- Location
- California
But what about a bird yokai, trolling a fox yokai?
Harry And The Shipgirls: Prisoner of Shipping (A HP/KanColle Snippet Collection)
- Thread starter Harry Leferts
- Start date
- Crossover
Batrix2070
For VI Space Commonwealth of Poland!
- Location
- On ORP Ryzykant, Brenna System
That's when we talk about a different situation. Then there is an incident that ends with Tom and Jerry.
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
- Location
- Sector 2814
Her mother has likely told her all about that bezumnaya anglichanka Lily Evans.
I think I've got a theme song for the final conflict between Colombe and Helmar.
Two people who once loved each other, only for the love to turn to hate...a battle that only one of them could walk away from...in the end, concealed by a mask of sin, the final battle was a Masquerade.
Two people who once loved each other, only for the love to turn to hate...a battle that only one of them could walk away from...in the end, concealed by a mask of sin, the final battle was a Masquerade.
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- Location
- California
Amused Bystander
Herald of 'She who Umu's' Be Brave!
- Location
- Philippines
Poor Fleur is boggling so hard that Fleur exe. may need to reboot.
And Poor Susan like Hermione is out of fucks to give.
Too late Ehren! We denizens from beyond the 4th Wall have heard your thoughts on this!
Cue Wisconsin trying to slyly put a cat ear headband on her only for NJ to gibb slap her every time.
- Location
- United States
I'd like to give a big shout out to SisterJeanne for helping to lay out the groundwork for this scene. Without them, this snippet might have taken significantly longer to come out.
also, fair warning: this may be a bit brutal.
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Regalia's breath hitched in her throat at the sight of the other Re-class charging her, with its hands crooked into claws.
Acting more on instinct than thought, she dove forward and past the feral lunging for her. She felt her tail slam into the other Re's kneecap with a shock that vibrated through her keel and a sickening crash of steel on steel. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as the feral stumbled and fell forward, its leg twisting at an unnatural angle.
Some distant part of her mind thought, that had to have hurt. For the most part, though, she was focused on calling for help.
"Someone, anyone!" She cried into her radio. "There's a feral Abyssal on the beach! I need help! I can't do this by myself...!"
The other Re had risen to its feet again and was limping toward her, the portside set of propeller shafts visibly snapped and twisted around the swollen, purpling knee joint. It didn't even look to care about the damage.
If she gets past me... Regalia thought, she's going to kill anyone she gets her hands on. The children... the Yokai... as many of my family as it takes to put her down. I have to stay... I have to keep her focused on me for as long as I can... but what can I even do!?
No. Regalia took a breath. She had to stay focused. Things would only get worse if she panicked.
She thought back to Grandma's teachings. Thought back to her aunts' gladiatorial matches. She knew the ins and outs of her entire body—which meant she knew this Re-class. If she had the knowledge of how her hull was put together, she had the knowledge to break it down. And one of the best ways to do that?
Fighting dirty.
She began to circle to the left, forcing the other Re to rely on its damaged propulsion to turn, keep her in focus—until, moving faster than should have been possible, the feral snarled and leaped towards her. Regalia desperately twisted to avoid the attack, but the other Re was so fast.
She felt a stabbing pain as a fist slammed into her gut, buckling the armor plate over her citadel and cracking two of her ribs.
The other Re hissed in satisfaction as Regalia doubled over and wheezed for breath. The feral grabbed Regalia by her shoulder and neck and pulled her closer... then reeled back when Regalia's head snapped forward and crushed her nose with a visceral crunch.
When the feral released its grip to clutch at its mangled nose, Regalia threw her arms wide and slammed her cupped palms over both ears at once. The double hammerblow of compressed air, driven by Regalia's full horsepower, blew out its eardrums and wrecked its inner ears and command spaces.
The feral staggered backward as its command crew was dazed and stunned by the spalling of the double impact and the crumpling of her gyroscopes, causing it to lose her balance. But Regalia couldn't let up. Ducking down to grab a fistful of sand and gravel, she lunged forward and smashed it into her foe's face, raking her nails over the feral's glowing eyes in the same motion just for good measure. It was hard to resist feeling proud of herself when the feral reeled back even further with a screech, wildly clawing at its own face... in just a few seconds, she'd ruined the feral's sight, scent, and hearing.
But the pride turned to confusion when there was a spark.
Regalia backed away as the feral pitched forward, its screeching growing in volume. With each desperate swipe, licks of blue fire trailed from its bleeding eyes, growing steadily more intense, until the feral's entire upper face seemed to literally catch fire.
That was not natural. That was absolutely not natural.
Regalia pivoted on her heels and swung her hips as hard as she could, slamming her tail into the feral thing's flank while it wasn't defending itself. The impact launched the Re-class off its feet, tumbling end over end until it came to a stop among the rocky inner shores. Despite the destruction of both its senses and balance, the feral was unnervingly quick to get back up on its feet, just in time for Regalia to rush forward and slam her knee into its gut—"right below the belt", in the thinner armor covering her turbine spaces.
The loud crunch that resonated from the feral's abdomen told Regalia she'd broken something vital... but the feral showed almost no reaction. It wasn't even screaming anymore. It simply glared at her, two solid orbs of pure hate on a face that was rapidly blackening and boiling away. Regalia's gut was telling her to get the hell away from this thing; she tried to push off the feral, get away from her—
Too late, she remembered her foe also had a tail... and with it, a second set of sensory organs to track her.
Regalia screamed in pain as a massive set of jaws bit down on her outstretched leg, the huge, sharp teeth easily tearing into her flesh. She desperately grabbed at the armored head, attempting to pry its jaws off, but something was wrong... the steel was practically superheated, and after less than a second the skin on her hands, as well as the meat of her thigh, were beginning to sizzle and melt, compounding her agony. Her own tail tried to save her by biting the feral Re's tail to draw its attention, but the bellow of shock and pain that immediately left Tippy's throat indicated that the feral's flesh and blood were practically boiling hot in themselves.
Confused and in immense pain, Regalia was helpless to protect herself when she was yanked up into the air by her leg... then slammed back down.
On the first impact, the air was ripped from Regalia's lungs. On the next, her back was slammed against a rock, cracking several more ribs. As Regalia was being swung a third time, there was a loud, wet tear, and she was flung free. The back of her skull whipped against the compacted gravel where she landed, leaving her too stunned and concussed to even scream for the roughly one-third of her thigh that had just been ripped away.
