I Dont Think A Simple Reparo is going to Cut It

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Golden eyes examined the classroom with amusement, the plain wooden chairs straightened up and dancing with another, the large oaken desk that had once belonged to a teacher was standing at the front of the class its wooden peg legs were acting as arms as it was almost instructing the dancing chairs through their routine.
  A smile slid across his golden tanned face, hogwarts was already a massive difference from the more militaristic style of Durmstrang, he slid a hand through his shoulder length black hair the beads that were breaded into some strands of his hair clattered against each other sending a soothing feeling through him. He eyed the dancing chairs before allowing his wand to slip into his hand from his robes sleeve, his well manicured finger nails glinting in the candle light as he casually waved his wand.

 "Finite" his voice coming out in a smooth command, the tone expressing confidence, the figure stood at five foot five inches and was rather slender, his raven black hair had golden colored streaks in the strands of hair that were braided with solid beads with odd looking hieroglyphs on them. Twisting and flicking his wand he muttered a quick "Wingardium Leviosa", watching silently as the hold of his magic slid across the wide group of chairs splitting them apart and moving them to both sides of the classroom.
  He looked back to the large oaken desk, his face split into a rather evil smile a vicious look across his face almost marring his handsome face.

"Immobolus" the oak desk stopped immediatly standing on its bottom leg pegs while its top ones were spread as if it had just been conducting, his wand didnt stop moving as it rolled straight into another wand motion calling out "Flagrate" Allowing a long thing whip of flame to flow from the end of his wand, snapping it out with practiced ease he sent it flying towards the oaken desk leaving a large black charred mark across the bottom side of the drawers.
  He pulled his wand back before allowing the fiery whip to flow around him spinning around and laying across the cobblestone floor. His golden snake like eyes examining the room around him, he flicked his wand with a wide counterclockwise circle before jerking it up and to the right allowing the flaming whip to follow with an elegant grace.

 "Alarte Ascendare" he called out the light blue spell hit the stunned teachers desk sending it shooting into the air slamming against the roof with a large crash, he snapped his wand up allowing the flaming whip to circle around the desk before ripping it back towards the ground with a vicious pull, grinning as the desk split in half before slamming into the floor with a rather large bang. He allowed the spell to fade and watched as the flaming whip seemed to almost fall off his wand melting into the floor to disappear leaving a black scorch mark upon the cobblestone floor.

"Reparo" the desk flew together once more before he caste a quick Finite, allowing the stunning spell and animation spell to cease upon the large furniture. Levitating the desk back to its original place he eyed the roof and grimaced.

"I don't think a simple Reparo is going to cut it for this...." He eyed the large chunks of sealing tile missing, he swore he could almost see into the room above this. The sudden silence was what allowed him to focus his hearing, allowing him to hear the sudden breathing that was not his own. His eyes widened as he spun around pointing his wand at the place he heard the breathing, behind a rather large pile of stacked chairs.

"Come Out" he called, his voice slightly wavering and his slitted golden eyes shown with fear at being discovered using such 'questionable' dueling ferocity.

The anniversary of her parent's death was a special day for Hiroku. True, she did have a part in it, but Japan was a traditional country and tradition required Hiroku to respect their memories and give thanks that they had brought her into this world. So, instead of going to classes, Hiroku had spent the day deep in the Forbidden Forest, sitting out in the sun as she picnicked, talking to the only photo that she had of the people who gave her life.

As the sun went past the halfway mark, Hiroku rushed back to the school. She had no wish to be caught in the Forest when night fell. Especially now that she had drained her Blood Lust for another month or so. Stopping just inside the doors, Hiroku panted, catching her breath. Moving quietly, she looked down the hallway that would lead her under Hogwarts. Poking her tongue out at said entrance to Hogwarts bowels, the pink-haired girl decided find a nice place for her to relax and have a little cat-nap.

Upon finding and entering the empty classroom she had first chanced to see Isaiah Young in, Hiroku beamed. It was perfect. Dragging some chairs to a secluded corner, she spread out her robe, rolled up her jacket and went to sleep. 

And it was a few hours later that the short girl was brought back to wakefulness when a series of loud noises surrounded her. Blinking stupidly, she rubbed at her eyes, her foot accidentally shifting and nudging the stack of chairs that hid her. Breathing in sharply, Hiroku looked up at the pile, giving a sigh a relief when it refused to fall over.

