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foreheadface · 8 years ago

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Apollo Justice: Ace Wizards: Chapter 4 under the cut~ c:

Here’s Chapter 4~ no one’s going to see this because its like 2 o’clock but yunno. dfgh

please tell me if you see any grammatical errors or mistakes. Thanks~

Apollo was up at 5:00, on the dot. Again.

It isn’t like he’s even trying at this point. Breakfast was at 7. Waking up two hours earlier than everyone else was so stupid. The day ahead of him was going to be long.

Before leaving the dorms, he attempted to wake Klavier, but the boy just slapped Apollo’s wrist away and rolled over. Apollo had sighed and looked up a first-year charm to make a candle flicker the moment Klavier became late. Hopefully, it worked if it came to that…

The Great Hall was barely bustling with people when he got down there but Apollo did see one familiar face.

“Hey, Apollo! Over here!!” Athena was standing and waving one of her arms wildly at him, so much so that Apollo felt himself blush from minor embarrassment. Thankfully, there weren’t a lot of people in the Great Hall yet.

“H-Hi, Athena. Why are you here so early?” He said, sitting down across from her.

“Look who’s talking? You look ready to take the world by storm!” She held up a thumbs-up sign to Apollo. “But that’s good, because we have a long day ahead of us,” Athena said, playing with her pigtail.

“What do you mean?” asked Apollo. “We have four classes today. With breaks in between, I might add. Kids in the Muggle world would kill for this!”

Athena grinned at him. “Kids in the Muggle world don’t know the first thing about Wizard schools. Lucky for you, I’m here!” The enthusiasm was radiating from Athena’s face. Guess she really means it…

“Our first class is First Year Potions, which is pretty extreme…” She said pointing to a folded bit of parchment she laid out on the table.

Apollo blinked. “How can any of the first year classes be extreme? We’re just getting started.”

“But it’s all about the teacher, isn’t it?? I’ve heard of her and they say she’s dastardly. Fails you on the spot if you do anything wrong, like make a measly mistake in her class.”

“Her?”

Athena rolled her eyes. “You are such a muggle! Did you even read the schedule??? Our first class is Potions! With Professor Von Karma!!! She’s awful. I also heard she whips students sometimes. She’s also the head of Slytherin House. Bleh.” Athena shuddered.

“Wait, she whips kids?! Like, with a bullwhip??” At least, that was the only thing Apollo wanted to hear. He didn’t even want to think getting something wrong in a class, of all things.

“No! Well, I don’t know. It’s just what I’ve heard. Oh! And History of Magic is awful too. Professor Payne’s gonna be pretty boring. Defense Against the Dark Arts seems promising, though! I’ve never actually heard of this guy before….”

Apollo took the schedule from his bag and unfolded the parchment. “Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Phoenix Wright… Huh… What does that entail?”

“Hm?” Athena looked down the page at when Apollo was pointing and then nodded. “Oh! All witches and wizards need to learn how to defend themselves from creatures or spells meaning to do us harm! Every student at this school takes that class, every year. Though, they must have changed teachers recently because I don’t know who that is, and no one I know has ever mentioned him. Well- no adults, anyway…”

“So you don’t recognize his name? It’s kind of a weird one…”

Athena smirked. “And ‘Apollo Justice’ isn’t a strange name? When you were called for sorting, I could have sworn you were at least a half-blood wizard based on your name!”

“Really? Why would you have guessed that?” And why did your blood status even matter? Athena fiddled with the crescent shaped earring again. “I don’t know… Blood status is just important here… I don’t know why though… It’s not like there’s really even a reason for it… Even grown-ups talk about it a lot.”

Students began trickling into the great hall and Apollo spotted a few owls dropping letters from the ceiling. A grey one swooped down to perch beside Athena with a brown envelope in its mouth. Athena smiled at it and patted its head, to which the little owl leaned into happily. “Thanks, Ponco!” The owl chirped happily.

Athena took the envelope and immediately opened it and smiled.

Another letter dropped in front of Apollo but upon inspection, he noticed that it wasn’t addressed to him. Instead, it was addressed to Klavier. When Apollo reached out to touch it, Athena blocked him. “Apollo, don’t!”

“W-What?”

“That’s a howler. Boy, do I feel awful for the poor soul who received that, today.” She sighed. “It’s only the first day of school. How can anyone’s parents send a howler this early?”

“What’s a howler?”

“Hallo, you two! Cool candle trick, Forehead!” Apollo and Athena looked up to see Klavier sit down across from them at the Hufflepuff table. Apollo rolled his eyes. “You aren’t anywhere near late, you shouldn’t have even known about the candle.”

Klavier shrugging his shoulders. “I saw you do it before you left.”

“But you were asleep! How-“

“What’s this?” He picked up the envelope on the table, to which Athena squeaked. Both boys’ heads jerked towards her. “Athena! Are you trying to make me go deaf?” winced Klavier.

“I’m sorry, but those are just soooo loud… And not the least bit pleasant.” She bowed her head, again playing with her earring. “S-Sorry, Klavier. My owl just dropped it.”

Klavier stared at the red envelope in his hand and nodded. “Wouldn’t say I’m very surprised…”

“W-who’s it from?” Apollo asked reluctantly.

Klavier rolled his eyes. “Who else could it be from?” He sighed and went to open it but Athena shoved her hand across the table, stopping him. “C-Can’t you open it later? People are starting to come in and-“

“When should I open it, Athena?” Klavier bit back, uncharacteristically. “If I wait for later and put it in my bag, it’ll burn my books out of impatient spite. I might as well get it over with. Besides, there aren’t even a lot of people here yet. That means, less people will hear.”