A great weight slamming down on her chest, aggravating her already-weakened ribs, quickly brought Regalia back to her senses. The feral was on top of her. This close, she could see that more than half the skin on its face had now completely burned away, exposing the black metallic rictus of its skull—and it was glowing red with heat, making it look even more nightmarish. The rest of its body seemed to be melting as well; patches of skin sloughing off, hitting the ground and sizzling away, exposing tissues that were literally aflame. Everywhere the feral's skin touched hers, Regalia burned, but she couldn't get enough air to scream.
Regalia thrashed and flailed desperately beneath the feral, wildly striking at any soft spot she could think of. Generator spaces, ammunition bunkers, ventilation, spleen, liver, throat... but fighting through the overwhelming pain was sapping her energy, and her foe was now far beyond caring about its own survival.
A pair of burning hands found Regalia's neck and began to squeeze.
Regalia tried one last time to push the feral off—but with her ventilation cut off, exhaust was now filling her hull, and her strength was rapidly fading. She couldn't breathe, couldn't even try to draw breath, the hands around her throat scorching her flesh.
No... someone... anyone... please...!?
Her strength was all but gone. Everything was starting to go numb.
Please... I don't want to die like this... I don't want to die...!
Her vision began to go grey.
Mommy... where are you, Mommy...
Please... I'm sorry—
With a hideous gunshot crack, a fist exploded out from the other Re-class's chest, coated in molten bits of steel and viscera.
The feral Abyssal spasmed, taking a moment to register the fatal strike, before falling still. "AGH! MOTHERFUCKER!!" A familiar voice howled in pain and rage. The limp Re-class on top of Regalia was violently heaved upward and thrown away—revealing a battleship demon doubled over behind her, clutching a smoldering arm.
Regalia coughed and gasped, the weight on her chest and throat suddenly gone, freeing her airway. Her blurry vision slowly refocused on the new arrival. "Au... A-Aunt..." she croaked.
"Don't try to talk," Sunny ordered through gritted teeth as she rushed to Regalia's side. "Just focus on breathing for now. Capital ships like us don't handle strangulation well." Regalia tried to follow her aunt's order, but getting in deep enough breaths was a struggle; she could feel her broken ribs digging into her lungs with each inhalation. It was a miracle none of them had punctured.
Sunny dropped to her knees beside her, gingerly lifting her into a sitting position. "We all heard your distress call; your mom and the others are on the way." She hissed, looking over the severe burns, the deep bruises, and the (thank God) mostly-cauterized mess that was the young Re-class's leg. "Fucking hell... I just wish we could've gotten here a little sooner."
Regalia felt a tightness in her gut loosening up in her aunt's presence. Everything had happened so fast, less than a couple of minutes maybe, yet it had felt so much longer. Now, just like that... "That... that thing..." she wheezed. "Something was..."
"I know." Sunny held up the arm she'd used to impale the feral Re-class with a grimace. The steel of her claws was visibly slagged, and her forearm was covered in second- and third-degree burns. "Felt like the bitch was fucking melting from the inside out."
"But... but how? Where...?"
Sunny shook her head. "I don't know. I've never seen anything like that in all my years. But this has 'psycho cunt' written all over it, I can say that much."
Regalia's next attempt to get a full breath quickly broke down in a brief, but violent fit of coughing. Once it came to and end, she offhandedly noted that she could taste blood, and a fair bit of it. Maybe there was a lung puncture after all... or at least a lot of busted vents.
"Take it easy. Don't force yourself," Sunny said softly. She paused for a moment. "You most have been terrified. Probably never expected your first combat experience to be like... this. Hell, I'm sure that if your mother had any say in the matter, you would've never had to see combat, ever." She sighed. "But life rarely happens the way we want it to. And given the circumstances... I'd say you fared a hell of a lot better than someone as inexperienced as you really had any right to." The Demon leaned forward and gently, carefully hugged her niece. "You showed guts, kiddo. I'm proud of you."
The last of Regalia's tension finally faded, and she sagged in her aunt's embrace with a relieved whimper. It was over. The feral was dead. The islanders were safe. She was alive. Maimed, but alive.
"Alright..." Sunny continued, pulling away from Regalia. "Think you have enough leg left to stand on?" The look of quiet disbelief on the Re-class's face was all the answer she needed. "Okay, yeah. I know. Just seeing if you wanted extra badass credit for walking it off, so to speak." She grabbed Regalia by the armpits and carefully hefted her to her one usable foot. "Come on. You can lean on me. We'll go back together."
Regalia nodded, holding on to her aunt's shoulders with what strength she could muster. But as she lifted her head up and her gaze drifted past the Demon... she froze.
The feral Re-class was standing.
The creature jerked and spasmed, standing half-limp like a puppet with its strings cut. Even more of its flesh had boiled away, to the point that over half of its body was now being consumed by blue fire. In particular, the hole in its chest—the hole where its boilers used to be—was erupting with white-hot flame. One of its hands had outright fallen off, exposing the melting metallic bones of its forearm, snapped in two by the heat and stress... and it was now brandishing that sharpened, superheated splinter as a weapon, stumbling toward the pair with hatred and death in its now-empty eye sockets.
Too late, Sunny turned and saw the abomination, as it lunged out for one last strike. Regalia knew she couldn't move fast enough to counter or get out of the way—not while the Re-class was clinging to her. And throwing her out of harm's way would leave the Demon open to being stabbed in a vital organ withmolten metal... a wound that would almost certainly be lethal, maybe even catastrophically explosive, if it touched off her ammo.
She saw only one option.
"NO!" Regalia cried, throwing herself over Sunny's shoulder to intercept her foe. She drew a fist back, drawing on every last bit of strength she had left in her, and lashed out.
Her outstretched fist impacted the abomination's chin—
A flash.
Then... darkness.
also, fair warning: this may be a bit brutal.
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Regalia's breath hitched in her throat at the sight of the other Re-class charging her, with its hands crooked into claws.
Acting more on instinct than thought, she dove forward and past the feral lunging for her. She felt her tail slam into the other Re's kneecap with a shock that vibrated through her keel and a sickening crash of steel on steel. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as the feral stumbled and fell forward, its leg twisting at an unnatural angle.
Some distant part of her mind thought, that had to have hurt. For the most part, though, she was focused on calling for help.
"Someone, anyone!" She cried into her radio. "There's a feral Abyssal on the beach! I need help! I can't do this by myself...!"
The other Re had risen to its feet again and was limping toward her, the portside set of propeller shafts visibly snapped and twisted around the swollen, purpling knee joint. It didn't even look to care about the damage.