However, when a smooth, male voice demanded"Come out!", Hiroku squeaked a little. Mind still more than half asleep, Hiroku peeked around the chairs like a frightened little mouse. Coupled with large grey eyes and a fist still rubbing her right eye, Hiroku never looked more like a child than she had at this point.
"Nani..." she mumbled, a yawn overcoming her face.
"Wazat goin' on?"

Nessmont groaned, golden eyes rolling at the pretty girl he idly noted as she rubbed sleep out of her eyes. Her almost slurred response only added to his opinion that the girl had been asleep behind one of the numerous stacks of chairs, he cursed, how stupid that he hadn't even thought to check the room before he began his practice.
  It seemed that the new atmosphere of less hostility from Durmstrang to Hogwarts was lowering his sense of self-preservation. He knew that it didn't matter what school one went to if you revealed to much then one could no longer be underestimated the next time. It had been a strange experience in his rush to use the language charm and attempt to learn every scrap of English he could.

His mind wandered to the entrance exams he had to take in order to place in Hogwarts, the curriculum was certainly more lenient than Durmstrang. Imagine, being able to continue to check out books on a subject if one failed a course, it seemed like such a waste of time. Allowing a person known as a failure in a subject to continue taking out books on the subject to prevent someone who could actually use the information was infuriating to him.
 He shook his head briefly, he was getting distracted,  he needed to focus on the here and the now, and right now, there was a girl who needed to be addressed.
 
His golden snake like eyes examined the girl, Asian by the looks of her, pink hair while extreme he had seen weirder things in his life, hmm she had mentioned 'Nani' which from his very limited experience in a muggle story called Naruto would mean What, so that should be Japanese. eying the crest on her robes quickly made him grimace, Slytherin's were known for their bullying first and cunning second, ether thought made him pause.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your rest, miss. I was in here practicing thinking i was the only one here, i am deeply sorry for disturbing your rest" Nessmont's head bowed shamefully body tilting entering a slight bow. He straightened up as he ran a hand through his hair, the beads in his hair clacking wildly sending a soothing feeling through him, allowing a natural smile to spread across his face.

"My name is Nessmont Serapion miss, I am in fact a transfer student from Durmstrang it is an honor to meet you" he said bowing gracefully once more. Sure, he was known to lay it on a little thick from time to time but appearances were everything and it helped get what one wanted so long as it was done right.

Waving a hand as she crawled out of the nest she had made for herself, Hiroku felt some of her brain power returning. Well, sort of, she mused to herself as she tripped over her robe and landed at the feet of the white haired, golden eye-woah. Did he have snake eyes?

"Mah, na?" she grinned, not moving from her position on the ground, looking up at him.
"I have been asleep for a while. My name's Hiroku."
Getting up, Hiroku looked around, noticing the damage around the room. Raising an eyebrow, she lifted her hands into the air, stretching.
"Durmstrang? You are a long way from home, if you have come to Hogwarts from there." Hiroku noted, absentmindedly running her hands through her hair to get rid of tangles.

"But, your name is not Russian... nor do you look it?" Cocking her head quizzically, Hiroku felt her heart beat a little faster when he looked at her with his slitted eyes. Ok. So maybe she had a little thing for the demon looking types. So her last crush had been a man who literally was a snake. No, seriously. He shed his skin every three months. It was like he had sunburn but without the burn.
And this boy, with his white hair, golden eyes and tan skin was very much her definition of a good-looking man. Not to mention he was in the house of blue, which according to everyone she had met, was the house for smarts. Good looking and smart. Super ikemen crush, here we come.

Looking up at the ceiling, Hiroku grinned wryly at him.
"So, what were you doing in here anyway?"

"A Long Way From home" he grimaced viably, before his face slid back into a collected mask. Yes, he was far, half way around the world almost in fact. He shook his head, the beads in his hair clacking together nosily and a soothing feeling filled him once more, he smiled his beads were his best work.
  He eyed the girl, playing with the idea of what to reveal and what not too, well she had him caught one way or another, although she seemed friendly enough. No, his control tightened upon his face, he knew better then most that people while seemingly different were mostly all the same.
   But alas, he knew he had come to Hogwarts to get away from his rather harsh views, he dealt with his loose ends while he was still at that god forsaken school and he had left, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was to close and had to many people with contacts to Durmstrang to be safe, so he had left to Hogwarts and England, the farthest he could go from Durmstrang....and home.

