Forever Not
Thank you to my
Thank you so much to setoglomper for really helping me out with choosing the houses.
And don't worry if your favorite character (not including Kaiba) gets placed into a house that isn't Gryffindor or Slytherin. All the supporting Yu-Gi-Oh! characters get basically the same amount of page-time.
AN/ Didn't like this chapter all that much...but...it gets some stuff done.
Chapter Seven: The Sorting and Getting Situated
Whispers broke out across the Great Hall as students noticed the transfers.
Bakura walked toward the hat tentatively, his good looks making many girls giggle.
He sat down on the stool and gently placed the hat on his head.
"Ah." A voice whispered in his head. Bakura's breath caught.
"Who are you?"
I am the Sorting Hat. And you, Ryou Bakura, have a unique mind. In fact, you have two."
Yami no Bakura growled. "Just sort him."
The Hat chuckled. "No. In no way will I ignore you, spirit. You are part of his mind, no matter what. Now, we'll get to the real Sorting.
"Spirit...you are malicious, cunning, clever, and manipulative. The perfect Slytherin. But, of course, you are wise. You are intelligent. You could be Ravenclaw. And you, Mr Bakura, are sweet, loyal, clever, brave. You would be fine as a Slytherin. But personally, I don't think it would work with you. Now...Hufflepuff...you are loyal. You are a good friend. But you aren't outgoing enough. Not Hufflepuff. Gryffindor...you'd be a perfect Gryffindor. You would die for your friends. But, then, you just wouldn't fit in."
"I believe I have reached a decision..." The Hat cried out to the world: "RAVENCLAW!"
Bakura let out a sigh of relief, looking exhausted as people all around him clapped and he shook hands with some Ravenclaw's.
McGonogall waited for the cheering to die down before she called out the next name: "Ishtar, Malik."
Malik walked up to the hat, taking it from the woman's hands and sittting on the stool first, then placing it on his head.
"Hello." A soft voice whispered somewhere in his mind.
He jumped a little, all too used to little voices in his head.
"Ah. Your mind is not as complicated as your friend's...but still complicated. Oh, another dark past. How unpleasant."
"Can't we just get on with this?"
The Hat chuckled. "Indeed. Hmmm...you are clever, manipulative, maybe even cruel. But that isn't really you. At least not the cruelty...You would make a great Slytherin. However, I believe Slytherin would be the worst House for you. After all, you can be loyal, kind, understanding...yes. Hufflepuff. But there is deep bravery in you that is not fit for Hufflepuff. Gryffindor. A good Gryffindor, yes. However, there is your curiosity. You always wish to learn new things about this new world you have found yourself in...and you are not stupid. No, not at all. I believe the choice for you would be...RAVENCLAW!"
Bakura looked up in surprise as Malik awkwardly shook hands with some fellows, not accustomed to greeting people like that. He had thought the other boy would certainly get Gryffindor. But he supposed there was good reason for him being a Ravenclaw.
He smiled slightly at Malik and Malik positively beamed back.
"Kaiba, Seto."
Whispers spread across the hall. Most had heard of the young CEO, at least those who were Muggle-born.
Kaiba strode up to the front of the hall, sat on the stool, and perched the Hat o his head regretfully, wondering exactly how stupid he looked.
"Seto Kaiba." The voice whispered.
"And you are the Sorting Hat. No time for formalities. Just sort me."
"Very well. Not very patient, are you? No. Well, you could pass for the Slytherin heir...geatly manipulative, cunning, clever. But you would make an even better Ravenclaw...indeed. Brilliant intelligence, such responsibility at such a young age...pity."
"What do you mean by that?"
"If you were ready to understand, you would. Yes. Ravenclaw would be anybody's immediate desicion for you. But you could fit into any House. Even Hufflepuff, because of the loyalty you possess toward your brother...and would possess towards others if only you were slightly different...But that's pushing it, isn't it? Now, Gryffindor. Yes...bravery, courage...honestly, merely because of the bravery that you have shown in the past and can show in the future if you learn to...conquer your fears...you can become a... GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table burst into cheers as it's new member walked over, sitting as far away from human contact as possible.
Yuugi smiled as his name was called, scanning the Great Hall. The Hat was pulled over his head over his newly soft hair.
"Another one."
Yuugi started, nearly falling off the stool. "Wha'?"
"Another one with two minds. This is different...quite different. A Pharaoh and a Thief...I wonder how they get along."
"You don't want to know."
"No. Now, I suppose..."