If she gets past me... Regalia thought, she's going to kill anyone she gets her hands on. The children... the Yokai... as many of my family as it takes to put her down. I have to stay... I have to keep her focused on me for as long as I can... but what can I even do!?
No. Regalia took a breath. She had to stay focused. Things would only get worse if she panicked.
She thought back to Grandma's teachings. Thought back to her aunts' gladiatorial matches. She knew the ins and outs of her entire body—which meant she knew this Re-class. If she had the knowledge of how her hull was put together, she had the knowledge to break it down. And one of the best ways to do that?
Fighting dirty.
She began to circle to the left, forcing the other Re to rely on its damaged propulsion to turn, keep her in focus—until, moving faster than should have been possible, the feral snarled and leaped towards her. Regalia desperately twisted to avoid the attack, but the other Re was so fast.
She felt a stabbing pain as a fist slammed into her gut, buckling the armor plate over her citadel and cracking two of her ribs.
The other Re hissed in satisfaction as Regalia doubled over and wheezed for breath. The feral grabbed Regalia by her shoulder and neck and pulled her closer... then reeled back when Regalia's head snapped forward and crushed her nose with a visceral crunch.
When the feral released its grip to clutch at its mangled nose, Regalia threw her arms wide and slammed her cupped palms over both ears at once. The double hammerblow of compressed air, driven by Regalia's full horsepower, blew out its eardrums and wrecked its inner ears and command spaces.
The feral staggered backward as its command crew was dazed and stunned by the spalling of the double impact and the crumpling of her gyroscopes, causing it to lose her balance. But Regalia couldn't let up. Ducking down to grab a fistful of sand and gravel, she lunged forward and smashed it into her foe's face, raking her nails over the feral's glowing eyes in the same motion just for good measure. It was hard to resist feeling proud of herself when the feral reeled back even further with a screech, wildly clawing at its own face... in just a few seconds, she'd ruined the feral's sight, scent, and hearing.
But the pride turned to confusion when there was a spark.
Regalia backed away as the feral pitched forward, its screeching growing in volume. With each desperate swipe, licks of blue fire trailed from its bleeding eyes, growing steadily more intense, until the feral's entire upper face seemed to literally catch fire.
That was not natural. That was absolutely not natural.
Regalia pivoted on her heels and swung her hips as hard as she could, slamming her tail into the feral thing's flank while it wasn't defending itself. The impact launched the Re-class off its feet, tumbling end over end until it came to a stop among the rocky inner shores. Despite the destruction of both its senses and balance, the feral was unnervingly quick to get back up on its feet, just in time for Regalia to rush forward and slam her knee into its gut—"right below the belt", in the thinner armor covering her turbine spaces.
The loud crunch that resonated from the feral's abdomen told Regalia she'd broken something vital... but the feral showed almost no reaction. It wasn't even screaming anymore. It simply glared at her, two solid orbs of pure hate on a face that was rapidly blackening and boiling away. Regalia's gut was telling her to get the hell away from this thing; she tried to push off the feral, get away from her—
Too late, she remembered her foe also had a tail... and with it, a second set of sensory organs to track her.
Regalia screamed in pain as a massive set of jaws bit down on her outstretched leg, the huge, sharp teeth easily tearing into her flesh. She desperately grabbed at the armored head, attempting to pry its jaws off, but something was wrong... the steel was practically superheated, and after less than a second the skin on her hands, as well as the meat of her thigh, were beginning to sizzle and melt, compounding her agony. Her own tail tried to save her by biting the feral Re's tail to draw its attention, but the bellow of shock and pain that immediately left Tippy's throat indicated that the feral's flesh and blood were practically boiling hot in themselves.
Confused and in immense pain, Regalia was helpless to protect herself when she was yanked up into the air by her leg... then slammed back down.
On the first impact, the air was ripped from Regalia's lungs. On the next, her back was slammed against a rock, cracking several more ribs. As Regalia was being swung a third time, there was a loud, wet tear, and she was flung free. The back of her skull whipped against the compacted gravel where she landed, leaving her too stunned and concussed to even scream for the roughly one-third of her thigh that had just been ripped away.
A great weight slamming down on her chest, aggravating her already-weakened ribs, quickly brought Regalia back to her senses. The feral was on top of her. This close, she could see that more than half the skin on its face had now completely burned away, exposing the black metallic rictus of its skull—and it was glowing red with heat, making it look even more nightmarish. The rest of its body seemed to be melting as well; patches of skin sloughing off, hitting the ground and sizzling away, exposing tissues that were literally aflame. Everywhere the feral's skin touched hers, Regalia burned, but she couldn't get enough air to scream.
Regalia thrashed and flailed desperately beneath the feral, wildly striking at any soft spot she could think of. Generator spaces, ammunition bunkers, ventilation, spleen, liver, throat... but fighting through the overwhelming pain was sapping her energy, and her foe was now far beyond caring about its own survival.
A pair of burning hands found Regalia's neck and began to squeeze.
Regalia tried one last time to push the feral off—but with her ventilation cut off, exhaust was now filling her hull, and her strength was rapidly fading. She couldn't breathe, couldn't even try to draw breath, the hands around her throat scorching her flesh.
No... someone... anyone... please...!?
Her strength was all but gone. Everything was starting to go numb.
Please... I don't want to die like this... I don't want to die...!
Her vision began to go grey.
Mommy... where are you, Mommy...
Please... I'm sorry—
With a hideous gunshot crack, a fist exploded out from the other Re-class's chest, coated in molten bits of steel and viscera.
The feral Abyssal spasmed, taking a moment to register the fatal strike, before falling still. "AGH! MOTHERFUCKER!!" A familiar voice howled in pain and rage. The limp Re-class on top of Regalia was violently heaved upward and thrown away—revealing a battleship demon doubled over behind her, clutching a smoldering arm.
Regalia coughed and gasped, the weight on her chest and throat suddenly gone, freeing her airway. Her blurry vision slowly refocused on the new arrival. "Au... A-Aunt..." she croaked.
"Don't try to talk," Sunny ordered through gritted teeth as she rushed to Regalia's side. "Just focus on breathing for now. Capital ships like us don't handle strangulation well." Regalia tried to follow her aunt's order, but getting in deep enough breaths was a struggle; she could feel her broken ribs digging into her lungs with each inhalation. It was a miracle none of them had punctured.
