Please note that the translation to the odd language is at the bottom of the document.
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He was annoyed, that much was sure. He was very annoyed.
He did not want to be here. Period and point blank. He did not want to face his other. His did not want to face anything of his past but knew he had little say in the matter.
A mission was a mission. Orders were orders.
He had been trained for a good portion of his life to follow orders, specifically those of his father and mother. They had done nothing but love him and raise him. It was the least he could do to follow a few orders, lead a team, and do a job.
Even so,…this might have been pushing the envelope a little too much in his opinion.
A presence entered his mind through a back door only she knew of.
It was a calm, almost soothing presence, and enabled him to relax again.
He did not turn.
He did not look.
But he knew she was there. On his right side. Always.
"Ready?" she asked. He only sighed in a deeply resigned way. She chuckled.
He might complain until he was blue in the face but they both knew his favorite motto.
Tribuo officium, cogito ilicet.(1)
"Let's just do the damn job and get it over with," he replied sullenly.
"But let us have a little fun as well," she requested with a little pout. He laughed at her face and shrugged.
"As you wish."
***
The Great Hall was filled to bursting as usual at the beginning of yet another new year. The usual myriad number of candles floated overhead, hovering slightly over the four house tables. The enchanted ceiling showed the black velvet sky illuminated by the stars overhead.
Young Jonathan Ares Potter, age fifteen, sat in his usual spot in the middle of the Gryffindor table, staring down the Slytherin one across the hall where he was met with mirrored glares. Just like one expected of a son carrying the surname `Potter', Johnny as the spitting image of his father. Or rather, a complete clone, all the way down to his eyes, much to Professor Snape's eternal dislike. And to pour salt on an old wound, the boy acted exactly like his father as well. Arrogant, pompous, and a general arse.
To his right was his roommate and right-hand man Ronald Weasley while across from him were his two enforcers Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas, all age fifteen as well. Under Johnny's left arm was Parvati Patil, the resident fifth year Gryffindor slut and his current girlfriend. Her partner and fellow slut Lavender Brown was with Ron. The other two Gryffindor fifth years sat at the opposite end of the group, closer to the professors.
Bushy haired Hermione Granger sat with her fellow outcast Neville Longbottom. They were considered outcasts simply because they did not bow down to Potter's will. Hermione was a muggleborn witch and the smartest one in her year, if not the whole school and was thus automatically exiled while Neville was just too clumsy and lame to hang around the self-appointed `Gryffindor Dream Team.'
Dumbledore stood up, resplendent in his usual baby blue robes, opening his mouth to begin his usual ritual of nonsense words to begin the feast. All attention in the Hall was focused solely on him. Before one word could be spoken however, the closed doors to the Great Hall suddenly slammed open, hitting the walls with extreme force. Everyone jumped in surprise and after a double check of the head table, turned as one to the door. The new theoretical DADA professor, Dolores Umbridge, was already present in her horrible fluffy pink cardigan over her robes, pouchy eyes, and toadlike face. So, who in the world could be arriving so late?
A female stood in the open doorway, her body tilted to the side as her right foot, which she had used to kick open the door, maintained an almost parallel line with the ground. Pivoting on her other foot, she brought her leg around and down as she walked in the room amid the silence that had overtaken the Hall by storm.
"Good grief they have shity security," she grumbled, looking around with eyes covered by black sunglasses, her short hair that barely touched her ears shifting as she did. Her hair was colored with red, yellow, orange, and white, making it look as though she had fire dancing upon her head. She began walking towards the head table, apparently oblivious to the looks she was receiving. Some of them full of awe, others hungry.
"Dumt oui ed fuimt pa aycein du ghulg," said a soft male voice behind her. She did not turn and instead stood in one spot, staring at the enchanted ceiling in slight interest.
"Hush," she replied simply. The young man she was addressing had dark blue hair and cobalt blue eyes.
"You know you love him Damien," added another male, this one slightly more aristocratic than the others. He had silver blond hair with gray eyes and was walking with the first male.