Apollo blinked. “It’s just a letter. Plus it’s the first day of classes. It can’t possibly be that bad.”

Klavier closed his eyes and sighed loudly. “It’s not just a letter, Forehead. It’s a howler.” He said, pinching his nose slightly. Then, Klavier began to rip the envelope open. Before Apollo or Athena could say a word to stop him, a red letter flew out of the red envelope and into the air until it was face-high with Klavier. He rolled his eyes at it and stared it down, crossing his arms in front of him. “What can you say to me that you haven’t already, Kris?” he muttered.

”Klavier, how dare you make a mockery of this family?” The letter exclaimed in a booming voice, as if it were answering Klavier’s exact question. It went on.

“Hufflepuff? Really? You know you could have chosen a more respectable house! At least Gryffindor like Crescend, you narrow-minded child. Do you know what father would say? Or mother, even? Ich sollte nicht einmal sagen, wie enttäuscht ich schon bin.”

Klavier blinked, his features stone-faced, and sighed at the letter, giving no reaction. “Are you done?”

“Auf Wiedersehen.“ Then the letter flipped over in a bowing motion and burst into flames. Klavier immediately began to obsessively brush the ash off of the table with his hand, as if he didn’t want someone to find evidence of a Howler later. Athena exhaled. “That was a lot calmer than I originally expected…“

Klavier shrugged. “Ja, that’s my brother for you. Calm as a bloody living room rug.“ Apollo raised an eyebrow, “I know the Slytherin thing is a prestige thing but why is your brother so mad about it? The houses are, in the end, a personality thing, right?“

Klavier’s ice blue eyes were scanning the lines in the oak table intently. “Since the majority of the Gavins are in Germany, we’re the representatives of the Gavins here. And since it’s only us…” He shook his head. “Kristoph’s always been obsessed with glory. He’s always wanted us to seem just as prestigious as the other pureblooded families… Or even more so. I just think it’s stupid.

“I mean,” Klavier went on. “If I ever become famous for anything, I hope it’s for what I do and not for who my parents and grandparents are, ja? Kris is the other way around.“

Apollo’s brows scrunched up in thought. Kristoph was not sounding like ’older brother of the year’, here. Hopefully, Klavier would forget about all of that stuff his brother said when they finally went to their first class.

Unfortunately, the three were only met with more German.

“Ach! The lot of you! Sit down!“ The woman at the front of the large dark room encouraged impatiently. Her accent was thick. The dungeons were freezing cold, even for very early September. Apollo spotted students with blue striped ties also in the class. Apollo took a look around, making eye contact with Clay, who shot the group a huge grin.

Athena and Klavier walked in front of Apollo and grabbed seats in the second row. Apollo followed and set his bag down, gently, but his head shot up hearing the woman’s aggressive voice addressing them… Or, just Klavier.

“Gavin! You’re late! This does not make a very good first impression! 5 points from Hufflepuff for each of you!“

Athena’s happy-go-lucky demeanor visually changed. “WHAT? There’s still at least ten minutes until class actually starts!“

“10 points for Miss Cykes’s speaking out of turn! Do not make me take 20!“ She snapped. “Now sit down!“

Athena’s mouth dropped open. She turned to Apollo, her eyes wide. Apollo blinked. She isn’t going to be the most fun, is she? He thought, stressfully.

The woman walked to the front of the room, leaning on her podium and large cauldron. She looked over all the students in the class and clicked her tongue.

“As you should already know, this is an introductory Potions course. You will not learn everything, but you will know enough to move up to my next class, Potions II. You will not fail but you may not excel, this is not an easy class.” She paused and smirked.

“My name is Professor Franziska von Karma. Before any of you even ask, I did teach at the school in Germany for a very short time when I went abroad after I graduated from here, but I thought Hogwarts was more promising and suited for my tastes so I came back.” Apollo shuddered at the word ‘promising.’

“I do not give out participation points or extra credit of any kind. I expect you to do better than your best in this class or your marks will reflect your poor effort if you, the student, so chooses. Homework must be turned in at the beginning of class- I will not go easy on you! I expect you to write every lecture down on parchment and I do not have extra quills if you forgot your own so do not even ask me.

“Also, Ravenclaws! Just because you were sorted into that house does not mean you will do better in my class than anyone else here! If you do not do exactly as I say, you will fail- for I only run perfect classes. If you fail, it is solely on you.” Apollo saw Clay slump his shoulders from the corner of his eye. “Now take your Magical Drafts and Potions books out of your bags if you haven’t already and we shall get started, yes? Turn to page 60 und we begin reading the chapter. Then, we commence classroom safety when dealing with potent and dangerous potions.”

Apollo inhaled, doing as he was told. School was school, magical or not.

Last period couldn’t come quick enough. The hour-long breaks between classes made the day longer, albeit more enjoyable. The first day had been brutal and Apollo saw it on all of his friends’ faces.

Potions had ended with the assignment of a research essay on minor healing potions due the following week. Then History of Magic happened and that probably went worse than Professor Von Karma’s class had.

Professor Payne was old and boring as Athena said earlier… He was surprisingly sprightly and agile, though, and attempted to be just as forceful as Von Karma had been but failed in his execution.

By the end of class, he had revealed himself to be less strict, more jumpy, and really unsure of himself. He assigned no homework, on account of slipping on the floor when trying to assign a reading passage and his toupee coming completely off. The students had laughed and he had let them go fifteen minutes early.

Charms class came and went quicker than History of Magic, thankfully. Professor Hawthorne was sweet and spiritual. She taught the class how to make feathers hover a few inches off of the table and was ecstatic when they were succeeded. Charms class may be Apollo’s favorite class so far.