Sunny dropped to her knees beside her, gingerly lifting her into a sitting position. "We all heard your distress call; your mom and the others are on the way." She hissed, looking over the severe burns, the deep bruises, and the (thank God) mostly-cauterized mess that was the young Re-class's leg. "Fucking hell... I just wish we could've gotten here a little sooner."
Regalia felt a tightness in her gut loosening up in her aunt's presence. Everything had happened so fast, less than a couple of minutes maybe, yet it had felt so much longer. Now, just like that... "That... that thing..." she wheezed. "Something was..."
"I know." Sunny held up the arm she'd used to impale the feral Re-class with a grimace. The steel of her claws was visibly slagged, and her forearm was covered in second- and third-degree burns. "Felt like the bitch was fucking melting from the inside out."
"But... but how? Where...?"
Sunny shook her head. "I don't know. I've never seen anything like that in all my years. But this has 'psycho cunt' written all over it, I can say that much."
Regalia's next attempt to get a full breath quickly broke down in a brief, but violent fit of coughing. Once it came to and end, she offhandedly noted that she could taste blood, and a fair bit of it. Maybe there was a lung puncture after all... or at least a lot of busted vents.
"Take it easy. Don't force yourself," Sunny said softly. She paused for a moment. "You most have been terrified. Probably never expected your first combat experience to be like... this. Hell, I'm sure that if your mother had any say in the matter, you would've never had to see combat, ever." She sighed. "But life rarely happens the way we want it to. And given the circumstances... I'd say you fared a hell of a lot better than someone as inexperienced as you really had any right to." The Demon leaned forward and gently, carefully hugged her niece. "You showed guts, kiddo. I'm proud of you."
The last of Regalia's tension finally faded, and she sagged in her aunt's embrace with a relieved whimper. It was over. The feral was dead. The islanders were safe. She was alive. Maimed, but alive.
"Alright..." Sunny continued, pulling away from Regalia. "Think you have enough leg left to stand on?" The look of quiet disbelief on the Re-class's face was all the answer she needed. "Okay, yeah. I know. Just seeing if you wanted extra badass credit for walking it off, so to speak." She grabbed Regalia by the armpits and carefully hefted her to her one usable foot. "Come on. You can lean on me. We'll go back together."
Regalia nodded, holding on to her aunt's shoulders with what strength she could muster. But as she lifted her head up and her gaze drifted past the Demon... she froze.
The feral Re-class was standing.
The creature jerked and spasmed, standing half-limp like a puppet with its strings cut. Even more of its flesh had boiled away, to the point that over half of its body was now being consumed by blue fire. In particular, the hole in its chest—the hole where its boilers used to be—was erupting with white-hot flame. One of its hands had outright fallen off, exposing the melting metallic bones of its forearm, snapped in two by the heat and stress... and it was now brandishing that sharpened, superheated splinter as a weapon, stumbling toward the pair with hatred and death in its now-empty eye sockets.
Too late, Sunny turned and saw the abomination, as it lunged out for one last strike. Regalia knew she couldn't move fast enough to counter or get out of the way—not while the Re-class was clinging to her. And throwing her out of harm's way would leave the Demon open to being stabbed in a vital organ withmolten metal... a wound that would almost certainly be lethal, maybe even catastrophically explosive, if it touched off her ammo.
She saw only one option.
"NO!" Regalia cried, throwing herself over Sunny's shoulder to intercept her foe. She drew a fist back, drawing on every last bit of strength she had left in her, and lashed out.
Her outstretched fist impacted the abomination's chin—
A flash.
Then... darkness.
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not bad, and you used Renita a few time in the start of the combat.
Very strong Saren vibes there.
Point blank Magazine detonation, Sunny and Regalia will be hurting badly after that but it's survivable.
Sunny is Tanky and Regalia is by Design even Tankier Armor and Pressure hull included.
Sunny is Tanky and Regalia is by Design even Tankier Armor and Pressure hull included.
Amused Bystander
Herald of 'She who Umu's' Be Brave!
- Location
- Philippines
Regalia better be daijobu in the next update.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
A great amount of Harry was extremely amused by how various people were reacting to his current clothes. The Hogwarts students and staff mostly reacted to it with groans of exasperation and the like, with more than a few muttering about how they didn't need the confusion about themselves that he caused. Other students of the school, of the mostly male persuasion, couldn't look at him without blushing ever since the morning's performance with Natsumi. It was especially hilarious to hum snitches of the songs, see them space out, before they flushed and looked utterly embarrassed. From what he heard, Ehren was caught in a bit of a stunned, spaced out state and nearly missed her first class.
Interestingly, Snape gave him the slightest smirk, though there was also the look of nostalgia that was on said Potion Master's face which the teen suspected had to do with how much he looked like his biological mother.
Meanwhile, the other schools had their own reactions to "Heather", which only increased his amusement. Krum had stared at him for some time before sighing with a red face, shaking his head, and raising a mug filled with coffee towards him in salute. Something that got a nod from Harry himself as the teen could appreciate how well he took it. The various boys of Durmstrang who had been flirting with him were also embarrassed, with some shooting glares at him…
Glares that soon vanished as often, Sveltlana would say something with a smirk that would cause the students in question to become even more red and slump some. As if they were about to be executed, which… if Sveltlana was anything like her mother, and Harry suspected she was, was not far off. Of course, he had asked the Russian girl about how it was that she had figured him out so quickly, which he had recognized. Sveltlana took a deep drag of her cigarette, smirked, and leaned in before speaking, "I was raised in Roanapur, which is in Thailand. My Mother sometimes took me to other ports when I was younger as did my Father." Then, she had smirked some, "You are good, da, but not quite that good yet."
Very slowly, the normally black-haired teenage boy had nodded with a chuckle, accepting that.
Though there was that Hungarian witch, Kamilla or something, at times gave him flustered glares as if his existence somehow insulted her. All Harry did was smile back at her and giggle, or flip his hair, which only made her more flustered. Other times though, she gave a smirk towards Pansy, which angered the Slytherin, especially when she commented that Harry was still a better girl than "Certain Slytherins", which Pansy seemed to take as an insult. Something that the teenage wizard had suspicions in regards to considering some of the rumors that he had heard.
Of course, that left the Beauxbatons crowd which had… interesting reactions of their own. Like with Durmstrang, the boys had been more than a little flustered at the reveal, and some of those not there for the initial one had flirted with him before either he told them or others had about his actual gender. It was similar with Argalia, who seemed inordinately amused by all the attention being paid to them (of course, Harry did have his limits and there was no way he was willing to dress in a two piece when suggested by said lance). Madam Maxime had turned to Dumbledore with a hurried conversation, which the old wizard just chuckled at before she leaned back with a befuddled look on her face at something that Albus had said.
