Fanfic Update
LOL that picture is me! Anyway on with the update.
Writing this in a notebook is really annoying. After I jot it down I really don't want to type it up. Well I am done whining for now.
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If a Chimera could look human then she’d be a prime candidate. He bit his lip and forced his expression to stay neutral. ‘This is getting annoying’ he thought as the minutes stretched out to what seemed like an eternity and he fought to keep his composure under the intense scrutiny. Suddenly with a groan and a muffled bang the double doors at the end of the hall opened wide
At first there was only a small trickle of students, but it soon turned into a full blown crowd of chattering excited teens. All giggling and asking each other how their summers where. The crowd soon thinned as the last of the students filtered into the hall to sit at their assigned tables. The noise though didn't quiet as the military eight kept getting odd looks and whispers from behind hands. Impatience rising Ed shifted his weight onto his automail leg as the Hall's double doors swung open to reveal none other than Professor McGonagal followed by a trail of terrified first years.
Perking up slightly Ed straighten his posture, he had read about the sorting but very little was actually explained how they were sorted. There was a flash of brown out the corner of Ed eyes. He turned just in time to see the wizen old janitor, Fitch or something like that, place a patched dirty brown hat on a very small stool. Peering at the strange new object Ed knew he wasn't the only one utterly baffled by its presence.
'What do they have to pull something out of it or what?' thought Ed semi-jokingly. Just as the large rip near the base of the hat began to move. No scratch that, it began to sing. Stiffen as he was excepting an attack Ed took a half step backwards. Mustang caught Ed's reaction out of the corner of his eye and glared meaningfully down at his subordinate. Covering up his embarrassment with glare of his own Ed stepped back into formation. Luckily the student body was too busy watching the hat to notice Ed's freaked out reaction. Three calming breaths later the hat had finished its little tune and the Hawkeye-like Professor cleared her throat pointedly.
“When I call your name please come sit on the stool, I'll place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted.” She instructed very clearly to the shivering eleven-year-olds.
“Thats all?” Muttered Edward out loud. Mustang's reaction was careless shrug stating 'hey-whatever-works'. Getting bored of watching the children go one by one up to be sorted Ed stole a glance back towards the staff table. They were so different from the adults back home, like characters out a storybook. He noticed that there was a very angry looking man with pitch-black greasy looking hair, and a very hooked nose. A cheery looking woman who looked like she just got done playing in a flowerbed. Ed gave a dopey smile as he saw an extremely short little wizard perched on a pile of books to see over the table. Then he saw her, the woman from earlier. She looked like a cross between a dumpy aunt and a fat toad. Suppressing a shutter Edward looked forward just in time to see the last person be placed into a house.
The headmaster, Dumbledore stood up as the hall remained silent. Giving a loud throat clearing noise the man began to address the school.
“There is a time for tedious speeches but now is the time. Tuck in.” Right before sitting down the headmaster turned his head and gave the military a quick nod. With that the group made to sit, and judging by the sighs of relief Ed wasn't the only one getting bored. Settling themselves into their seats his group waited patiently for the food to pop up. With a flurry of color and wonderful smell dinner was served. Ed's gold eyes scanned the table excitedly seeing as he never seen this much food in one play before. Deciding on a more Xingese (dunno if that is spelt right) looking dish he reached out to help himself to some chicken and mushroom smothered in sauce. The second he grasped the silvery serving handle there was a loud terrified scream to his right. Dropping the metal handle with a clank Ed whirled towards the direction of the commotion his martial arts training taking over all his senses. Unfortunately (or was it fortunate) Ed stopped short with a sputter at the sight in front of him.
Floating right through the table was a pearly white ghost of a smiling monk. It leaned closer to the cowering Master Sgt and Warrant Officer. Ed still in is fighting pose didn't move a muscle. Sure from his reading he knew the place was haunted but he didn't think about actually meeting one up close like this.
“Having a good evening are we?” Asked the specter grinning from ear to ear despite the quivering soldiers in front of him. With a mostly unmanly squeak Kain buried his face into his room mate's arm. Poor Vato was simply too overwhelmed to even move. The world seemed to freeze for a second before a loud commanding voice rang out through the now silent hall.
“Stop scaring my subordinates!” All eyes even Ed's turned towards none other than Roy Mustang standing tall with an aura that radiated authority. The ghost monk blink a few times before turning his head back towards the still shaking Kain and Vato. He gave an apologetic bow and bit them good nigh before gliding down the table past Edward. As Edward followed the specter's progress he noticed that the entire hall's attention was focused all on them. His faced hardened into his trademark scowl as he began to glare down both the student body and other ghosts. Silently challenging them to continue staring.
“Its ok Kain the ghost is gone now.” Soothed the voice of Hawkeye behind him. Ed turned back to see Kain sheepishly un-bury his head from Vato's arm. The clicking of a lighter signaled that somebody needed a fix of nicotine, now! With some difficulty Haysman crawled out from his favorite place to hide, under the table. While all this was happening Ed allowed himself to sit down. Sighing he went back to piling food on his plate, pretending that the recent event didn't even happen.
All and all the feast didn't turn out that bad. That is until the new teachers for the year were introduced.
Popping the last bit of tart into his mouth Ed sat back enough to rub his now full stomach.
