worst teacher (but we like him)
Aizawa didn’t know what Severus Snape had against his students.
All he knew was that he gave them full authorisation to retaliate if there was any perceived slight.
The only rule was not to get caught.
What he had not expected was the new Hogwarts ghost (Apparently the sentient part of Midoriya’s quirk, as if there wasn’t already too much bullshit about it) coming in class and singing.
Loudly.
And not really nice songs.
He didn’t know how this ghost had so much culture, but it was quite fun.
“I’ve got a million polaroids with all the dates penned in red ink”
“If you need to know, a bezoar can be found…”
“You just don’t know it yet but you love me and I love you the same”
“Fame doesn’t make everything.”
“You’ve got those eyes that drive me crazy”
“Shut. Up. I don’t know who you think you are…”
“A ghost sir, my name is first”
“first then. First of a… You should know that you are only allowed to be here as long as you not disturb classes”
“I never saw any contract about it”
“You are now informed”
“Okay”
“Let’s start again. We will not need any wands…”
As he started his lesson once again, Aizawa saw a pair of antennae sprouting from the floor. It was soon followed by a Greek statue of a man. Once again, as a ghost. How was he there? He died before the transfer!
He only wondered for about 4 seconds before remembering the good old phrase of “quirks are bullshit”
“ I AM HERE”
“I can see that” answered Snape.
“REMEMBER KIDS, TO DO THINGS LIKE YOU SHOULD: CLENCH YOUR BUTTCHEEKS AND YELL WITH ALL YOUR HEART! SMAAAAAAAASH!”
(-o-)
Inside of Izuku’s head, every single one of the vestiges were laughing like hyenas at Snape’s reaction to that last piece of advice.
They were all playing rock paper scissors to determine who would be next, meanwhile, they saw a kid getting up, wand out, and shout “SMAAAASH” while visibly clenching every muscle he had.
They had to stop at that, but the dumbfounded look of the potions professor when he was called to deal with the incoming tornado and the new hole in the castle walls was clearly priceless.
It was clearly worth the hundred points deducted for “following stupid advice like a smooth-brained, newborn troll”.
They were still sorry for the young Seamus, whose wand exploded. He had been knocked out too, and apparently was a shoe-in for the infirmary for the next month.
(-o-)
Katsuki was having a bad time. The ghostly professor was ridiculously boring.
Who thought that a war could be so uninteresting even when it had quite gory bits?
He didn’t.
At least there was something to look forward to.
flying lessons.
He had felt an itch in his feet recently, and if that was anything to go by, it would be fun to work with.
And also, he couldn’t wait to beat everyone while on a broom.
(-o-)
In the slytherin dorms, Monoma was wondering where he went wrong before to deserve being this idiot's twin.
In the three months since the arrival of the hogwarts letter, he had already:
-Assisted in the local stupidity epidemic (“oh look he survived something, he must be a demigod” was something that he had heard. It was not said with a joking tone.)
-Stolen three dark artifact “by accident”
-Said one stupid thing after another, only to be silenced with Shoto’s own brand of hot ice (He would never admit it, but even only that was enough to make him more likeable). He did not like being accused of “having nothing special” when he was even able to use any wand as if he was the owner (he could apparently copy that “special something” that made the wand recognise the wizard, even if it was for a really short period of time).
-Had made their father (and what a father, nothing really interesting in his life except for being a parody of a bigoted buffoon)
-Obliterated a door by somehow just walking past it.
-Lied to him about not eating a giant cake (Their neighbor Alice was not impressed).
-Eaten said cake while it had an obvious “don’t eat” sign on it (He read it as “eat me” somehow).
And that was only before interacting with people his age.
Now he had in a single week:
-Begun a one sided rivalry (it’s not a rivalry if the other just doesn’t wanna acknowledge your existence Draco)
-Insulted a teacher while in ear range of said teacher (more like barely two meters away)
-Declared himself the leader of the Slytherin house (as a first year, and without even trying to prove his worth)
-Believed an obvious prank (Who would believe that following the random advice of someone you don’t know and isn’t a teacher is a good idea? He had to stop his brother from acting like the poor Gryffindor.)
All in all, Draco was a joke, raised by a discount cartoon villain.
Seriously, all that black everywhere, bunch of edgelords.
(-o-)
Himiko was having the time of her life.
At first everything had been quite weird (reincarnation does that to you).
There was one thing that she knew however, and it was that everything was perfect. Or as perfect as she would have hoped it to be before. Two loving parents who listened, found out about her origins, believed her, did not call her a freak, did not stop her from acting like the girl she was. Even considering the (relative) lack of money and her dad’s conspiracies, there was no true reason to worry.
Then came the first meeting with the weasleys. It had been… A weird moment. She had expected Ochaco to try and fight her immediately, but while the girl had been cautious around her, it had been alright. She wasn’t that calm either.
The “worst” part of the meeting had been when the youngest Weasley girl had said that blood and drinking was “yucky” as she explained what she could do. Which was not a truly hurtful remark, seeing as she was a four year old who still refused to touch her greens “because it's poo”. It was even endearing how she accepted so easily that she drank blood on a regular basis.
The older Weasleys were having more of a “I don’t even understand magic anymore” kind of reaction.
Especially since she apparently had the ability to do, by drinking just a few drops of blood, something that took master potioneers a month and a ridiculous amount of preparation.
And she was now even more cat-like.
If she made Ochako, Luna and Ron participate in her own recreation of the Wild Wild Pussycats intro, nobody had to know.
Or everybody.
Especially since Ron was soooooo cute in his cat maid outfit.
She still had the pictures.
She also liked to mess with Percy. His obsession with the rules was something easy to joke about.
She never forgot about Izuku however.
Poor Izuku, dying in her arms (and about fifty others, but that’s not the point)
She didn’t know how many of them were in this new world.
At least it was fun to learn about dealing with “boy problems”
While being a girl
Nobody could say anything against it.
Nobody.
Not even these stupid death eaters.
If they tried, she would eat them in retaliation.
She was already beyond death after all.
(-o-)
Why a witch?
Why a witch?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Oh lord why?
Why?
“SHUT UP IBARA!”
(-o-)
The children were already starting to form groups. Dumbledore was observing a trend inside of his school, with the Cursed being already familiar with each other. It was cross-house too, some of them even ignoring their own family sometimes.
He was delighted to see such strong friendships already. He had been surprised with their physical training that morning, but as long as it did not impede on their classes, why would he intervene? He would rather see what they were capable of. At first he theorized that they had parts of Voldemort's admittedly immense power inside of them, but as time passed and information came, he changed his theories, and had now to change it again. They clearly knew each other, despite some of them having no chance to meet at any point in time.
They were connected somehow.
Was this some form of legilimency?
It also seemed like their power wasn’t anything magical at all sometimes.
He recognised the engines that were inside of one boy’s calves. There were also some developing engines elsewhere in his body, but nothing was wrong about it, since his body produced them naturally. It was clearly not Voldemort’s doing since he hated the muggle side of the world, but how was it possible to create something like this?
There were many questions about this group.
Maybe they held some kind of key, or knowledge.
What a delicious enigma. It was a mystery that would probably never be fully answered, but he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t try to understand it.