Oh, and to you north american residents reading this: What you call "soccer" the rest of the world calls "Football." Therefore, Ken is a Footballer in this fic. Not a Soccer player. Get it? Got It? Good.
All of the first years and the transfer students gathered together around Hagrid once they disembarked the train. Ken and Omi spotted Nagi among the group but they did what they could to avoid him. Among them, voices murmured about where they hoped to be sorted. Omi silently wished that he would be sorted into Gryffindor where he at least knew a few people. And with a lot of luck Ken would be with him too.
They were all lined up and waiting for their names to be called. Evidently the process was that when your name was called, you were to go sit on the stool and the Sorting Hat would be placed on your head. Ron had warned him that the hat talked to you so Omi doubted he would be too startled. Once the hat told you where you were to be sorted, you were to go down to that particular table and sit in an empty seat. Harry, Hermione, and Ron promised they would save a seat for him in case he did make it into Gryffindor.
He was pulled out of his reverie by "Ken Hidaka."
Ken calmly left Omi's side as Omi pondered how he managed to look so calm. He sat down on the stool and the hat was placed on his head. Immediately Ken's eyes widened.
"An assassin are you?" the hat said to him. "Now THAT'S something we haven't had yet. You're too hardened to be in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff but maybe Slytherin...? No, you've had your taste of all the greatness you've wanted, haven't you? Therefore I think you would best be put in 'RAVENCLAW'!"
The Ravenclaws all stood up to applaud and yell. They hadn't ever gotten a transfer student in their house.
Ken walked to the table and took the first available chair.
A few more first years were called out and then it came Nagi's turn. "Another assassin? You've had it tough, haven't you?" the sorting hat said. "Wow you're a cutie...Well, maybe things will turn around for you if I put you in GRYFFINDOR!"
A few others were sorted and Omi knew that it was almost his turn. His name was called and he went to sit down. On the way there he surveyed the room and saw many familiar faces at the teachers' table. Some with grins and some with smirks...and Aya with his trademark frown. Just where was Farfarello? That was all this nice happy get together was missing.
"Well now, a THIRD assassin? This must be Hogwarts' lucky year."
"Lucky?" Omi muttered under his breath. "If no one gets hurt it could be lucky."
"Concerned about others are you? You've had a tragic past and the only group I think that would give you the kind of family surrounding you need is 'GRYFFINDOR'!"
Omi blinked as he heard the thunderous applause. He hadn't even needed to ask to go to Gryffindor. He went to sit down with Ron, Hermione, and Harry as the whole table seemed to beam at him. They all looked so kind and friendly. If Schwarz dared to hurt any of them....
Ken found a seat next to some athletic looking boys his own age.
"Hey! Welcome to Ravenclaw! Name's Sean." one boy introduced himself.
"Ken Hidaka." Ken replied. "I don't suppose Ravenclaw has a football (we’re internationalizing it) team?"
"Football? What's that?" another boy asked.
"It's a muggle sport. Like Quidditch on the ground with one ball and one net each." Sean explained.
"Quidditch? What's that?" Ken asked. Sean went on to explain everything about the game. Ken's eyes went wide as he imagined the poor goalie who had to defend three nets from four balls until he learned that only one of them would be used to score.
"So what football position do you usually play?" Sean asked at the end.
"Goaltender."
"Are you any good?"
"I'm a professional."
"Got a broom?"
"Broom?" Ken stared at Sean. "Where can I get one? Can anyone teach me how to ride?"
"Sure! How about right before breakfast tomorrow? Until you get your own you can use one of the school’s, although they’re pretty bad, or you could use one of ours while the remainder of us coach you from the air." Sean looked Ken over. "But you look like a quick study. We shouldn’t have much of a problem with you."
All talk stopped as the food appeared on the table. Quite literally... appeared on the table. As in out of nowhere. Ken blinked. He couldn’t imagine himself ever growing accustomed to this. Of course once he looked at it a bit closer, and smelled it a bit further... he realized that it really wasn’t that important and the main thing to do at a position such as this was to eat to his little heart’s content.
Omi was thrilled. He had never felt this wanted before. His work in Weiss put him in places that the rest of Weiss were absolutely thrilled he was there, but they moreover wanted him there because it was that or they would never know if the enemy was about to come around the corner. So nice to be wanted for the safety of others. Does wonders for an ego.
There was only one thing ruining this little picture of true bliss in his life that he could see from his vantage point... which coincidentally happened to be sitting right across from him shooting little daggers at him with his eyes.
"Omi! I’m so glad you made in into Gryffindor! Although I was almost positive you would anyway!" Hermione beamed at him.
"Dom-thank you Hermione!" he absolutely loved this feeling! In fact, he liked it so much, he was just going to ignore the glaring fifteen year old across from him.
"Anyway Omi, have you met Nagi Naoe (NAOE!!! SEE THAT?! NAOE!!!! Okay, Murase Askua signing out now ^_^()) yet? He’s from Japan too!" Ron added.
Scratch that. "Ano... we may have crossed paths once or twice." Omi suggested tentatively.
Nagi gave a slight smirk. "I think I kept seeing you when you were at a bad time... running into walls, throwing things at people..."
Suddenly Omi slapped his hand to his neck. Was it his imagination or did something just hit him there? All over his face he felt little... pings. And there was something blocking the flow of air in his nose. He couldn’t help himself. The mashed potatoes looked so inviting... and he was a good aim.
Meanwhile everyone at his part of the table was wondering where all the peas were coming from.
Split second action and the potatoes were in the air, and then all over Nagi’s robe. Nagi glared and reached for a huge handful of peas, heaving them at Omi but slightly overthrowing... getting the blonde boy at the other table. It seemed Nagi needed to perfect his aim.
In less then ten seconds the whole room was in an uproar.
Draco Malfoy had been enjoying his first big feast back at Hogwarts when it was so rudely interrupted by something flung at the back of his head by someone at the Gryffindor table. He didn't even have to look to see who it was. It had to be either Potter or Weasley. It didn't matter which one. He brushed out his hair, and caught a few peas in between his fingers. Peas. PEAS. Potter and/or Weasley had thrown PEAS at him! He signaled Crabbe and Goyle and grabbed the gravy. He stood up, turned around, and dumped it on Potter.
Crabbe and Goyle threw Scalloped potatoes at anyone within reach.
Yohji and Aya had found seats at the Staff table, with Persia and Dumbledore to their right, and Snape and McGonagall to their left. When the food appeared on the table, Yohji helped himself to some mashed potatoes and roast beef. Aya just sat there.
"What was Hogwarts like when you were a student?" He asked.
"Pretty much the same." Yohji replied. "Except I was sitting over there instead of here." He pointed towards the Gryffindor table, where the food fight was just breaking out.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, a bit louder. A few more teachers brought their attention to the food fight.
"What are they doing?" Aya glared.
"A food fight.. that takes me back.." Yohji put a bit of spuds on his spoon, and flicked them at Aya. They landed on his cheek.
"Lighten up." He said. Aya sweatdropped, and flicked the spuds back in Yohji's general direction, missed, and ended up hitting Persia's shoulder instead.
Aya's face went as red as his hair, and Yohji bit his lower lip to try and keep from laughing. Persia looked at the two and sighed. Then he brushed the spuds off his jacket.
Dumbledore smiled slightly and rolled his eyes. "Let's end this before the place becomes a complete mess, shall we?" He said simply. By this time, no student was eating. He stood on his chair.
"Excuse me!" Dumbledore raised his voice slightly.
"Since it doesn't appear that you're hungry, I see no need to waste such good food." He waved his wand, and the food disappeared.
"You will now return to your dormitories."
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