With the girls though, it was a mixture of reactions. Some of them, like their Headmistress, had seemed utterly befuddled at what he was doing. Others, such as Isabella, seemed more amused than anything else. It did not fail to catch Harry's attention that most of those in that group were the very same that were members of Colombe's fanclub. A few of the girls glared at him with angry looks, as if he was insulting them by just existing or doing what he was. In their case, he just winked and smiled before doing a pose, which only got them angrier… and flustered.
And, of course, there were those like Fleur who were confused, and somewhat flustered by what he was doing. More than one had been muttering about how it was that he pulled off being a girl so very well. Something that made him internally snicker at what they were saying.
It was all so very amusing after all, not just to him but the two weapons of Astolfo as well, Sumiko as well from the few glances he had caught of the Kunoichi with a grin as she enjoyed the chaos.
But, as Harry made his way towards the Great Hall for lunch, he blinked as he heard his name called out and turned to find Fleur making her way towards him, "Good afternoon, Fleur."
The Beauxbatons Champion took a deep breath and nodded towards him, "Good afternoon to you as well, 'Arry." For a brief moment, something like confusion came over her face before she sighed and her shoulders slumped, "Are you doing zhis because of what I said?"
Lips twitching, Harry's response made her blink, "Actually? Only a little bit is because of that." He then flipped his hair over his shoulder in a way that made Fleur's eyebrow twitch, "I mean, you did say that you could make a better boy than I could make a girl."
For a second or two, it looked like Fleur had bitten into a lemon before taking another breath, "Zo, I…" She gestured at him with a confused look, "Why?"
Hum escaping him, the crossdressing wizard tilted his head some before he began to tick off on his fingers, "Well… firstly? It amused me to do so, especially due to all the looks." Second finger raised, "Not to mention, it lets me blow off a little bit of steam due to the First Task. Third…" Another finger came up, "I'll admit, part of me wanted to show off at you."
Blinking at that, Fleur furrowed her eyebrows with an unsure look on her face, "Zhow off?"
Just nodding at that, Harry chuckled a little, "Fleur, while I may be a boy, and thus not understand everything about girls? I was raised in a girl dominated household." A small snort escaped him in amusement as he shook his head, "It was me, my Mum, and Hoppou at first along with Shiromizu. We've been joined by Blackie Smokie and Seiko since then, which made me even more outnumbered."
Very slowly, the part Veela frowned at that, "I zee…?"
Only shaking his head, Harry continued to smile, "Fleur, there was also the fact that outside of school? I mostly hung around the shipgirls that were my physical age. Off the top of my head, I often played with Hibiki-Chan, Inazuma-Chan, Ikazuchi-Chan, and Akatsuki-Chan. Not to mention Fubuki-Nee, Yuudachi-Nee, Naka-Nee, and many more. And that is not getting into how many aunts I had. We could be here through lunch before I finished naming off all the girls who were basically friends, sisters, and aunts to me. I could count the men and such that I hung around with growing up with one hand, among them being the three who were basically my Uncles in Uncle John, Goto-Oji, and Yonehara-Oji. Other then them? Maybe some of the crews of Hibiki-Chan and the others. But… yeah, mostly grew up around girls."
There was an odd look at that bit of information, "Zo, you mostly hung around with girls? When growing up?"
With a hum, Harry nodded at that, "Pretty much? I mean, like I said, out of school I mostly hung around girls and grew up with them. And even in school, I hung around with Natsumi-Chan. So even if I don't fully understand girls, I probably know more than most boys."
Right then, Ehren spoke up having walked up with an unsure look on her face, "Ja, I see, but… um…" The German dagger blushed a little and gestured at him, "About what you're doing, why…"
Understanding on his face, the crossdressed wizard only nodded, "Why is it that it seems like I'm not bothered?" Part of him noted that there was a portion of Ehren's expression that seemed off, as if she was fighting something. And Harry suspected that he knew exactly what that something was considering her history, "Why should I be?"
He felt amusement as that seemed to bring up Ehren short alongside Fleur. Slowly, Laura leaned out from behind her friend, "Uh… you're a guy? And wearing girls clothes…?"
Chuckles escaping him, Harry shook his head, "Exactly why it doesn't bother me." At the looks, he sighed some and leaned a bit to the side, "They're clothes, guys, nothing more and nothing less. Yes, they're girl clothes and I am a guy. But it isn't like they're some sort of virus where by wearing them I'll transform into a girl because I'm doing so. Nor will I suddenly only be attracted to guys because I'm wearing girl clothes. Doesn't work like that outside of a bad hentai doujin. They're just clothes, that's all. I'm still me under my clothes, my wig, and makeup."
Mouth opening, Fleur paused for a moment as she furrowed her eyebrows while the others looked confused at the last bit, "But…"
Just shaking his head, the normally black-haired wizard smiled at her, "Fleur, once upon a time a girl wearing trousers would get people worried that, maybe, she would suddenly like girls. Tomboys wearing boy clothes would cause people to tut about it and wonder if she wanted to be an actual boy and such. In the end though? Look around when you're out and about and you'll see plenty of girls walking around in jeans and other forms of pants. Some of them wearing clothes that would, once upon a time, have been only for boys. Yet they're not suddenly turning into a guy because they put on a pair of trousers or what have you. It is the same for me."
Continuing, Harry patted himself on the chest, "I'm a guy, Fleur, one hundred percent male. The clothes that I wear don't change that. I'm comfortable in both my skin and my masculinity, that I am a boy. Hence, I don't need to worry about that fact nor do I need confirmation of it, to prove to myself that I am a guy. And so…" Spreading his arms, he smiled some, "I'm not bothered by wearing girl clothes, a wig, and makeup. Because it doesn't change the fact that I am a guy and that is all there is to it in the end."
Now thoughtful, Fleur considered that fact and, from the corner of his eye, the wizard noted that Ehren also seemed very deep in thought about what he had said. The French Champion slowly nodded at that, "I zee…" All of a sudden, her eyes went wide and she flushed some, "Do you expect that I do the zame…? And dress as, um…"
Unable to help himself, the crossdressed boy chuckled, "Dress up as a guy?" At her slow nod, he hummed and rubbed his chin, "Well, you would make for a very good Bishounen…" The teen ignored the utter befuddlement on the faces of those who were listening, but then shrugged a little bit, "But no, I don't expect that you do that."