That is until he walked into Classroom No. 3C after lunch for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Klavier seemed brighter than he had been that morning and happily marched into the room with a wide grin.

“Why are you so happy, all of a sudden?” giggled Athena.

“Pay attention, fraulein, it’s the last class of the day. After this, we have about three hours to explore the grounds before dinner!” He grabbed a seat in the second row of the room and pulled a chair out for Apollo who was behind him. “Aren’t you excited?”

Actually, Apollo kind of was. The castle was huge and the grounds were beautiful. As long as they could find their way back to the Great Hall for dinner, Apollo had no qualms about exploring.

“Of course!” Exclaimed Athena. “It’ll be awesome! I also wanna stop by the library later. And a few of the hallways we haven’t walked through…. Annnnddd…”

“Where do you want to explore, Forehead?” Klavier said, interrupted Athena’s rambling.

“Hm?” Apollo turned to Klavier and blinked. “Oh… uhhhh…” He scratched his neck. “A-Actually. We have a lot of homework, don’t we? Professor Von Karma assigned that essay on healing potions. We haven’t even had Defense Against the Dark Arts yet. Should we really be exploring and wasting time this soon in the year? I don’t want my grade to drop so early and-“

“You worry too much, Forehead. Live a little!” Klavier chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Besides, Clay’s meeting us after class anyways and he wants to explore too! What’s the big deal?”

“Maybe I don’t want to get more points taken away from our house, Klavier,” Apollo pointed out. “Between the two of you, we’ve lost like twenty points, today alone. And, like I’ve already said, we have loads of homework. I’d rather not get on Von Karma’s bad sides during the first week of school.”

Klavier pushed his bangs back while leaning so far back in his chair, it was practically balancing on its back legs. “How safe you are, Forehead. We aren’t going to get in trouble if we merely explore the grounds. No one will care as long as we find our way back before dinner or curfew.” He grinned toothily at Apollo. “Just don’t worry about it.”

The room began to get louder as more and more kids begin to fill it. Apollo checked the ancient looking clock on the wall and counted five minutes past. He cringed. The Professor was five minutes late to his own class, whoever he was.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and Apollo thought he heard some heavy breathing. He was surprised when he turned around.

An out of breath man with dark spiky hair wearing blue robes holding a briefcase leaned up against the arch of the doorway. He was huffing out heavy breaths, as if he’d been running. As Apollo looked around the room, everyone else was looking in the same direction. The man wheezed.

“E-Er… Professor-“ A Gryffindor in the front-left side of the room said. “A-Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just-just give me a sec…” He said, coughing and then muttering, “God, I’m out of shape. Miles is always telling me so…” He coughed again before standing up straight and walking into the classroom, setting his briefcase on the brown desk. “Maybe I took too long for lunch…”

Apollo watches him in wonder. This was the guy from the train, Phoenix Wright, and he still didn’t look much like a professor.

Wright took his wand from his lapel and muttered something, making his name magically appear on the blackboard. Then he looked up to his students.

“Well, you all look like an exciting bunch.” He walked in front of his desk to lean against it. ”I’m Professor Phoenix Wright. I’m the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and I hope to be here for a long time,” his tone was light and laid-back, which felt like a breath of fresh air after Von Karma and Payne. “Actually, ah…” he chuckled nervously glancing away from the crowd to the walls behind them. “This is really my first time teaching so I’m a smidge nervous. I’ve been an Auror for the past few years, so I’m a little out of my element, so I you all go easy on me. ”

Apollo smiled. Ah… So Wright is new too…

“Basically, our workload is this: we’ll do some bookwork and maybe a couple of essays on situational technique throughout the year, but I’ll mostly be teaching you the physical aspects of basic magical defense.” He smiled. “You’ll learn to defend yourself with basic offensive spells, but enough about that for now. It’s the first day of class and according to your schedules, you’ll have me tomorrow morning anyway.”

Apollo smiled to himself. Professor Wright seemed… Really nice. Fatherly, even, almost Dhurke-like.

He continued. “So, the first spell that I’ll be teaching you all is the most basic of defense: the disarming spell. Technically, it’s a charm,” he said, suddenly looking at a paper on his desk. “-buuut it’s the only thing on my lesson plan as of now and may not be on Professor Hawthorne’s. Plus, she’s a pretty nonviolent person anyways,” he notes with a smiled.

Is it just me or is your lesson plan that crumpled peice of paper?

“The disarming charm forces your opponent to release whatever they are holding in their hands, so if you ever think about joining the Dueling club on campus or ever get into any fights,” he turned and smirked at the kids and wagged his finger. “-Which I do not advise; this is the first spell you will probably use.

“The Disarming Spell, as it is also known,” Professor Wright drew a small ‘o’ with his wand and flicked it, the apparent charm sending a piece of chalk writing across the blackboard across the back wall. “-causes whatever your opponent is holding to drop from their fingers. For example,” he said, beginning bullet points and turning back around to his students. “If you do decide to dabble with the Dueling club, this spell will force the wand from your opponent’s hands, and if you are actually being attacked by someone,” Wright trailed off, walking into the rows of desks and counting each student in his head. Then he walked to the back wall and closed the door. “…their weapon, whether it be a wand, knife, sword, or gun in rare interactions where a muggle sees you or you see them causing trouble against someone else, this is probably the best spell to use because it doesn’t cause any damage to the other person.” He then paused and turned back to his class, as if remembering something vital.

“Though, let me be completely clear when I say, do not use magic in front of Muggles until you’re of leg – actually. Scratch that, don’t do magic in from of Muggles ever… Uh… Forget that I said that …” Giggles emitted all around the room.

