Title: The Weasley twins strike back
The hall was suffocated by thick cobwebs and age darkened picture frames, drab and peeling wallpaper and paint. The two stood uneasily near the end, close to the door to the outside world. One stood tall, towering over the other by several feet, with dark, greasy, shoulder-length hair, and clothing that vaguely made him resemble a bat.
The other had long hair of gold, tied back in a braid. In the dim light, the gleam of metal shone of his right arm and shoulder. The only article of clothing on his well toned body was the long pair of dark slacks he had hastily donned. His feet bare.
"Well. Mr. Elric." The greasy haired man sneered. A statement, rather than a request.
The golden haired young man folded his arms across his chest and looked over his shoulder. He then turned back to the man before him, and rolled his eyes. He jabbed his chin slightly to the right, saying nothing.
The greasy haired man raised a eyebrow, and slowly moved his cold dark eyes in the general direction the younger man had indicated. Down the hall, a large group of witches and wizards were gathering, whispering among themselves. There were many curious glances directed over at the two. The greasy haired man directed his gaze back to the young man, a slight sneer on his face.
"I'm sure it will be a but trivial matter, but get on with what which you wish to discuss with me. "
The younger man looked down to the ground and let out a breath, then met the cold dark eyes firmly with his own gold.
"Are you in pain? Or bleeding anyvhere vithout any kind of vound?" The young man said in a low soft voice.
The greasy haired man's eyebrows lowered slightly, sneer falling into a confused grimace. The young man looked to the floor, studying every crack a flaw below the mans feet. Jaw clenched in a stubborn line.
"..Get checked by doctor. Make for certain there is nothing missing. Do it soon." the young man whispered, then turned around.
"I assure you those were but shadows in your mind, Mr. Elric. As you are a muggle, in spite of your...palor tricks...I do not expect you to..."
"Take my advice or don't. It matters not to me." He said softly.
Without looking back, the young man walked to the stairs farther down the hallway, shoulders slumped in a way only the young could manage. The greasy haired man watched him, and it took a few moments for his face to get back to it's usual sneer.
Harry stood a the top of the stairs with his friends Hermione and Ron, watching Ed as he tried to manuver past all the curious witches and wizards gathered at the base of the stairs in the hallway. There wasn't a single one that didn't whisper a hurried question to him, which he pointedly ignored with a scowl. His golden eyes were focused on his goal, which appeared to be the top of the stairs. His way blocked more often than not by the body of an adult.
POP!
Harry jumped in surprise.
"Thought you learned your lesson already about that.." Ron muttered, and leaned over the stairwell.
Harry looked over his shoulders and saw that Ron's twin brothers apporated right behind him. He saw that they too watched Ed, both had thoughtful expressions on their faces, and were rubbing their chins with one hand.
"I'm surprised he doesn't.."
"..pound the snot out of them, too."
Harry smirked at them, knowing well they must be still sore from the treatment at Ed's hands, or rather feet, for a similar stunt they pulled a few minutes ago.
Ed looked up just then and his golden eyes met Harry's. The same bewildered expression on his face flashed for but a moment, the one that Harry remembered from his short visit at the Dursleys. Then his eyes scrunched up in pain, which passed so quickly back to the scowl, that Harry thought he had imagined it. Then the eyes shot about place, as if searching for something. Soon, Ed disappeared from Harry's sight.
"Where'd he..?" Hermione said.
"Probably apporated away." Muttered Ron.
"Alright. Out with it. What do you know about him?" Hermione demanded.
Harry blinked at her. She stood with her arms crossed near Ron.
Ron was nearly completely bent over the stair rail. Ron looked over at him through the stair rails, upside down.
"I really just met him. In this..dreadful muggle class..during the summer Uncle Vernon signed me up for. He kept to himself for most of it. Then we got assigned as class partners because he wasn't participating at all, and the teacher wouldn't sign us off until he did."
"How old is he? Where is he from? Tell us." Hermione demanded.
Harry shrugged.
"I really don't know. He has to be a minor, though. That class was only for juveniles. The delinquent kind."
"Blimey!.." Ron called out, quickly got back to standing from his lean. He bumped into Hermione so hard he nearly knocked her over.
There was a distinctive sound. A clinking of metal against metal. Harry saw a pair of mismatched hands suddenly appear from below his sight in the stairwell, and grab two of the rails by their base where Ron was previously leaning. The hands firmed their grip as he watched. There was a grunt, and the rest of the body appeared. Swinging upwards...backwards...gymnast-like. The legs flipped over the railing first, and Ed pulled the rest of himself over it.
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