Glare appearing on her face, Fleur frowned at what he had said, "Iz it because you Zhink that I cannot do it?"
However, to her surprise, Harry shook his head, "No, I'm pretty sure that you would be able to pull it off, Fleur. Like I said, you would make for a good Bishounen in looks. But there is more to crossdressing or crossplaying like I am and do than just dressing up in clothes of the opposite sex. There is also the mental aspect, in being comfortable with it. Hence, I would never ask it of someone who is not comfortable with it."
Bullish look coming over her face, the Beauxbatons student took a deep breath, "I will ztill do it!"
For several moments, Harry looked her in the eye before nodding some with a smile, "Very well, but wait for a few days since I have some business outside of Hogwarts for the next few days."
Ehren blinked at that in curiosity, "You have some business outside of Hogwarts?"
Lips twitching, they wondered some at the soft smile that came over his face even as they blushed, "I do, starting tomorrow." Then, Harry shrugged and turned back to Fleur with a small smile, "But if you want, I can give you some tips when I get back. Such as a proper wig and the like as well as how to wear one properly?"
Utterly befuddled at that, Fleur slowly nodded, "Oui? I suppose zo…?"
With a nod, Harry considered her for a few moments before smirking as he turned, "Hmm… Hogwarts Host Club, there's an idea… Now, how to rope the Weasley Twins into it…" It went without saying that those there were confused as he began singing to himself, "Kiss, kiss fall in love~"
Frown on her face, the Beauxbatons student turned towards Ehren and the others, "Does… anyone know what 'e is talking about?"
All she got, however, was shrugs of their own confusion.
Giggling as she walked beside Harry into the Great Hall, Teruzuki's smile widened as he continued to sing, "Are you really going to do that, Harry-Chan?"
Only humming as he rubbed his chin, Harry gave a small shrug, "Well… it is an interesting idea. And I would like to see the reactions…" His smile became a grin as he glanced at the Weasley Twins, "Besides which, due to what happened last year I have an IOU from Fred and George for anything I could want~"
It went without saying that said redheads had a shudder and looked around in fear, while in the Timor Sea, Revina perked up with a grin.
His grin widening some, Harry chuckled a little, "A very interesting idea and I wonder who else I can rope into it…" Suddenly, he became thoughtful, "Hmm… maybe donate any proceeds to charity? There's an idea…"
The rest of the day passed as one could expect with the teenage wizard and the male of the two weapons of Astolfo leaving various people befuddled and confused about various things. All the while, Harry continued to roll the idea that he had around in his head. It would need some work, and he would also need to convince a number of people as well. But… it was not impossible, and it would be kind of fun as well.
As the days classes ended, however, Harry also talked with the various Professors as he was taking that Friday off for a long weekend. Something which they understood as, while he could have taken Monday off, he had not. And he was ahead in his work with most of what was going on being review, hence leaving school for a long weekend was not much of a bother, especially considering why he was doing so. They were not quite sure what "Materializing an Installation" was at first, but after an explanation had no issue with it.
Meanwhile, at the same time he spread around that he had urgent family business that he needed to cover.
With that done, Harry retreated back to the Head Boy's and Head Girl's quarters for "Practice" with Argalia and Melissia. If he was going to head out for a long weekend, he wasn't going to do it without a large "Bang" as it were. And the way he was choosing would certainly be that, and extremely amusing.
Sitting on the couch, Natsumi tilted her head a little as she watched Harry breathing in and out, some shirt a little damp from sweat as, to either side, the two pink-haired weapons were also grinning. Biting her lip, the Kitsune watched as Harry went back into doing the routine that he had been practicing with Argalia and Melissia. They didn't have much time even with the use of a time turner, but they had practically had it down to an art right then.
Briefly, the Kitsune bit her lip as she watched Harry launch into another routine, skin shining due to the sweat, '… It is a crime that he looks so good like that.'
Inside her, Tamamo licked her lips some, '{Indeed, but then that is Our Harry after all…}'
Not too long after, Hermione had just sat down when she paused as she reached for her food. For a few moments, she stayed like that before looking around with a narrowed eyed gaze and then turning towards Ron, "Ron… where's Harry?"
Glancing at her, the redhead frowned and looked around himself with a frown, "Er… no idea actually. Where is Mate?" Feeing a tap, he turned to find Ginny pointing, "What is it?"
Just raising an eyebrow, his sister pointed again, "Um… are the Duckies recording for some reason?"
That caused Ron's, Hermione's, and Neville's heads to whip around to find that, sure enough, the three Destroyers were doing exactly that with smiles on their faces and giggles between them as they whispered. Groaning, Hermione pinched her nose, "Oh God… what is he going to do now?"
Ron shrugged a little bit with a slight smile, "With Harry? Probably something that will amuse him while causing confusion and befuddlement."
Head laying on the table, the Light Cruiser groaned, "That is what I'm afraid of…"
Moments later, her worse fears were realized as Harry appeared, strutting into the Great Hall with a black wig on and wearing a sailor school uniform that bared his midriff, which more than a few stared at. The skirt, too, was a little bit short, though he had on leggings. One of the twins, meanwhile, wore a red shirt with brown sleeves and a beige skirt along with brown leggings. The other one wore a purple vest-like shirt with detached sleeves and a darker purple skirt along with white, knee-length socks.
It took a few seconds, but Hermione facepalmed, "By Davy Jones' pale, hairy nuts, are you bloody shitting me?"
Unknown to her, beside her Ron blinked as he felt an ancient presence in his mind actually pause at what his female friend had said to his great amusement.
Right then, however, the music started up as the three began to dance right there in front of the Great Hall and all three schools. Said dance mainly involving holding their hands above their head and opening and closing them as they swung their hips from side to side. Movement which made their skirts swish and caused more than one of the guys there to flush.
Harry, meanwhile, had the largest grin on his face as the three Duckies moved around to record, "Do-do-do-oo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah~"
All three began to sing as one, "We wonder are you ready to join us now? Hands in the air, we will show you how. Come and try, Caramell will be your guide…"
Various students just stared at the scene being played out in front of them with Fleur just boggling some. Ehren, meanwhile like earlier that day, had her mind just crash at the sight of Harry, Argalia, and Melissia singing a very familiar song to anyone who spent any time in the non-magical world. Every time her mind tried to restart, it crashed again.
Which was when Dumbledore shuffled behind Harry and the other two… and began dancing alongside them as Minerva at the Staff table laid her head on the table with groan… not helped when Flitwick started dancing a little at said table commenting that it was pretty catchy.