“A-Anyway uh, let’s separate into groups of two, corresponding with the numbers on your desks, and I’ll direct you….Uh…” The professor waved his wand a bit to reveal numbers on the right corners of each of the desks. “As soon as you find your partners… Stand up and spread out, with your wands at your ready, in front of your partner in the back of the room.”

All at once, the kids stood up and spread throughout the room. Apollo looked immediately to the red number in the corner of his eye. 4… Wait how do I figure out who else has 4?

Apollo looked around the room the room and spotted a desk with the number 4, but no one was sitting there. He frowned. Great… I’m the only one without a partner. This always happens. He glanced at Clay, who had been paired up with a girl with brown hair in two braids. Then he glanced at Klavier who had been paired with some Gryffindor girl with red hair and a rowdy voice. Okay…. Athena was somewhere in the back of the room, having already found her partner.

Apollo cocked his head to the side and turned around to check the desks behind his when he was tapped on the shoulder. A tall boy with black hair and a brooding frown stood before him and Apollo nearly jumped out of his skin.

It’s the guy who glared at me during sorting! The boy pointed to his desk. “Guess we’re partners, Justice.” Apollo shuddered and scratched him neck, awkwardly. “Hahaha… Y-Yeah… Uh..”

“Blackquill.”

“U-Uh-huh…”

The boy shrugged and moved to an empty spot in the room as directed, Apollo following reluctantly behind. Then Apollo walked a few paces away from him to put space between them, as instructed. He felt as if he were fixing to participate in a dual to the death especially after Blackquill pulled his brown wand from his lapel as if he were drawing a sword from a sheath. Uh-oh.

“Now, remember, the incantation is ‘Expelliarmus.’ Repeat after me, ‘Expelliarmus,’” said Professor Wright weaving in and out or the groups of two. Everyone repeated. “Good guys,” he said with a bright smile. “Now, let’s work on that wand movement to pair with the word. Everyone, try it with me.”

The professor looked around for a minute to make all eyes were on him before taking his wand and drawing a line starting from his top right to where his arm was level to the floor. “Move your wand like this before casting to your opponent. After you do it a couple of times, it’ll be muscle memory.

“Now I just want you to try and take the other person’s wand. If the wand doesn’t fly directly toward you the first time, don’t worry about it. If you can’t get the other person to drop their wand the first time, keep practicing with your partner until you do. I’m coming around to make sure everyone gets this spell.”

Apollo felt his forehead grow slightly sweaty. Oh no. Oh no. Ohhh no. He quickly grabbed his own wand from his own lapel pocket and pointed it opposite of the way Blackquill was pointing his. It’s not like we’re actually fighting… it’s just to learn the spell. That’s all! Stop worrying, Justice! Don’t freak out!

“Don’t worry, Justice,” Blackquill said with a taunting smirk at his lips. “I’ll make it quick.” He began to draw his wand near his nose, as it was a sword. If Apollo were anywhere in the muddle world right now, he would assume Blackquill liked samurai TV shows or something.

Glancing between the other students who hadn’t even started yet and Professor Wright, Apollo brought his own wand up, level to his chin and smiled. “Y-yeah right, Blackquill. E-EXPELARMUS!” Apollo shouted, moving the wand the way he was instructed.

Really, he should have expected Blackquill to dodge the light and cast his own spell. “Expelliarmus!” Apollo felt his wand being tugged from his hand without his own control and onto the floor.

“Great job, Mr. Blackquill! 5 points to Slytherin!” said Professor Wright from behind Apollo. “Apollo, you may want to think about your opponent’s reaction as you cast your attack. Pick up your wand let’s see if we can’t try this again, yeah?” He smiled warmly.

Apollo bit the inside of his cheek and picked wand up from the floor. Then he moved back to his place in front of Blackquill, but the Professor had directed Blackquill to a different partner. Apollo raised an eyebrow but stood in position anyways.

Professor Wright, however, stood in front of him instead. ` “Uh… Professor, what are you doing-“

A grin tore the side of the Professor’s face. “I’m teaching you, Apollo, please pay attention. Just remember, it’s about how much quicker you are than the other person. Now, get back into position.” With wide eyes, Apollo reluctantly raised his wand at his teach. His eyebrows furrowed together. What was he supposed to do? Attack the teacher?

A few minutes must have passed with Apollo just standing there, in attack position. At some point, Wright sighed. “Apollo, this is the first step to defense. You need to do this.”

Apollo bit the inside of his cheek and lowered his arm. “You’re just going to let me, though? That’s not what you told us to do.”

Professor Wright smiled. “I’m not trying to duel you. I just want to see you do it. It isn’t important that I try to take your wand. You all will start being introduced to dueling next year.”

Apollo glanced around the room. Some people had switched partners but no one was directly staring at him. So he straightened his body up. He stood as tall as he could and nodded, holding his wand back up. “I-I’m sorry, sir. I’m fine, now!”

“Good, boy! All right. Draw your wand and-“

Apollo drew his diagonal line as he said the incantation with “Expelliarmus!”

This time, a stronger beam of red shot out from Apollo’s wand. Professor Wright hands seemed to spasm and his knuckles turned white as if he were still trying to grip his wand. Then his hand flared out and he let go, dropping the wand. He winced.

“Pr-professor, are you okay?” Apollo asked hurriedly. The professor scoffed as he bent over to pick up his wand. “Of course I am, Apollo. Good job. Though I think you should practice that with a few friends in your spare time, yeah?”

Apollo blinked and then nodded. “U-uh huh… Y-Yes sir.”