"Not really you ass, stop lying to yourself."
"Yes, yes. We know the security is shity," said a slightly annoyed male, the final member of their little group. He looked almost exactly alike to the only female except he had emerald green eyes and raven black hair.
"Makes it more of a challenge you know," said the girl, Damien. With the final one there, they made their way to the head table.
They all walked with large, sure strides, giving off an aura of authority no Hogwarts student could ever hope to match. The aura was only enhanced with their identical dark blue pants with blood red long-sleeved shirts and black boots. Over the shirts were blue vests, each outlined with a different color. On every one of their hands were fingerless black gloves with metal plates covering the backs. Pulling the whole outfit together were black cloaks with their hoods down. On each of their vests and cloaks was an emblem of a golden dragon in flight, its wings opened majestically. Superimposed upon the dragon was an elegant `T' that was positioned to look like the dragon was shooting the top part of the letter out of its mouth.
The male that had entered last led them up to the table where Dumbledore waited patiently, although one could still tell that he was slightly surprised. They bowed to him and he did so in return albeit hesitantly.
"Ah…I see the Lord and Lady Kuroi Tenshi no Tsubasa (2) don't like to waste any time do they?" The four straightened while the red head and the blue turned to face the school, their eyes wandering over each table individually. Their leader smiled benignly.
"Of course not, they have a reputation to never be late, Headmaster, and as such sent us here post haste." Dumbledore smiled again, a little wary. Although he would never admit it to anyone else, he was a little intimidated by this fifteen year-old boy.
"Well, be that as it may, I still did not expect you to come so soon and with so many…" Damien snorted.
"You either take us as we are or not at all." She was smirking; they knew even with her back turned and their leader moved to diffuse the situation before it escalated too high.
"But where are my manners Headmaster? I am called Darien and the girl is my twin Damien. The green lined vest is Darion and the one next to Damien with blue is Darius. Any…discrepancies that might arise should be directed towards myself." His own vest was yellow with his twin's being red.
"Of course. Now, Professor McGonagall, if you would be so kind as to retrieve the Sorting Hat?" The stern faced woman had barely risen out of seat when she was cut off.
"Drana ec hu haat Headmaster," said Darius. "Fa ryja ymnayto paah cundat." The Headmaster's eyes widened comically in his confusion.
"Darius doesn't speak English. But he did say don't bother, we're already sorted," translated Darion absently. They were used to having to deal with people not understanding him.
"Although this is just for show," added Damien, turning her head to smirk fully at him. "There's no way in Hell you'd be able to separate us."
"Really now?" The old man merely raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "Then by all means, sort." He waved his hand almost dismissively.
"Darion crymm pa eh dryd uha, dra cemjan/knaah uha." He pointed to the table all the way over to the right.
"Slytherin. Home of the cunning and ambitious."
"Darien yht Damien crymm ku du dryd uha." This time it was the one completely opposite the first.
"Gryffindor, home of the brave and bold."
"Yht E crymm pa eh drec uha, dra pmia/pnuhwa." He motioned to the one next to the Slytherin table.
"Ravenclaw, of the studious and sharp minded. Fine choices. Very well, if you four will please just choose a house to sit at, we can proceed. I realize it is an effort in futile to make you sit at your chosen houses." Darien nodded and looked at Darius.
"Be my guest."
"Du Gryffindor fa ku." They all bowed at the professors before stepping down. All the students were still impossibly silent as they sat down next to Hermione and Neville, the only available seats left at the table. The poor boy nearly wet his pants as Darius sat next to him with Darion across from him. The twins sat across from them, Damien in front of Hermione, Darien with Neville.
"And without further ado…nibbet, blunder, and tweak!" The students began applauding as the first-years gasped in surprise at the food that materialized in front of them. Damien eyed the food in front of her with disgust while everyone else dug into it ravenously.
"Do they not have good chow here?" she grumbled, reaching into one of her vest pockets and pulling out a shrunken box. The others mirrored her action and as one murmured, "Kai" (3). The boxes enlarged until they were roughly the size of an average muggle lunch box. With relish, she opened hers and breathed in deeply. "Now this is food!" she exclaimed happily.
Inside the box were different things in each of six sections. One part had different kinds of fish while another had some type of beef. Vegetables took up two more, one had a bowl, and the last had some pink item that looked like a flower.
"Darion, ryja oui kud dra nela?" asked Darius politely. In reply, the boy cleared a space in front of him and placed a white pressure cooker in front of them, much to the confusion of the other people around them.
"What do you take me for? Unprepared?" Darius took his bowl in hand and placed some rice in it.
"Dnidrvimmo? Oac," and he shrugged. Darion only replied with a glare at him as they all took their share. Once everyone had some, Damien pulled out four pairs of chopsticks and handed them out. Darien looked each of his friends in the eye and smirked.
"The two of you might wanna cover your ears," said Darion in an offhand tone. The two Gryffindors did as they were suggested to do. Getting the message, they mimicked Darien as he clapped his hands together and shouted at the top of their lungs, "ITADAKIMASU!" (4), causing the whole of the Great Hall to jump once more and stare at them in confusion. It was all they could do to keep from bursting in laughter as they began to eat. Hermione peeked up cautiously at them before nudging Neville and eating as well. Damien paused for a moment.
"You know, we never did get your names," she commented as she stuffed some veggies into her mouth. Neville swallowed nervously.
"I-I-I-i…I'm N-n-Neville Longbottom." The girl next to him rolled her eyes slightly and sighed irritably.
"And I'm Hermione Granger." Darius paused and looked across at Darien, who only shrugged. They were surprised at the defiance in the simple stating of her name.
"Since we weren't properly introduced, the name's Damien. The idjit to my right is my twin Darien and the idjit to my left is Darion." The two males glowered at her. "And the one on your right is Darius. He doesn't speak much, if any English at all but don't be discouraged from talking to him. He is a pretty decent sounding board if you have a problem and mainly the quiet one among us. But since we hate being separated, there will always be at least one person to translate for you."
"Pleasure to meet you all. But why doesn't he speak English?" Darien shrugged.
"When we asked him, he simply said it too troublesome. And I have to agree actually. He speaks perfect Japanese though."
"Oh. Why don't you like being apart?" The four looked across at one another for a moment, a look that was missed due to a well-placed elbow that shoved Neville into Hermione.
"It's…complicated," said Darion evasively. Hermione noticed of course; she wasn't the smartest underclass witch at that school for nothing but somehow felt it would be best to leave it alone.
"Well, what are you doing here at Hogwarts?" asked Neville before ducking his head to hide his glowing red face.
"New international exchange program. So when we are finally adults-"
"May Merlin help the world," cut in Darien with a mischievous grin.
"We'll have good relations with people from other countries so there's less a chance for war." Neville nodded thoughtfully.
"Makes sense. Wonder why the Headmaster didn't say anything about this…"
"Yeah, I wonder who was sent from Hogwarts. All the fifth years are here." Their four new acquaintances shrugged carelessly and continued eating. Although unbeknownst to them, many a student and the wary professor were watching them but none scrutinized them more so than Hermione.
Darien was quietly eating when he felt the first brushes of someone against his mind.
Darion? Do me a favor and follow this link to its master for me, he mentally sent to his friend. The other didn't even break his rhythm while eating as he did so.
It's coming from the Headmaster of course.
Yna fa kuehk du tu cusadrehk ypuid ed? asked Darius.
No, let him think what he wants. It'll make it easier for us to do what we came here for.
Although that is going to be difficult enough, added Damien. They spent the rest of the meal in silence except for a few words with Hermione and Neville. No one else even dared to look at them, much less talk with them.
After everyone was finished eating and the noise level began to rise higher than usual, the food magically vanished. Dumbledore stood up once more, commanding the attention in the room and the silence that came with it.
