Fullmetal Wizard | Chapter 30
"You better not have just spit up on me, bird." Ed grumbled in Amestrian, as he reached up his left hand. The owl looked at him with it yellow eyes and clicked its beak.
It was an envelope. A rather large, yellow envelope. It wasn't very thick; it maybe, at best, contained a single sheet of paper. On the front, where the address should be, was just his name.
'Hand written by the looks of it.'He thought.
He flipped it over. On the back the envelope flap was sealed closed by a large wax seal, at the center of which was a large capital "H". Curious, he cracked the seal and opened the envelope.
The letter read as this:
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Surpreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Elric,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the date for which shall be duly advised.
Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirement attached herewith.
We very much look forward to receiving you as a part of the new generation of Hogwarts' heritage.
Sincerely.
Albus Dumbledore.
He didn't bother to read the rest, but in spite of himself, Ed cracked wide smile as he folded it back up.
"You gotta be kidding me!! School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Ed said in Amestrian, then snorted, and shook his head. "Well. At least now I have some paper to get to work on the equations."
Intent on doing just that, he headed back upstairs. Once there he headed to the room he shared with Ron and Harry, and to his complete annoyance, he couldn't find a thing to write with. He folded the envelope and stuffed it into the back pocket of his borrowed pants, and went to go search another room.
He went from one room to another, (interrupted by the annoying hourly bandage changes) ended up searching all day, and still found nothing. Only when he stomped down back into the kitchen for dinner, did he find something that vaguely resembled a writing utensil: A quill and ink bottle. They were stashed over by the hearth. At that point he really didn't care. He'd have even been happy with half-melted crayons.
With a cry of victory he grabbed them and settled into a seat at the table.
"Not at the dinner table!" Mrs. Weasley said, and deftly took them away. He graced her with his most furious scowl, but she pretended she didn't notice. She then placed before him a bowl of rich stew, which he promptly devoured. He even helped himself to seconds when his stomach rumbled noisily enough that the twins laughed at him from across the table.
The table was cleared, and he dutifully took his turn washing the dishes. Manually. Ignoring the stares and raised eyebrows as he did so, simply refusing Mrs. Weasley's offer to magic up something like automatic dish washing brushes. To him, it was simply faster to wash the way he was used to. Soon, he found himself alone once more in the kitchen.
He dried off his mismatched hands on a handy rag, and found the quill and ink. He settled himself once more at the table, and took out the envelope. He unfolded the paper to its blank side, and soon lost himself in the hum of alchemy. It's most basic of equations flowing though his mind like music, just waiting for him to coax out complex melodies.
He didn't notice the others entering the kitchen. He felt a hand on his left shoulder breifly, and he brushed it off with a flick of the quill and an annoyed half-growl. He soon reached the end of the page and flipped it over, continuing on in the blank spaces of the letter. He took out the envelope, tore it open, and continued ever on in what space he had availible. Then finally, he had to stop, as there was simply no more paper to work on.
"Tsk. Haven't even got a quarter of it calculated...Must be losing my touch.." He grumbled in Amestrian.
He put down the quill after a tap or two, and began to check his work carefully from the beginning for mistakes, rubbing at his neck bandage absently with his left living hand. After a few moments, he put the papers down completely with a disgusted bang of his metal right hand, entwined his mismatched fingers together before him, and stretched both his arms over his head. Then..he blinked.
He was not alone at the table. Not anymore.
He raised an eyebrow, and hooked his hands behind his head, looking at each person steadily. He noted that he knew most of them already, as he had seen them come and go over the past week or so. He noted that Severus Snape was not in attendance. Nor was Moody.
An old man, with a long white beard long enough to tuck into his belt noisily cleared his throat. Ed flicked his eyes in his direction, meeting and holding the blue eyes behind half moon glasses.
"Edward Elric, I presume? I have recently heard so much about you from members of the Order, but it is good to finally meet you for myself. I am Albus Dumbledore."
Ed had to blink again. The man spoke to him in flawless Amestrian.
:::
You can read the entire novel and access exclusive bonus content by subscribing to my Patreon page. Just click this link: patreon.com/sKyarcsc
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone