Quatre, in the meanwhile, had found himself in a very odd position -- seated next to a ghost. He actually looked just like a student, the only difference being that he was completely silvery white and his elbow, instead of resting on the table, dropped through it. Quatre glanced over him nervously, tuning out the droning speech; he wasn't sure, but the ghost's uniform looked very out of date, now that he thought about it. Pre-Colony era, even.
"No need to stare," the ghost advised him in a friendly tone. "I'm the Hufflepuff House Ghost. You'll be seeing me around a lot."
Blushing, Quatre attempted to stammer an excuse. "I'm sorry -- I've just never seen a, that is, uh, I've never met a ghost before..."
"Diggory's the name," the ghost introduced himself. "Cedric Diggory. [9] I was a student here -- oh, must be a couple hundred years back, now. I'd shake your hand but it really wouldn't work."
For once, Quatre found himself at a loss for words. "I'm sorry?" he offered awkwardly.
"Don't be," Cedric said kindly. "Better talking to you than listening to Snellgrove's homecoming speech. He never changes it year after year and it's bloody boring to listen to."
"What's worse," sighed one of the other Hufflepuff students, "we don't get to eat until he's done."
Quatre sighed, and settled himself in for a long wait.
At the Ravenclaw table, an older boy with a prefect's badge on his robes nodded gravely to the newcomer. Trowa nodded back.
At the end of the meal the four houses separated, and each trekked back to their individual towers. Through the corridors on the way Duo stared around with seemingly boundless energy; waving at every person in the portrait who whispered as he passed, or stopping to investigate the archaic suit of armor that trekked slowly through the halls. Heero followed at a somewhat more sedate pace; he saw the confused and annoyed looks on the faces of the other Slytherins, and knew that there would be trouble.
The door to the Slytherin hallway lay hidden behind a painting; one of the older boys, with an unfamiliar badge on his robes, gave the man in the painting some kind of password before the canvas swung open to reveal a wide, low-ceilinged chamber. Tables and chairs were arranged across the floor space; bookshelves lined the walls, and a steadily glowing fireplace heated and dimly lit the room. There were two stairwells, one on either side of the fireplace; the girls trekked up one staircase, and the boys another.
Re: Heero Yui and the Organization of the Zodiac
Date: 2006-02-21 06:51 am (UTC)Quatre, in the meanwhile, had found himself in a very odd position -- seated next to a ghost. He actually looked just like a student, the only difference being that he was completely silvery white and his elbow, instead of resting on the table, dropped through it. Quatre glanced over him nervously, tuning out the droning speech; he wasn't sure, but the ghost's uniform looked very out of date, now that he thought about it. Pre-Colony era, even.
"No need to stare," the ghost advised him in a friendly tone. "I'm the Hufflepuff House Ghost. You'll be seeing me around a lot."
Blushing, Quatre attempted to stammer an excuse. "I'm sorry -- I've just never seen a, that is, uh, I've never met a ghost before..."
"Diggory's the name," the ghost introduced himself. "Cedric Diggory. [9] I was a student here -- oh, must be a couple hundred years back, now. I'd shake your hand but it really wouldn't work."
For once, Quatre found himself at a loss for words. "I'm sorry?" he offered awkwardly.
"Don't be," Cedric said kindly. "Better talking to you than listening to Snellgrove's homecoming speech. He never changes it year after year and it's bloody boring to listen to."
"What's worse," sighed one of the other Hufflepuff students, "we don't get to eat until he's done."
Quatre sighed, and settled himself in for a long wait.
At the Ravenclaw table, an older boy with a prefect's badge on his robes nodded gravely to the newcomer. Trowa nodded back.
At the end of the meal the four houses separated, and each trekked back to their individual towers. Through the corridors on the way Duo stared around with seemingly boundless energy; waving at every person in the portrait who whispered as he passed, or stopping to investigate the archaic suit of armor that trekked slowly through the halls. Heero followed at a somewhat more sedate pace; he saw the confused and annoyed looks on the faces of the other Slytherins, and knew that there would be trouble.
The door to the Slytherin hallway lay hidden behind a painting; one of the older boys, with an unfamiliar badge on his robes, gave the man in the painting some kind of password before the canvas swung open to reveal a wide, low-ceilinged chamber. Tables and chairs were arranged across the floor space; bookshelves lined the walls, and a steadily glowing fireplace heated and dimly lit the room. There were two stairwells, one on either side of the fireplace; the girls trekked up one staircase, and the boys another.