#and the german that is here is from google so if you speak German and something doesn't sound right #be sure too tell me~#AJ:AW #Apollo Justice: Ace Wizards #I love my trio's interactions.#The end may or may not be quite finished #srry not srry #so i thought this chapter was sort of short but it actually turns out to be 19 pagess itself #yikes #this fic is 62 pages long #jaaaaaaaa #yay kk edited~

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foreheadface · 8 years ago

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AJ: Ace Wizards Chapter 3 under the cut~

I’m pretty happy with chapter 3....

if you guys find anyone’s name that I spelled horribly wrong like Dhurke because I literally always do plz tell me!!!!!!!!

and yes, I still cannot think of a better title than Ace Wizards... gahhhh

this chapter was so much fun to write and read over again because during the sorting is where you kind of get a foreshadow of people the mains will meet/make friends with in the future~ at least, that’s how i’ve always thought of it...

Also, I was thinking of creating a masterlist of these.... even though you can find everything under the tags.... just hit me up if you find these interesting~ this fic is just for fun anyways~

Hours later, the Hogwarts Express reached its destination. Apollo’s brown eyes were glued to the window. They scaled the large castle as the train moved toward it. It was absolutely breathtaking. The castle was huge- probably endless because of magic, he speculated.

When the train stopped in what seemed to be Hogwarts’s personal station, everyone was directed to leave their things so they could be transported to the Great Hall- though Apollo had no idea what the Great Hall was. His eyes wandered toward Klavier and Clay who both lopsidedly smiled at him, giving Apollo an unsettling feeling. Daryan hung behind.

They were directed to some docks over a huge, black colored lake, just off of the station, where they would all get on boats to sail to the school. The scene was exciting, Apollo had to admit.

He watched, with his new friends quite literally in the same boat, as the castle began to grow larger and more mystical and magnificent. He had trouble seeing anything through the fog and the darkness of incoming night but Hogwarts castle certainly lived up and beyond his low expectations, so far.

Being raised by “Muggles” made you easily impressed, Apollo guessed.

As soon as they were off the boats, time passes a blur of movement.

The children had been rushed into the castle. Klavier was loudly talking to Clay and Daryan next to him, but Apollo didn’t notice. There were paintings all along the high walls of the corridors and they were moving. Not only that, but he couldn’t help but notice the structure of the large building. Apollo had never been somewhere like this before. The palace in Khura’in wasn’t even this big , he assumed.

All of a sudden, the large group was stopped. Apollo looked through the audience and saw a taller man at the front with glasses and dark hair. He had a sort of brooding look about him as he cleared his throat.

“Excuse me! Excuse me!” He yelled, toning down the excited eleven-year-olds. He looked tired... Already? It hasn’t even been a whole night yet…

Klavier rustled next to Apollo, so much so that when Apollo looked up at him and saw Klavier’s wide grin. He must know who this is…

“Now, I know all of you are excited and that is all perfectly fine but when you are in here, you must be on your very best behavior! That means no shouting.” He looked into the crowd of eleven-year-olds and pushed up his glasses. “Now when I read your name when I stand at the podium, last name then first, you will step up to the stool where the sorting hat will sit upon each of your heads. Immediately after, you will go to the table you belong to, in an orderly fashion! Do I make myself very clear?”

Apollo glanced around at all of the other children who were nodding and muttering excitedly and suddenly had a sense of foreboding. Wait… What if I don’t belong anywhere?

“Now, If you will all follow me,” The professor said, turning around and leading the class through large double doors. The Great hall was great as in humongous. Apollo found himself wondering how big the castle really was. As he had now been expecting, there were five large tables filled with people. The one that was in the very front facing the entrance, Apollo guessed, were full of teachers and staff members. Each of the other four tables had a lot of empty space where he guessed was room enough for newer students.

As they walked to the side of the room in the organized line, Apollo spotted the man from the train. He gasped.

“What?” said Clay. Apollo only shrugged it off uncomfortably. “N-Nothing.” The man had said he was a teacher, after all.

The crowd stopped, so Apollo stopped. Looking through the crowd, he saw Professor Edgeworth step up to the podium as he had said he would. Then, Apollo felt his anxiety rise again in his throat.

It went just as the professor had explained. He called a name, the child stepped up, and the hat was placed on the head. Then the hat became animated and it spoke! Apollo had jumped with a start, his eyes wide. Then again, this was a magic school. He should have been expecting it…

Then time seemed to move quickly.

One after another, children would be called, then get ‘sorted’ by the hat, then move to the table they were directed to. It was easy to tell which table was which because of the four very large and different colored banners hanging from the ceilings over each table.

“Blackquill, Simon!”

Odd name… Apollo glanced up to watch the dark haired boy walk to the stool. When he sat, the boy looked up and glared directly at Apollo, apparently feeling his stare. Apollo felt a shiver run down his spine.

The hat didn’t even touch his hair when it called out, “SLYTHERIN!” The table with the green banner erupted in cheers.

Apollo bit the inside of his cheek. Great. This was just great. Way to make enemies, Justice. It’s not like I was trying to look at him wrong…

And so, the cycle repeated.

“Crescend, Daryan!”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Cheers.

“Cykes, Athena!”

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

Cheers.

Apollo stared each time with awe. It was… Cool. And the kids looked happy as they walked to their places at the tables that the other students were joyfully calling them to. I hope they’re okay with me… Apollo lingered at the thought.

“Fulbright, Robert!”

“Gryffindor!”

The blond boy getting off the stool hissed a “yes!” and nearly ran to the table. Apollo heard snickers behind him.

“Gavin, Klavier!”

Apollo turned to Klavier who grinned back at him. “See you on the other side, Forehead,” he said, giving Apollo a winning smile. Apollo felt the corners of his own lips crease up. “G-Good luck.” Klavier nodded and stepped up to the stool.

Oddly enough though, when the hat was on Klavier’s blond head, it said nothing. Apollo looked up from the floor and watched closely. That’s weird… Then the hat began to speak.

“Hm…. Yes… A brilliant mind you have but I do not see you with any of the Ravenclaws… Not fun enough, yes? For you wish for something a little more upbeat…” Klavier looked confused. His head slightly tilted and his mouth opened but he didn’t speak. The hat continued.

“You may be brave, yes, but you lack a certain ‘umph’ for Gryffindor, shall we say? And Slytherin... Well- No, you don’t want that. Though you could be great, you know- wonderful, even. You could rise high above your peers in Slytherin as your brother and father and Grandfather have before you…”

Apollo watched, awestricken. Is this supposed to happen? He noticed Klavier whispering or mouthing something and the hat spoke aloud for him. “Not like him, you say? Hmmmm… Maybe kindness will get you somewhere bigger than Slytherin, then… Yes… I see… I suppose you better go with HUFFLEPUFF!”

The yellow and black table stood up immediately, cheering as the others and it had done before, but Klavier wasn’t smiling. Instead, the hint an unhappy albeit confused scowl lingered on his lips, but he leapt up as quickly as possible and headed for the table anyway. This struck Apollo as... Strange… He tried to get Klavier’s attention again but failed miserably as the blond had already turned away from his direction. Apollo wasn’t even paying attention to any of the other sortings anymore.

Where had he gone? Klavier had disappeared into the crowd of yellow and black robed students. Huh. How easily he had disappeared-

“Apollo! Get up, Edgeworth’s called your name twice now!” Clay’s voice tore Apollo’s concentration away and he turned back with a start. “Wait what?”

“Apollo Justice!” Professor Edgeworth bellowed, looking about ready to throw the scroll of names into the audience of students and grab him by the ear. The other teachers looked amused- especially Phoenix Wright. Apollo felt his breath quicken and sweat roll down his forehead. “I-I’m sorry sir!” he said as he ran up to the podium untraditionally. He heard some laughter from other students but Edgeworth was not amused.

The Professor sighed and went to place the hat on Apollo’s head but it spoke before it even hit Apollo’s hair. “Hufflepuff!”

People began cheering as they did when they got a new student at the table, and Apollo felt a tie being shoved over his head. He could have choked but it happened too fast. Before he knew it, he was sat in an empty place near another first year, a girl with really long red hair with a wide smile on her face and some older kids. Apollo almost looked around the table for Klavier when a hand was shoved in his face.

“Hi! I’m Athena!

Apollo’s head whipped back around to the girl. “H-Hi… A-Apollo…” She took his hand with vigor and shook it. “Are you excited? This is exciting right? I can’t wait to see the dorms! My mom will be so happy went I write to her tonight!” His first thought was that the girl was strange… but he may as well make another friend. It was better to be friends than enemies, Dhurke always said.

“Oh, was she in Hufflepuff too?”

“No, Ravenclaw,” she said with a grin. “But Hufflepuff has great qualities too! Actually, they all have great qualities! C’est genial!”

Apollo blinked. “Wh-what?”

“It’s awesome! So do you know any people here? Did your parents go here?” Apollo took the minute to size the girl up. She had really, really long red hair in a side ponytail in blue ribbons. Apollo wondered if she ever lost her balance just walking. She looked nice.

“N-not that I know of…” he said with a slight laugh. “But I’ve met people on the train… Err… One of them was sorted into Hufflepuff before I was… I wonder where he’s sitting...”

The girl- Athena- scrunched up her face before jumping up in her seat ecstatically. “I’m sure you’ll see him again in the dorms! We go as soon as we’re all done eating! Isn’t that exciting? I can’t wait to get to the common room!! And the Dorm rooms! And…”

Then, the room grew quiet. Apollo looked up to the front table where he assumed the professors and other staffs were sitting when a woman with long dark hair and a large pointed hat and seemingly massive authority clear her throat. Her gray eyes were bright and her face was rather pretty. Her voice was authoritative and welcoming.

“Settle down everyone! Before we begin the feast, let me introduce myself to the new students. My name is Headmaster Mia Fey and I hope for the best for new and old students, alike. I’m sure you will rise above the odds and do magnificent things for the year to come.”

She pushed some hair behind her ear as she spoke. “Secondly but important nonetheless, weekend trips to Hogsmeade will be heavily chaperoned until further notice until the Azkaban escapee Yanni Yogi has been caught and dealt with by the Ministry of Magic. Though there is no need for alarm, we must take several precautions here at the school in order procure our students’ safety, by Ministry’s standards…”

Apollo turned his head toward Athena. “Who?”

She glanced at him and shook her head. “No idea. I saw it in the newspaper earlier this week but my mom wouldn’t explain it to me… Said it was nothing to worry about. Weird, right?”

“…Yeah…”

“Anyhow! The house elves have prepared a wondrous feast for us tonight! I do believe I’ve said everything I’ve really needed to say except that I have high hopes for all of you, this school year!” There was applause all around, students and teachers alike. Apollo found himself clapping as well.

“She seems nice…” Apollo thought out loud.

Athena nodded next to him. “She’s the youngest headmaster in a century! My mom knows all about her!!”

“Seriously? That is really cool…”

At the end of dinner, Professor Fey had directed the Prefects (Apollo had absolutely no idea what ‘prefects’ actually were, what their job was, or why they had it…) to take the first years to the common rooms. Athena talked excitedly the whole way, though Apollo found himself sneaking glances around the other his students to look for Klavier. He was in the crowd of Hufflepuffs somewhere, but he was apparently trying to keep himself hidden. Apollo tried not to let the disappointment show on his face.