"Now that we've all eaten our fill of the famous sorting feast, time for the usual start of term announcements." He paused for a moment to look at each table before continuing. "All first years need to be aware that the forest on the borders of the school is out of bounds and forbidden, hence its name. Also, the left-hand corridor on the third floor is out-of-bounds to everyone. Some of our older students need to remember that as well." He briefly glanced at the Gryffindor table, specifically at a sudden angelic looking Jonathan Potter and Ronald Weasley. Hermione scoffed in disgust.
If that boy was innocent any day of his life, I'm her Royal Majesty the Queen of England! she thought angrily to herself. Neville patted her arm after feeling her gaze accidentally on his back. Darion held in his grin. She was thinking rather loudly so he, the best out of them all in terms of telepathy, had heard her.
It was obvious to anyone with eyes that she didn't like the all-famous Potter.
"Mr. Filch, our resident school caretaker, has asked me to remind all students that magic is only to be used in the classrooms and not the hallways. There are also a number of items forbidden to be used in the hallways as well. A complete list is next to his office on the first floor if anyone wishes to see it. On that note, please help me welcome Professor Grubbly-Plank to the post of Care of Magical Creatures and Professor Umbridge to the post of theoretical Defense Against the Dark Arts. Good luck Professor." Neither one stood up but they did wave.
There were plenty of smirks to go around as everyone applauded politely and remembered the theo-DADA `curse'. Many were betting she wouldn't last half the year. "Also as you may have noticed, we have four new older students in our midst. They are participating in a new magical international program designed to strengthen magical ties around the world. They will be here for the duration of the school year and should they see fit, return next year as well. Please welcome our friends from the east, the students from Meha no Tatekey Katogikko-"
"Actually headmaster, it's Tatakai no Maho Gakko, or in English, Magic School of Higher Learning, (5)" cut in Darion with a slight smirk that was quickly becoming a permanent feature upon his face. It wasn't an arrogant smirk per se; simply one that said `I know something you don't know' in an annoying singsong voice. Dumbledore looked a little put off at being interrupted but took it in stride well enough. "I apologize for my grievous mistake. Please welcome our friends from Japan." And the applause started. The four subtly rolled their eyes as they gave halfhearted waves. The clapping was short thankfully. "Quidditch House Team tryouts will be-" And for the second time in less than one minute, he was interrupted, again. He frowned slightly at Umbridge, who was clearing her throat in an obvious way as she stood up. Unluckily for her, she was as short standing as she was sitting down so no one had noticed her. With a gentle sigh, Dumbledore sat down and stared up at her. His staff was staring at him in surprise and disgust for her. Apparently, she didn't know how things were run in Hogwarts.
"Thank you headmaster and welcome to our new students from Japan. I hope you like your stay here in the great country of Britain." Almost instantly, Damien and Darien had an immediate dislike for the woman, never mind that they've never even met. Darion was smirking, as usual.
I almost feel sorry for her, he thought in an amused tone as Umbridge began speaking. It would have had a greater effect if her voice hadn't been annoying and her tone carried the idea that she had probably practiced this speech many times in front of a mirror. And the fact that she was talking to them all as if they were five years old again.
"She's annoying," said Damien bluntly, crossing her arms and leaning against her brother. He rubbed her arm gently.
"It's okay. Hopefully, we'll only have to deal with her once or twice a week."
"Actually, the schedule changes every year. There's a very good chance we'll have her more than twice a week," said Hermione absently, listening attentively to the woman. Damien looked positively disgusted with the mere notion that anyone would want to listen to this toad woman.
It wasn't long before many in the hall began to chat with their neighbors or even sleeping. There were a few like Hermione actually listening but it wasn't for long. Umbridge didn't even notice the attention of the school slipping like sand between her fingers. The other members of the staff noticed of course, but none of them said a word. They were having problems paying attention themselves. Even Professor Binns was having trouble. And quite frankly, that was pretty disturbing.
She kept going for a while although no one really cared. It appeared to Darien that she would have gotten more attention out of the walls than any of them.