"Sort Yuugi. I am not the one who needs schooling here."
"The last one said the same thing...understand...you are a part of your Hikari's mind. You are the most important thing by which he will be placed. After all...this one is easy. Incredibly loyal, but both of you would simply not fit into Hufflepuff. Intelligent. Both of you are. Wise, you are, Pharaoh. No Ravenclaw. Slytherin...Yuugi is clever, cunning, and if he wished to be, he would be manipulative. You know how to play with emotions, do you not? Yes. And you, Pharaoh, embody Slytherin. But it would not work. You two have a sense of nobility, loyalty, and courage that Slytherin fail to have. This is fairly simple...GRYFFINDOR!"
The table broke into wild cheers.
The Slytherin's gave a unanimous sigh of relief, because they had gotten none of the Mudblood foreigners...thank goodness.
Yuugi sat down somewhere in between Kaiba and Harry, Ron, and Hermione, oblivious to the death glares Kaiba was sending his way.
Eventually, Dumbledore stood, saying a few words, welcoming the Hogwarts students.
Finally, he clapped his hands.
Numerous first years and most of the transfers jumped as the platters in front of them filled with food.
And then they ate.
Yuugi chatted happily with his yami, as well as several other Gryffindor's, obviously more comfortable around people than any of the other transfers. Kaiba played with his food, ocassionally eating a bite or two.
Then several figures swooped into the Hall, startling several people.
Ghosts.
The Gryffindor ghost, called 'Nearly Headless Nick' by most of the people in the table, only drifted over to Yuugi and Kaiba when he had spoken to all the others.
Yuugi smiled brightly at the ghost. "Hello, what's your name?"
"Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington."
Yuugi looked slightly confused. "Wow. That's long. Would it be okay if I just called you Sir Nicholas?"
Sir Nicholas looked surprised. "That would be most welcome."
Yuugi smiled. "Great! I'm Yuugi Motou. The guy next to me is Seto Kaiba."
Yuugi and Sir Nicholas exchanged some more words, before the inevitable question came. "Why do they all call you Nearly Headless Nick?"
Sir Nicholas sighed, swinging his head to one side. It fell, so that it was only held up by a thin flap of skin. Kaiba looked faintly sick, and pushed away his food. Yuugi, on the other hand, seemed fascinated. "That's amazing!" He breathed.
Sit Nicholas swung his head back on, looking faintly pleased. "Thank you." He left a little while later.
Over at the Ravenclaw table, Bakura and the Ravenclaw ghost were engaged in deep conversation. Malik looked like he wanted nothing more than to sleep.
All of the ghosts left, and soon after, the Prefects and heads of House led the Houses away as well.
Because there were a couple of extra rooms in Ravenclaw, Malik and Ryou were able to share one, undisturbed by anybody else, a great relief to both of them.
Yuugi and Kaiba did not have that same luck. They shared with Harry and Ron, something that Kaiba was seething about.
The room-mates began to sleepily unpack, letting out their animals if they were not birds. Yuugi wasn't very secretive about what he unpacked, because there wasn't much interesting in his luggage. Everything that was was kept in the trunk and pushed under the bed, safely. Kaiba's packing was basically the same.
Soon enough, everybody, exhausted, went to sleep quickly.
Because of that, Kaiba was able to get up, get his lap-top, and sneak downstairs, having been pretending to sleep so that nobody asked him questions that he didn't feel like answering. Mistake followed him down like a little shadow, and he didn't really care.
He settled into one of the cushy chairs in front of the empty fireplace, and Mistake snuggled in next to his leg. It was dark downstairs, so the light of the lap-top was bright, illuminating his pale face and making it appear ghostly.
He managed to send an e-mail to Mokuba, which, ever after just having been away for a day, was still three pages long on Word.
Then he got to work, getting an impressive amount done before he closed the lap-top, and before he could get upstairs, succumbed to an uneasy sleep.
After a while he woke up. It was five o' clock in the morning by then, and he cursed, looking around. Eventually, he breathed a sigh of relief. Nobody had gotten up yet. If they had, he would have been pelted with even more pointless questions.
He looked out the window. It was rather gray outside. A pretty color.
"Um...Kaiba?"
Turning his stare towards the voice, he wasn't surprised to see Hermione Granger. She seemed like the type to get up earlier than others. He said nothing, opening his lap-top and turning his gaze back to his work.
In a few hours, it would be the first day of classes, he mused.
But he tried not to think about that.