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April Fool's Vacation (Character: Tetsuia, Mura, Fuji, Hika)
A/N: Harry Potter/From Past to Future crossover. This is what happens when characters have control of your mindscape. >.>.
Disclaimer: I own 'From Past to Future', but J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and its castle and its characters and any other related things to Harry Potter like fangirls, fanguys, fanwomen, fanowl, fandog, etc. I also do not own othe
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A library. Filled with hundreds, possibly thousands, of books. The bookshelves were made of a pale brown wood, yew to be exact and the walls were made of a red brick. There were five green-thatched comfortable-looking sofa chairs in the center of the library with the bookshelves radiating around this small circle. A round table was situated at the center, several books with covers of various colors sitting on it.
Four of the five chairs were already occupied.
"Where shall we go now?" The long black-haired Fujitaki simply rose a hand into the air, delicate fingers with their red-painted nails pointed behind her. A book slowly floated to her hand where her fingers grasped it. Opening the book, she slouched downwards, her simple black dress wrinkling at her stomach and pushing the fabric above the level of her average-sized chest.
The raven-haired Tetsuia, sitting to the right of the girl, answered her question as a book, almost magnetically repelled, flew back to the shelf from whence it came. His lips moved entrancingly, the words melodic, "Maybe...pokemon." Yes, Tetsuia could make the word "Pokemon" sound dignified. Dropping the book with a whisk of his hand onto the table, his eyes widened as a dust cloud moved outwards and debris diving into his black tuxedo. A snapping of the fingers was the only warning that the binded pile of paper had before it burst into flame and ended up in ash. Of course, the book was returned back to its proper place, but Tetsuia had to alleviate his anger by destroying the object of his ire for ruining his only good suit.
To the right of Tetsuia, a white-haired Hika had his head down on the table, pinning down an unlucky book which was struggling to get away from the slight amounts of drool pouring out from the corner of Hika's lips. The texture of the old book made a similar shape into Hika's pale rosy delicate features, his nose and his cheek being the most affected. Sky blue robes wrapped around his sleeping small frame, muffling small incoherent comments he made in sleep.
Finally to the right of Hika sat a black-haired silent Mura, quiet as usual. His hair still had hints of the light greys of an old man, but his face was clearly young: no more older than the child sleeping next to him. Brown eyes stared deeply at the musical score in the book, occasionally closing his eyes to contemplate. In a way, Mura was just as unaware as Hika of the conversation between Fujitaki and Tetsuia, deeply entranced with the musical notes dancing on the pages. His purple-dress shirt, on his small yet taller-than-Hika frame, barely moved with his breathing as it covered the top of his dress pants.
(will start writing)
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