Interestingly, Snape gave him the slightest smirk, though there was also the look of nostalgia that was on said Potion Master's face which the teen suspected had to do with how much he looked like his biological mother.
Meanwhile, the other schools had their own reactions to "Heather", which only increased his amusement. Krum had stared at him for some time before sighing with a red face, shaking his head, and raising a mug filled with coffee towards him in salute. Something that got a nod from Harry himself as the teen could appreciate how well he took it. The various boys of Durmstrang who had been flirting with him were also embarrassed, with some shooting glares at him…
Glares that soon vanished as often, Sveltlana would say something with a smirk that would cause the students in question to become even more red and slump some. As if they were about to be executed, which… if Sveltlana was anything like her mother, and Harry suspected she was, was not far off. Of course, he had asked the Russian girl about how it was that she had figured him out so quickly, which he had recognized. Sveltlana took a deep drag of her cigarette, smirked, and leaned in before speaking, "I was raised in Roanapur, which is in Thailand. My Mother sometimes took me to other ports when I was younger as did my Father." Then, she had smirked some, "You are good, da, but not quite that good yet."
Very slowly, the normally black-haired teenage boy had nodded with a chuckle, accepting that.
Though there was that Hungarian witch, Kamilla or something, at times gave him flustered glares as if his existence somehow insulted her. All Harry did was smile back at her and giggle, or flip his hair, which only made her more flustered. Other times though, she gave a smirk towards Pansy, which angered the Slytherin, especially when she commented that Harry was still a better girl than "Certain Slytherins", which Pansy seemed to take as an insult. Something that the teenage wizard had suspicions in regards to considering some of the rumors that he had heard.
Of course, that left the Beauxbatons crowd which had… interesting reactions of their own. Like with Durmstrang, the boys had been more than a little flustered at the reveal, and some of those not there for the initial one had flirted with him before either he told them or others had about his actual gender. It was similar with Argalia, who seemed inordinately amused by all the attention being paid to them (of course, Harry did have his limits and there was no way he was willing to dress in a two piece when suggested by said lance). Madam Maxime had turned to Dumbledore with a hurried conversation, which the old wizard just chuckled at before she leaned back with a befuddled look on her face at something that Albus had said.
With the girls though, it was a mixture of reactions. Some of them, like their Headmistress, had seemed utterly befuddled at what he was doing. Others, such as Isabella, seemed more amused than anything else. It did not fail to catch Harry's attention that most of those in that group were the very same that were members of Colombe's fanclub. A few of the girls glared at him with angry looks, as if he was insulting them by just existing or doing what he was. In their case, he just winked and smiled before doing a pose, which only got them angrier… and flustered.
And, of course, there were those like Fleur who were confused, and somewhat flustered by what he was doing. More than one had been muttering about how it was that he pulled off being a girl so very well. Something that made him internally snicker at what they were saying.
It was all so very amusing after all, not just to him but the two weapons of Astolfo as well, Sumiko as well from the few glances he had caught of the Kunoichi with a grin as she enjoyed the chaos.
But, as Harry made his way towards the Great Hall for lunch, he blinked as he heard his name called out and turned to find Fleur making her way towards him, "Good afternoon, Fleur."
The Beauxbatons Champion took a deep breath and nodded towards him, "Good afternoon to you as well, 'Arry." For a brief moment, something like confusion came over her face before she sighed and her shoulders slumped, "Are you doing zhis because of what I said?"
Lips twitching, Harry's response made her blink, "Actually? Only a little bit is because of that." He then flipped his hair over his shoulder in a way that made Fleur's eyebrow twitch, "I mean, you did say that you could make a better boy than I could make a girl."
For a second or two, it looked like Fleur had bitten into a lemon before taking another breath, "Zo, I…" She gestured at him with a confused look, "Why?"
Hum escaping him, the crossdressing wizard tilted his head some before he began to tick off on his fingers, "Well… firstly? It amused me to do so, especially due to all the looks." Second finger raised, "Not to mention, it lets me blow off a little bit of steam due to the First Task. Third…" Another finger came up, "I'll admit, part of me wanted to show off at you."
Blinking at that, Fleur furrowed her eyebrows with an unsure look on her face, "Zhow off?"
Just nodding at that, Harry chuckled a little, "Fleur, while I may be a boy, and thus not understand everything about girls? I was raised in a girl dominated household." A small snort escaped him in amusement as he shook his head, "It was me, my Mum, and Hoppou at first along with Shiromizu. We've been joined by Blackie Smokie and Seiko since then, which made me even more outnumbered."
Very slowly, the part Veela frowned at that, "I zee…?"
Only shaking his head, Harry continued to smile, "Fleur, there was also the fact that outside of school? I mostly hung around the shipgirls that were my physical age. Off the top of my head, I often played with Hibiki-Chan, Inazuma-Chan, Ikazuchi-Chan, and Akatsuki-Chan. Not to mention Fubuki-Nee, Yuudachi-Nee, Naka-Nee, and many more. And that is not getting into how many aunts I had. We could be here through lunch before I finished naming off all the girls who were basically friends, sisters, and aunts to me. I could count the men and such that I hung around with growing up with one hand, among them being the three who were basically my Uncles in Uncle John, Goto-Oji, and Yonehara-Oji. Other then them? Maybe some of the crews of Hibiki-Chan and the others. But… yeah, mostly grew up around girls."
There was an odd look at that bit of information, "Zo, you mostly hung around with girls? When growing up?"
With a hum, Harry nodded at that, "Pretty much? I mean, like I said, out of school I mostly hung around girls and grew up with them. And even in school, I hung around with Natsumi-Chan. So even if I don't fully understand girls, I probably know more than most boys."
Right then, Ehren spoke up having walked up with an unsure look on her face, "Ja, I see, but… um…" The German dagger blushed a little and gestured at him, "About what you're doing, why…"
Understanding on his face, the crossdressed wizard only nodded, "Why is it that it seems like I'm not bothered?" Part of him noted that there was a portion of Ehren's expression that seemed off, as if she was fighting something. And Harry suspected that he knew exactly what that something was considering her history, "Why should I be?"
He felt amusement as that seemed to bring up Ehren short alongside Fleur. Slowly, Laura leaned out from behind her friend, "Uh… you're a guy? And wearing girls clothes…?"
