue any more. "The goblins do get paid by the bank, but not by the human Ministry."
"That's because the Ministry is a bunch of bastards," Jacob said with conviction.
"Something which the Dark Lord is attempting to change," Gaunt assured him.
"Well, I think he's going about it the wrong way," Harry offered. "I mean, killing anyone that doesn't immediately agree with you is just stupid."
"Killing at all is stupid," Smith cut in, eyes bright and so very old. "A life is worth so much more than a death."
Before any of the other players could come up with a response to that, Ren came bouncing in "Whatcha playing? And with professors? Ooooh, Monopoly!"
"Ren?" Jacob asked, standing slowly. "What did you take?"
Ren looked confused. "Take? Nothing. Why?"
"You're bouncing," Arcturus supplied drily.
Gaunt coughed. "I believe Mr Miyazaki has just come from Mr Hirayama's room."
"Yeah, actually. How'd you know?"
"Incubi," Jacob groaned, sitting. "Didn't think they'd make you so mad, though."
Harry rolled his eyes and patted the floor behind him. "Come sit, Ren. You can watch us make fools of ourselves."
"Naw, I can do that any day. We're gonna go for a dip in the pond. Wanna come?"
"Well, we're playing..." Harry mumbled.
"Eveningfair always goes topless," Ren offered, grinning madly.
The three students all turned to look at Gaunt, who cocked an eyebrow. "Elves believe in being one with nature. Which means no clothing."
"Bankrupt," Jacob said, then ran for his room.
"Mad, that one," Arcturus commented, reaching around Harry to grab Jacob's properties and handing them over to Gaunt.
Harry, blushing madly, shook his head. "I think we'll continue playing. Don't mind us."
"Awww... Come on, Harry! It's a beautiful sight!"
"Mr Miyazaki, you are dismissed," Gaunt said drily, reminding Ren there were still teachers present.
"Oh, right. Sorry, Professor Gaunt. Bye, boys!" Ren bounced back out of the common room.
Harry groaned and hid his face in his hands. "Let's never talk about this moment again," he told Arcturus.
"Poor, Harry," Arcturus replied with a hint of teasing. "Can't stand the thought of a naked woman."
"Shut it!" Harry hissed, still bright red.
Gaunt and Smith traded amused looks, then Gaunt said, "I believe it's your turn, Mr Longbottom."
"Oh. Right. Thanks, professor."
And so they continued their game.
"Man, you guys totally missed the best show ever," Jacob told them when he sat down across from his two year mates. Ren and Rai also took seats, with the former looking absolutely dazzled and the latter looking tired.
"Didn't get enough sleep, Rai?" Harry asked, ignoring Jacob.
Rai shrugged. "Too much time in the sun. Made me sleepy."
"And the sex," Ren offered, smirking madly when Harry turned bright red. "Oh, come on, Harry. Teenage boys are supposed to think about sex, not hide from it."
"Ren," Rai said tiredly, "leave him alone."
"He's got to come out of his shell eventually," Ren complained.
"Yeah, but I don't need your help!" Harry snapped, then stood and moved down the table with his dinner, to sit in the open seat next to Smith, who had been teasing Ambrosi again. "Don't mind me."
"Oh, I don't!" Smith declared, dropping an arm around Harry's shoulders. "You can tell me all about Hogwarts!"
Harry peeked around the mad professor at Ambrosi who grinned tiredly at him. "He asks about everyone's schooling, since he didn't get a chance to go to one. Surprised he didn't quiz you yet, considering you spent practically all afternoon with him."
"Pure magic," Harry deadpanned, then turned to Smith. "What do you want to know, then?"
"Oooh, a willing subject. Well, let's see, who were your teachers? What did you think about them. What did you take? I hear your years at Hogwarts have been some of the most exciting yet!" Smith babbled.
Harry couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. When Smith looked mildly hurt, he stopped himself and shook his head. "Sorry, sir. Couldn't help it. Uhm, professors? Well, let's see..."
Down the table, Rai was telling Ren off for scaring Harry away, while Jacob and Arcturus shook their heads.
A/N: What, three weeks without updating this? Yikes! Sorry, my lovelies.
So, I can't force more of this socialising nonsense, this better be enough. If you need something more about the characters, ask and I shall reply. (Or do my best to.)
ALSO! This may or may not update next month. I'm participating in NaNo – because I'm CRAZY – and probably won't have time/the sanity to work on fanfic. So here's your heads up. *sweatdrop*
~Bats ^.^x
1 - The Wolves ||| 2 - The First Day ||| 3 - Shocks and Explosions
Incomplete
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Date: 28/10/09 04:55 (UTC)I loved this, and I really hope you get your shit together so you can write another one. =3 -I mean that in the nicest way possible of course<333-
Keep on keeping on!~
Randi.
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Date: 28/10/09 21:41 (UTC)cloe
PS: I liked the chapter, especially the games with the professors. Did Harry notice that his headmaster has a lot in common with one Tom Riddle? (I think I'm just going to ignore the Doctor Who references though. I don't like the idea of a crossover that way, so professor Smith is just going to stay nutty professor Smith in my mind. I'm glad you wrote him in a way that makes that possible.)
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Date: 28/10/09 21:59 (UTC)No, actually, working on something different. (I should post about it, shouldn't I? *hums*)
Nah. Harry's a bit dense. XD
(LOL. Go on. I don't intend to let him become much more than the nutty professor. ^.~)