And she's supposed to be our defense teacher? Great Kami this is going to be some form of ridiculous, he thought with a slight growl. Damien sent soothing thoughts to him and he relaxed easily. One of his favorite benefits to their link, their ability to send feelings to the other. Although, Damien often needed it more than he did.
The noise level was steadily rising again by the time she finally sat down. It took a while for anyone to notice and the only reason they did was because someone had started to clap. But it was short lived once Dumbledore stood up again.
"Thank you, Professor, for that…enlightening speech. Now…"
"Enlightening indeed," grumbled Hermione, crossing her arms with a frown on her face. Damien threw her a horrified glance.
"PLEASE don't tell me you actually enjoyed that!" Hermione smiled a little.
"I didn't say that. But it did explain a lot."
"Really? Sounded like a lot of shit to me," said Darion with a shrug. Neville gave her a thoughtful look. (A/N: With him being Hermione's personal friend for much of the time, she began to rub off on him and he's not as hopeless as he is in canon.)
"But…I'm guessing there was a lot of…stuff hidden in that shit, wasn't there?" She nodded.
"Yht ed ymm sayhc?" asked Darius. She frowned again, this time in confusion.
"He asked what all that meant," put in Darien, now curious himself.
"Oh! It meant that the Ministry is interfering with Hogwarts." The four threw each looks.
"And I'm guessing that's not good," he said slowly.
"Not at all." As the ideas presented began to be digested slowly, they now became aware of the amount of noise and movement in the hall and looked up to see everyone moving out. A quick look provided more evidence since most of the professors were gone.
"Dumbledore's dismissed us. Do you four know where you're staying?" asked Neville. Now that he knew them a little, he opened up and stopped stuttering. For the moment. Their leader looked up at the head table at the Headmaster, who was obviously waiting for him.
"Wait here." Damien sighed, drumming her fingers absently on the table. She was never one to be still for extended periods of time..
"Would you two mind waiting as well? We don't know our way around the castle yet and we were warned that things liked to move a lot around here."
"Then you were warned right." Before she could say more, their leader returned.
"He said since we're not staying with our individual houses and because we're earlier than expected that he didn't have rooms ready for us but he did put extra beds in Gryffindor tower. Would you mind showing us the way?" Hermione and Neville nodded and set out for the tower, both of them running a commentary about certain things the new students should know about their new home. They were surprisingly quiet, soaking up everything they could. Neville specifically pointed out certain shortcuts that were essential when they might be late for a class and for keeping the location of the tower secret. He also took special care to point out all the secret and trip steps, most of which he had fallen into more than once in his Hogwarts career. It didn't take long before they saw the portrait of the Fat Lady at the edge of a corridor on the northeast side.
"Hello there Hermione, Neville. Welcome back. And who are they?" she added, looking over the transfer students curiously.
"International students for a project Lady. The one with the black hair is Darien; the red head is his twin Damien. The silver-blond is Darion and the last one is Darius. Guys, this is the Fat Lady, the main guardian portrait of Gryffindor Tower. She guards the entrance to it and if you don't give her the password, that changes randomly mind you, you won't be able to get in. What's the status Lady?" replied Hermione. She frowned for a moment.
"You know Potter, he's already launching his usual `This is my house, live by my rules' rubbish speech. I can't wait for the day he graduates."
"Oh don't we all, serpent's tail."
"Be careful young ones." And the portrait swung open. Neville stepped in first, more to act as a shield incase Potter was feeling a little wand-happy. Which he usually was at the beginning of each year, especially if he and Hermione came in after he did.
The common room was warm, red, and inviting. There were comfortable looking chairs and couches sitting in front of the fire. Small and large tables were scattered around the room, waiting to be used by the many students. Two winding staircases went in opposite directions spiraling up into the tower. It all looked very cozy.
Or it would have been had Johnny not been standing in front of the new first years and berated them by the fire with Ron at his side sneering. It seemed that the entire house was there watching, standing, and sitting wherever there was room.