The group was now on the same floor as the kitchen as Apollo’s nose caught the scent of the gravy and potatoes and tender beef that had been served and devoured in the feast just now. Even though he was full, Apollo could feel his stomach rumbling for more. Yeah… he could get used to this...

They passed a very large still life painting of some fruit, which seemed a little out of place. A painting, near a kitchen? Won’t all the the heat melt the paint? Also, all of the paintings in the wizarding world moved so still lifes didn’t seem very magical...

The teenager leading the group of first years stopped when they passed by some stacked barrels. He placed his wand on the second from the bottom and began to tap out a tune with his wand that he told the group to pay attention to until it opened up.

“Playing music to get into the common room? Very cool. I can seriously get into that! What about you, Forehead?” Apollo nearly jumped over Athena. “K-Klavier, do not do that!”

Klavier glanced at the prefects and slid his hands into his pockets. “Do what? Call you ‘Forehead’ or sneak up on you?” Athena giggled beside Apollo who was not amused. He deadpanned. “B-both. My name is Apollo.”

The blond smirked back before turning to Athena “Annnd it is very nice to meet you, Fraulein.”

Athena snickered. “Athena.” Klavier sighed dramatically. “Ja, ja… No one likes nicknames, apparently. Got it, got it,” he said with a laugh.

“You disappeared earlier, before the feast. Are you okay?” Apollo asked, crossing his arms. He made sure to observe Klavier’s face very closely.

The blonde only feigned surprise. “What? Why would I not be? You wound me, forehead!” Apollo blinked and cocked his head to the side. I dunno… maybe it’s your sudden mood changes? It’s as sincere as you probably think it is…. He thought. Apollo met Athena’s eyes in a glance and she seemed to be thinking the exact same thing as she fiddled with her earring that looked sort of like a gold crescent moon.

The barrel opened up in the corner of their vision so the group followed everyone else in through the barrel. The path was surprisingly winding, so much so that it kind of reminded Apollo of an ant farm. It led to a large honey colored room that was cozy and warm. Apollo noticed the comfy-looking furniture and various plant-life right away. It immediately reminded him of home.

Amara always kept rare potted plants and flowers that were Khura’inese in origin around the house. He’d always guessed it made her feel like she was still in Khura’in and as he stood in the Hufflepuff common room, he felt like Dhurke and Nahyuta would feel comfortable here, too. He smiled slightly thinking of them.

Athena soon nodded and waved at Apollo and Klavier before she followed the rest of the girls into the girls dormitory, promising that they would all meet up tomorrow at meal times and after classes, if she could find them. That girl was persistent! Then, they both ran to the other side of the room to a dirt hallway marked ‘boys’ and caught up to everyone else.

He followed Klavier in to one of the bedrooms and immediately found his trunk there. He started unloading things from his trunk and putting them away. The carts with all of their things on them had been taken out; things organized how Apollo assumed they were supposed to be. His trunk sat on the floor near Klavier’s.

From the moment Apollo stepped into the room, he had his arms crossed. He observed Klavier from behind until the blonde turned around. “Oh hey, Forehead!” he greeted loudly when Apollo came into the room.

Apollo, not buying Klavier’s ‘enthusiasm,’ blinked. “Are you okay?”

Klavier twisted a silver ring on his right hand. Upon regarding it with a quick but closer glance, Apollo noticed it had a large ‘G’ on it. “Why… wouldn’t I be?” He then took the ring off, setting it onto the dresser and reached into his own trunk. Klavier began pulling out clothes, folding them, and placing them into the dresser near his bed.

“You just seem… I don’t know… down? Since you were sorted. But no- wait… Even before that…” Apollo trailed off, tapping his head. “It’s almost like…“

Klavier spun around. “Like what? I’m fine. It’s really nice down here- much nicer than the cold dungeons in Slytherin anyhow. I’m all right. Can we just leave it there?” Apollo blinked before shaking his head and pressing on.

“But… when you being sorted you also said ‘not like him…’ W-What did you mean?”

Klavier sighed, an uncharacteristic frown donning his face seeing as Apollo would not let this go. “If you must know, Forehead, my whole family was in Slytherin. My mom, my dad, my grandparents, my brother, aunts and uncles, great-grandparents…. It’s sort of a Gavin legacy thing…” he trailed off, going back to unpacking. He took his book bag out. It seemed full already.

“Legacy? Being in Slytherin is that important?”

The blond shrugged and began to move some of his clothes into the wardrobe. “To my father and brother, it is. It’s a status thing for all of the pureblooded families. I can’t really remember my dad but from what Kris has said... He’d probably be very disappointed in me, right now.”

Apollo moved some regular muggle clothing into his own wardrobe. “What do you mean from what Kristoph has said abou… Oh.” Apollo immediately looked away, his eyes falling to the floor, as people often do when hearing that sort of thing. No wonder the two of them stuck together immediately. Klavier was an orphan, too.

“No, but it was a long time ago. I wasn’t even 4 yet! I-I’m not sad or anything! Barely even knew them! It’s fine!” Klavier began to laugh aloud a little awkwardly, but Apollo saw right through that, mostly because he knew that longing feeling tugging at someone like the two of them. Wishing you knew them, even just a little.

“It’s okay to miss them.” Apollo argued, grabbing a pair of pants from his trunk to hang up in his wardrobe. “It’s okay to miss what everyone else has and you don’t. It’s not a bad thing. Sometimes, I’m jealous of my foster siblings for having such great parents. When… I probably shouldn’t be because, I guess they’re mine now too....”