"Practicing, mostly charms, although i was a bit....over eager" he said as he slowly looked to the whole in the ceiling, how was he gonna repair this, or would he just leave it for Filch to find and rant about. He had only met the man briefly but he had left a sour taste in his mouth almost as much as the half-blood caretaker in durmstrang who had a thing against people 'pretending' to be purebloods as most had always said to him.
  But it was hard to argue the young Serapion had money, his robes made of Acromantula silk, his shoes made of dragon hide and well his wand was the best money could buy. The large ankh necklace around his neck made of gold seemed to be a larger clue of his expensive tastes.

"You have any ideas? I figure you could help me out well, because seeing how you were in here one may slip and say you weren't to quick to inform the new student what he was allowed and not allowed to do" He said his face the picture of pure innocence with a smile across his face as he shuffled his feet briefly showing an image of insecurity, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint.

 "So? Care to Help? Hiroku-chan?" he grinned at the tact on add on, the main character in Naruto used to always call his crush that he thought with a grin.

Oh yes. Yes yes yes yes yes. This one was definitely good with his words. And he called her chan. Hiroku felt herself turning into the little fangirl she harbored inside except for when she was in the presence of men like this Nessmont person.
Looking at his clothes, she summarized that he was wealthy. Or came from a wealthy family. Good genes, Hiroku thought, nodding to herself. Sensei's going to kill me. Abruptly deciding this, the pink-haired shortie decided to give into her inner-fangirl. Not that there was much of a choice. Inner-fangirl usually won in the end.

Turning to look at Nessmont with hearts for eyes, Hiroku beamed.
"Unfortunately Nessmont-kun, my strengths do not lie in housework. But perhaps if one of us levitated those pieces of ceiling up, we could glue them back to place?" Looking doubtfully up, Hiroku frowned. Housework was usually left to the healers and priestesses back home.
"Or maybe we could just leave it for those... elves to find. They are the ones who clean Hogwarts up, ne?"
Shrugging, she bent down and picked up her belongings.

"So, Nessmont-kun..." she trailed off, suddenly unsure. Oh the curse of being a fangirl. You never known when your brain may take leave.
"What brings you to Hogwarts? I have never seen anything quite like your beads before."
How one related to the other, she did not know. But through her rosey, love induced haze, Hiroku really didn't care.

Nessmont smiled. All the ideas listed by the girl were thoughts he had but they did have their merits, perhaps it was best just to leave this to someone Else's day. Not like they could really tell who did it unless someone had caught him here in the act.

 'Somebody did' his mind supplied unhelpfully, he brushed the thought away as fast as it came, the girl seemed at least interested in him, if he played his cards right she would have no reason to rat him out to the professors or the squib of a caretaker he thought viciously.
 While it was true he came from Durmstrang he had gone to the school with no one knowing of his true history, something he had gone through great lengths to conceal even from his ever helpful brother figure Eisen. In most peoples opinions at Durmstrang there was nothing worse then going to a pureblood school and 'pretending that you were pureblood.  When you had a last name none recognized most thought you were faking, even if you had more purity then they did.

The downside of course, through all of Durmstrang and his bullying was that Nessmont did carry the same hatred that most Purebloods had, while not as harsh towards muggleborns as they were after all still magical, Muggles and Squibs were the target of his hatred.

"I had a bit of a falling out with a few students at Durmstrang and it was needless to say, no longer safe for me their anymore. As for the beads, they were my fourth year final term project for Charms and Arithmancy that got me a Master in both subjects for that year." he noticed the frown of confusion on her face before he realized his slip up.

"Right, umm, Durmstrang is graded differently then here. for passing grades there is Novice, Journeyman, and Master. It is merely different ways to express your level of understanding of the subject. These beads have a permanent calming charm embedded into them, and i have them so they activate when they clatter together. Its a nifty thing i learned from... well a friend's book." he trailed off, his golden snake like eyes moving from her's taking in the rest of the room, a hurt look passed his face before it faded to a blank smile not reaching his eyes.

"I take it you have been at Hogwarts for a while? Don't suppose you could help a new student with a tour?" he asked kindly, eyes shining in the torch light of the room.

(OOc- Sorry i took so long Hiroku, was visiting family and my grandmother is still old fashioned with no internet's i was irritated. But i am Back !)