"So. As you all should know, I'm Jonathan Potter and welcome to my house. And when I say that, I literally mean MY house. I run this place and if you want a pleasant first year, you'll do what I say, got it?" He looked up from the first years when Ron nudged his side and nodded to the door. He smiled at the twins, his attitude a complete 180 from where it was as he addressed the younger ones. "Good, you two need to hear this too. However, you two need to leave, especially you," he added, glaring and sneering at Darion. "No Slytherin is going to be allowed in my house, make no mistake about that. And also you two traitors need to listen again as well, you're so stupid something as simple as this is too confusing for your infinitely small brains. You three will do well to find better friends. No one wants a clumsy pureblood, a know-it-all witch, and a good-for-nothing Slytherin for friends." Damien stepped forward and raised an eyebrow at him although all her friends knew she was getting ready to erupt.
There was a reason she wore red after all.
"Actually, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't insult my friends in such a way," she said in fake politeness. "You could get hurt." He rolled his eyes at her, obviously not intimidated.
"And if I remember Potter," Hermione spat the name as if it was something incredibly foul tasting. "I still have the highest grade out of all the fifth years, including you." Dean and Seamus stepped forward menacingly, cracking their knuckles ominously but stopped when Johnny raised his hand and waved them back.
"No, don't bother. It's not worth soiling your hands over. But still, you two really should think about your choice of friends. You're Gryffindors after all. They could make your time here in the Tower…difficult and possibly even unpleasant." His unspoken threat weighed heavily in the air. Damien smirked at him, her first warning sign.
"I think you fail to grasp the situation Potter. Threaten us all you want, we could still kick your stuck up little ass from one side of the school to the other." He scoffed and laughed loudly.
"Yeah right! He's been training since he started school in case You-Know-Who ever came back. He could take You-Know-Who out right now if he wanted!" spat Ron with a superior air and puffed out his chest pompously.
"Yht oad cdemm, oui yna yvnyet uv y hysa. Ehdnacdehk," said Darius, his face thoughtful and his tone deliberate. Ron growled, probably more in confusion that anything else.
"DAMN IT! WE SPEAK ENGLISH HERE! And what the hell are you still doing in here! Get the fuck out! You're a Ravenclaw, go find your own bloody tower!" Darien finally stepped forward, his presence towering over them all easily.
"Maybe you weren't listening earlier but I do believe it was stated that we would be staying in one house together. The sorting was simply for where our points would go." He turned around to Hermione, pointedly ignoring everyone else. "Do you know where the rooms are?" She nodded.
"Boys dorms are to the left, girls on the right." Damien shared a glance with her brother.
It might be best if I went with Hermione tonight. It seems they are hostile towards her. And with us here adding fuel into the fire, it might cause them to move. Honestly, I don't need nor want that guilt on my chest. I'm going to have enough there as is.
I agree. But what about your condition…
I'll be fine. I have my music on hand. She sighed.
"I'm not going to be held responsible you know." Darien smiled ruefully at her before clasping a hand firmly on her shoulder.
"I know, but it's only for tonight."
"Yeah, we'll get our rooms tomorrow," added Darion.
"Promise," finished Darius. She smiled at them before turning to Hermione.
"Lead the way." With a powerful glare that know one really saw but understood anyway, she made the crowd at the foot of the girls' stairs part and allowed her guide to pull her away. "Night boys. Behave. I WILL know if you've been naughty."
"What? Us? Naughty? Never!" shouted back Darien and Darion. Darius only smiled. She rolled her eyes before disappearing fully. Darien turned to the males.
"Well Neville? Care to lead us up?" The boy, suddenly nervous, nodded and started towards the opposite stairs when Jonathan called out, "Longbottom, you're not seriously considering to lead a SLYTHERIN to our room are you?" The boy flinched but Darius laid a calm hand on his shoulder and turned towards the impudent idiot.
"Know…what best…for health, shut up," he said in halted and choppy English with a thick accent. The others in the room only looked confused as if he was still speaking his foreign language.