Klavier turned suddenly. “Foster? I thought-”

“That Dhurke was my real dad? Not a chance,” Apollo said, giggling at the thought. He would have run away a long time ago. It was surprising the Nahyuta hadn’t run away yet because he seemed so levelheaded on the outside, so unlike his dad- probably because his mother balanced them out. Even still, Nahyuta was just like his father in a lot of ways, even if he didn’t realize it.

Sure, Dhurke was loud and chaotic; definitely not like Nahyuta at all, but he was also kind, loving, and rebellious. He questioned everything, from why there was a police car outside of the house to what the reason actually was that he had to be punished by going to his room-a quality that was treasured by his father. Though, that was the extent of things.

Yes, Dhurke was a great father but he had his moments of severe craziness more often than not.

Dhurke’s friends and “club”- the Defiant Dragons as they are called, were completely insane and were always getting themselves in trouble and tight situations. Like Datz Are’bal, who was Dhurke’s best friend and didn’t really have the best personality or composure for a lawyer, but tried his hardest anyway (usually) to get his clients off the hook... Though he was still the occasional mooch off on the Samadhis… Amara was getting pretty sick of him eating their food and living in the guest room, that’s for sure.

“He’s a great dad, don’t get me wrong but he’s probably criminally insane,” Apollo said, lost in thought. “Like… Once, he shoved me into a fountain because it connected to an underground cavern. He wanted me to swim to the other side...”

Klavier blinked. “That’s cool though- real cool. What’s so bad about that?”

“I can’t swim,” Apollo deadpanned. “And he knows that. The fountain led into the ocean so I’d have to have been under for at least 10 minutes and swim to a boat waiting for us on the other side. At some point I passed out and he had to come back to get me… Then he proceeded to poke fun at me for it when I woke up.”

In spite of that, Apollo smiled at the memory. He had woken up to Nahyuta screaming bloody murder because he thought his brother was dead. Datz was trying to get the boy to freak out a little quieter so they could get away but Dhurke was laughing his head off the entire time. Apollo would have found it funny too if he had been completely awake and/or wasn’t hurling water into a bucket when he did wake up…“But we were trying to get away from…. Well…” Apollo scrunched up his eyes. “It’s a really, really long story. Dhurke just has his quirks, that’s all.”

Klavier walked over to Apollo’s bed and sat down beside him. “So you aren’t a muggleborn, then…?”

“What?” Apollo cocked his before he understood not even a second later. “Oh, uh… No idea. To know that, I’d have to know who my real parents are, right? And… I can’t remember them…” He looked back at Klavier who was nodding his head solemnly; in the way people normally did when you told them you were an orphan. Only, this scenario was obviously very different.

“Guess we are more alike than we originally thought about each other, eh Forehead…?” said Klavier, looking down at Apollo’s yellow and black bedspread.

“I guess so…” Apollo trailed off. “...But you… You knew your parents a little, though, right? H-How old were you when th-they,” and Apollo pauses and begins allowing himself to hesitantly look up at the other boy, his heart pounding in his chest. Klavier looked at his shoes as he took them off.

Way to go, Justice. What actually gives you the right to ask about his parents? A voice in Apollo’s head taunts. The way Klavier normalized how Kristoph acts towards him should be evidence enough that his parents were probably just the same… Apollo bit the inside of his cheek and pushed these horrible thoughts down.

At first, Klavier’s crystal blue eyes were narrowed and Apollo thought Klavier hadn’t any idea as to what Apollo had even asked. Apollo thought that maybe he could change the subject! Wouldn’t that be something???

Then, the blond pushed his bangs back and smiled. “Seven. Again, I can hardly remember them. The majority of what I know about them comes from my brother or my grandmother, but she’s pretty much in Germany for most of the year.” Klavier’s hand ran all the way through his hair as he said this, curling the short tips in a nervous way. Then, his eyes began to scale the tightly packed dirt wall behind Apollo.

“As far as knowing them… I’ve heard that father was very strict on Kristoph. Like…. He had to participate in Quidditch or that he was punished if he didn’t make straight O’s on his O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts.” Klavier chuckled, sarcastically then looking down at his hands. “-But Kris is perfect so I’m sure that wasn’t hard for him.”

Apollo sighed and lay back onto his bedspread. Family was difficult, he guessed, for everyone. Though that strange girl… Athena seemed okay with her’s and she wasn’t even sorted into her family’s house.

A thought tugged at his mind. What if my parents did go to Hogwarts…? Where were they placed if they did…? Were their parents happy with it…? Would they be angry at my placement?

Surprising to Apollo, Klavier laid down beside him, his elbows behind his head. “Wonder if family is this strange for everyone or just us, ja?”

Apollo looked over at him. “Maybe it is… Or maybe it’s not…”

It was silent for a moment, just two boys staring at a tightly packed dirt ceiling. A small smile appeared on Apollo’s face after a while. “What do you think tomorrow will be like?”

“Don’t know,” said Klavier with a heavy sigh. “All I’ve got to go on is what I’ve from my brother and Daryan’s family… And those reactions are pretty vague…”

Apollo turned his head. “Do they not talk about Hogwarts much? Didn’t one of Daryan’s parents take you guys to the train?”

Klavier closed his eyes. “No. I guess that’s just how it is in historically Slytherin families. But it is school so I don’t think it matters much if it’s enjoyable.”

Did his brother tell him that? Apollo always found school fun, himself… Or maybe, wizards didn’t put their kids into school until they’re eleven? Not that that made much sense…

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