Writing this in a notebook is really annoying. After I jot it down I really don't want to type it up. Well I am done whining for now.
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If a Chimera could look human then she’d be a prime candidate. He bit his lip and forced his expression to stay neutral. ‘This is getting annoying’ he thought as the minutes stretched out to what seemed like an eternity and he fought to keep his composure under the intense scrutiny. Suddenly with a groan and a muffled bang the double doors at the end of the hall opened wide
At first there was only a small trickle of students, but it soon turned into a full blown crowd of chattering excited teens. All giggling and asking each other how their summers where. The crowd soon thinned as the last of the students filtered into the hall to sit at their assigned tables. The noise though didn't quiet as the military eight kept getting odd looks and whispers from behind hands. Impatience rising Ed shifted his weight onto his automail leg as the Hall's double doors swung open to reveal none other than Professor McGonagal followed by a trail of terrified first years.
Perking up slightly Ed straighten his posture, he had read about the sorting but very little was actually explained how they were sorted. There was a flash of brown out the corner of Ed eyes. He turned just in time to see the wizen old janitor, Fitch or something like that, place a patched dirty brown hat on a very small stool. Peering at the strange new object Ed knew he wasn't the only one utterly baffled by its presence.
'What do they have to pull something out of it or what?' thought Ed semi-jokingly. Just as the large rip near the base of the hat began to move. No scratch that, it began to sing. Stiffen as he was excepting an attack Ed took a half step backwards. Mustang caught Ed's reaction out of the corner of his eye and glared meaningfully down at his subordinate. Covering up his embarrassment with glare of his own Ed stepped back into formation. Luckily the student body was too busy watching the hat to notice Ed's freaked out reaction. Three calming breaths later the hat had finished its little tune and the Hawkeye-like Professor cleared her throat pointedly.
“When I call your name please come sit on the stool, I'll place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted.” She instructed very clearly to the shivering eleven-year-olds.
“Thats all?” Muttered Edward out loud. Mustang's reaction was careless shrug stating 'hey-whatever-works'. Getting bored of watching the children go one by one up to be sorted Ed stole a glance back towards the staff table. They were so different from the adults back home, like characters out a storybook. He noticed that there was a very angry looking man with pitch-black greasy looking hair, and a very hooked nose. A cheery looking woman who looked like she just got done playing in a flowerbed. Ed gave a dopey smile as he saw an extremely short little wizard perched on a pile of books to see over the table. Then he saw her, the woman from earlier. She looked like a cross between a dumpy aunt and a fat toad. Suppressing a shutter Edward looked forward just in time to see the last person be placed into a house.
The headmaster, Dumbledore stood up as the hall remained silent. Giving a loud throat clearing noise the man began to address the school.
“There is a time for tedious speeches but now is the time. Tuck in.” Right before sitting down the headmaster turned his head and gave the military a quick nod. With that the group made to sit, and judging by the sighs of relief Ed wasn't the only one getting bored. Settling themselves into their seats his group waited patiently for the food to pop up. With a flurry of color and wonderful smell dinner was served. Ed's gold eyes scanned the table excitedly seeing as he never seen this much food in one play before. Deciding on a more Xingese (dunno if that is spelt right) looking dish he reached out to help himself to some chicken and mushroom smothered in sauce. The second he grasped the silvery serving handle there was a loud terrified scream to his right. Dropping the metal handle with a clank Ed whirled towards the direction of the commotion his martial arts training taking over all his senses. Unfortunately (or was it fortunate) Ed stopped short with a sputter at the sight in front of him.
Floating right through the table was a pearly white ghost of a smiling monk. It leaned closer to the cowering Master Sgt and Warrant Officer. Ed still in is fighting pose didn't move a muscle. Sure from his reading he knew the place was haunted but he didn't think about actually meeting one up close like this.
“Having a good evening are we?” Asked the specter grinning from ear to ear despite the quivering soldiers in front of him. With a mostly unmanly squeak Kain buried his face into his room mate's arm. Poor Vato was simply too overwhelmed to even move. The world seemed to freeze for a second before a loud commanding voice rang out through the now silent hall.
“Stop scaring my subordinates!” All eyes even Ed's turned towards none other than Roy Mustang standing tall with an aura that radiated authority. The ghost monk blink a few times before turning his head back towards the still shaking Kain and Vato. He gave an apologetic bow and bit them good nigh before gliding down the table past Edward. As Edward followed the specter's progress he noticed that the entire hall's attention was focused all on them. His faced hardened into his trademark scowl as he began to glare down both the student body and other ghosts. Silently challenging them to continue staring.
“Its ok Kain the ghost is gone now.” Soothed the voice of Hawkeye behind him. Ed turned back to see Kain sheepishly un-bury his head from Vato's arm. The clicking of a lighter signaled that somebody needed a fix of nicotine, now! With some difficulty Haysman crawled out from his favorite place to hide, under the table. While all this was happening Ed allowed himself to sit down. Sighing he went back to piling food on his plate, pretending that the recent event didn't even happen.
All and all the feast didn't turn out that bad. That is until the new teachers for the year were introduced.
Popping the last bit of tart into his mouth Ed sat back enough to rub his now full stomach.