"Come on," muttered Darien, taking advantage of the confused state and rushing Neville up the stairs quickly, the other two directly behind him.
***
And that's that! Whoo that was kinda hard.
So sorry about all the `Dar's here but it is for a reason. Just because you don't realize it yet doesn't mean a thing.
I don't own the name Darion. It was borrowed with permission from Renatus, author of The Founders' Heir. It is a wicked good story and I suggest everybody read it just because and also I will be borrowing other ideas from this same story so reading it will give more of a background of why I borrowed them. It is the first time I have come across such good ideas that I wanted to give the author the credit that is due.
Incase you haven't realized yet, this is when characters are thinking to themselves and this is when they're talking to one another. I hold no claim over the language itself and will bow down to the genius of the greatest video game ever that had created it. It is called Al Bhed and it is from Final Fantasy X and X-2. It is the property of Square-Enix.
Also, I will be using a combination of Latin, Japanese, and Al Bhed in this story. Note, I do not take Japanese or Latin, although I wish I did. Having said so, I will not take kindly to flames about my grammar where those two languages are concerned. However, if anyone speaks either language, please by all means tell me any and all mistakes I will make. I like reading fanfiction and hate it when authors don't take the time to fix their own grammar. I am not a hypocrite.
(1)Latin- Give me a job, consider it done. (Literally give job, consider finished; it was the closest I could get
with an online translator)
(2)Japanese- Wings of Black Angels
(3)Japanese- Literally it means something else but for my purposes it means cancel
(4)Japanese- A Japanese prayer traditionally spoken before eating
(5)Japanese- Really means Magic School of War (wink wink, hint hint)
Here are the translated sections of what Darius was saying. His words are in bold.
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"Told you it would be easier to knock," said a soft male voice behind her. She didn't turn and instead stood in one spot, staring at the enchanted ceiling in slight interest.
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"There is no need Headmaster," said Darius shortly. "We have already been sorted." The Headmaster's eyes widened comically in his confusion.
"Darius doesn't speak English. But he did say don't bother, we're already sorted," translated Darion absently. They were used to having to deal with people not understanding him.
"Although this is just for show," added Damien, turning her head to smirk fully at him. "There's no way in Hell you'd be able to separate us."
"Really now?" The old man merely raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "Then by all means, sort." He waved his hand almost dismissively.
"Darion shall be in that one, the silver/green one."
"Slytherin. Home of the cunning and ambitious."
"Darien and Damien shall go to that one."
"Gryffindor, home of the brave and bold."
" And I shall be in this one, the blue/bronze." He motioned to the one next to the Slytherin table.
"Ravenclaw, of the studious and sharp minded. Fine choices. Very well, if you five will please just choose a house to sit at, we can proceed. I realize it is an effort in futile to make you sit at your chosen houses." Darien nodded and looked at Darius.
"Be my guest."
"To Gryffindor we go." They all bowed at the professors before stepping down.
***
"Darion, have you got the rice?" asked Darius politely. In reply, the boy cleared a space in front of him and placed a white pressure cooker in front of them, much to the confusion of the other people around them.
"What do you take me for? Unprepared?" Darius took his bowl in hand and placed some rice in it.
"Truthfully? Yes," and he shrugged. Darion only replied with a glare at him as they all took their share.
***
Darien was quietly eating when he felt the first brushes of someone against his mind.
Darion? Do me a favor and follow this link to its master for me, he mentally sent to his friend. The other didn't even break his rhythm while eating as he did so.
It's coming from the Headmaster of course.
Are we going to do anything about it? asked Darius.
No, let him think what he wants. It'll make it easier for us to do what we came here for.
Although that is going to be difficult enough, added Damien.
***
"And yet still, you are afraid of saying a name. Interesting," said Darius, his face thoughtful and his tone deliberate. Ron growled probably more in confusion that anything else.
"DAMN IT! WE SPEAK ENGLISH HERE! And what the hell are you still doing in here! Get the fuck out! You're a Ravenclaw, go find your own bloody tower!"
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