Chuckles escaping him, Harry shook his head, "Exactly why it doesn't bother me." At the looks, he sighed some and leaned a bit to the side, "They're clothes, guys, nothing more and nothing less. Yes, they're girl clothes and I am a guy. But it isn't like they're some sort of virus where by wearing them I'll transform into a girl because I'm doing so. Nor will I suddenly only be attracted to guys because I'm wearing girl clothes. Doesn't work like that outside of a bad hentai doujin. They're just clothes, that's all. I'm still me under my clothes, my wig, and makeup."
Mouth opening, Fleur paused for a moment as she furrowed her eyebrows while the others looked confused at the last bit, "But…"
Just shaking his head, the normally black-haired wizard smiled at her, "Fleur, once upon a time a girl wearing trousers would get people worried that, maybe, she would suddenly like girls. Tomboys wearing boy clothes would cause people to tut about it and wonder if she wanted to be an actual boy and such. In the end though? Look around when you're out and about and you'll see plenty of girls walking around in jeans and other forms of pants. Some of them wearing clothes that would, once upon a time, have been only for boys. Yet they're not suddenly turning into a guy because they put on a pair of trousers or what have you. It is the same for me."
Continuing, Harry patted himself on the chest, "I'm a guy, Fleur, one hundred percent male. The clothes that I wear don't change that. I'm comfortable in both my skin and my masculinity, that I am a boy. Hence, I don't need to worry about that fact nor do I need confirmation of it, to prove to myself that I am a guy. And so…" Spreading his arms, he smiled some, "I'm not bothered by wearing girl clothes, a wig, and makeup. Because it doesn't change the fact that I am a guy and that is all there is to it in the end."
Now thoughtful, Fleur considered that fact and, from the corner of his eye, the wizard noted that Ehren also seemed very deep in thought about what he had said. The French Champion slowly nodded at that, "I zee…" All of a sudden, her eyes went wide and she flushed some, "Do you expect that I do the zame…? And dress as, um…"
Unable to help himself, the crossdressed boy chuckled, "Dress up as a guy?" At her slow nod, he hummed and rubbed his chin, "Well, you would make for a very good Bishounen…" The teen ignored the utter befuddlement on the faces of those who were listening, but then shrugged a little bit, "But no, I don't expect that you do that."
Glare appearing on her face, Fleur frowned at what he had said, "Iz it because you Zhink that I cannot do it?"
However, to her surprise, Harry shook his head, "No, I'm pretty sure that you would be able to pull it off, Fleur. Like I said, you would make for a good Bishounen in looks. But there is more to crossdressing or crossplaying like I am and do than just dressing up in clothes of the opposite sex. There is also the mental aspect, in being comfortable with it. Hence, I would never ask it of someone who is not comfortable with it."
Bullish look coming over her face, the Beauxbatons student took a deep breath, "I will ztill do it!"
For several moments, Harry looked her in the eye before nodding some with a smile, "Very well, but wait for a few days since I have some business outside of Hogwarts for the next few days."
Ehren blinked at that in curiosity, "You have some business outside of Hogwarts?"
Lips twitching, they wondered some at the soft smile that came over his face even as they blushed, "I do, starting tomorrow." Then, Harry shrugged and turned back to Fleur with a small smile, "But if you want, I can give you some tips when I get back. Such as a proper wig and the like as well as how to wear one properly?"
Utterly befuddled at that, Fleur slowly nodded, "Oui? I suppose zo…?"
With a nod, Harry considered her for a few moments before smirking as he turned, "Hmm… Hogwarts Host Club, there's an idea… Now, how to rope the Weasley Twins into it…" It went without saying that those there were confused as he began singing to himself, "Kiss, kiss fall in love~"
Frown on her face, the Beauxbatons student turned towards Ehren and the others, "Does… anyone know what 'e is talking about?"
All she got, however, was shrugs of their own confusion.
Giggling as she walked beside Harry into the Great Hall, Teruzuki's smile widened as he continued to sing, "Are you really going to do that, Harry-Chan?"
Only humming as he rubbed his chin, Harry gave a small shrug, "Well… it is an interesting idea. And I would like to see the reactions…" His smile became a grin as he glanced at the Weasley Twins, "Besides which, due to what happened last year I have an IOU from Fred and George for anything I could want~"
It went without saying that said redheads had a shudder and looked around in fear, while in the Timor Sea, Revina perked up with a grin.
His grin widening some, Harry chuckled a little, "A very interesting idea and I wonder who else I can rope into it…" Suddenly, he became thoughtful, "Hmm… maybe donate any proceeds to charity? There's an idea…"
The rest of the day passed as one could expect with the teenage wizard and the male of the two weapons of Astolfo leaving various people befuddled and confused about various things. All the while, Harry continued to roll the idea that he had around in his head. It would need some work, and he would also need to convince a number of people as well. But… it was not impossible, and it would be kind of fun as well.
As the days classes ended, however, Harry also talked with the various Professors as he was taking that Friday off for a long weekend. Something which they understood as, while he could have taken Monday off, he had not. And he was ahead in his work with most of what was going on being review, hence leaving school for a long weekend was not much of a bother, especially considering why he was doing so. They were not quite sure what "Materializing an Installation" was at first, but after an explanation had no issue with it.
Meanwhile, at the same time he spread around that he had urgent family business that he needed to cover.
With that done, Harry retreated back to the Head Boy's and Head Girl's quarters for "Practice" with Argalia and Melissia. If he was going to head out for a long weekend, he wasn't going to do it without a large "Bang" as it were. And the way he was choosing would certainly be that, and extremely amusing.
Sitting on the couch, Natsumi tilted her head a little as she watched Harry breathing in and out, some shirt a little damp from sweat as, to either side, the two pink-haired weapons were also grinning. Biting her lip, the Kitsune watched as Harry went back into doing the routine that he had been practicing with Argalia and Melissia. They didn't have much time even with the use of a time turner, but they had practically had it down to an art right then.
Briefly, the Kitsune bit her lip as she watched Harry launch into another routine, skin shining due to the sweat, '… It is a crime that he looks so good like that.'
Inside her, Tamamo licked her lips some, '{Indeed, but then that is Our Harry after all…}'
Not too long after, Hermione had just sat down when she paused as she reached for her food. For a few moments, she stayed like that before looking around with a narrowed eyed gaze and then turning towards Ron, "Ron… where's Harry?"
Glancing at her, the redhead frowned and looked around himself with a frown, "Er… no idea actually. Where is Mate?" Feeing a tap, he turned to find Ginny pointing, "What is it?"
Just raising an eyebrow, his sister pointed again, "Um… are the Duckies recording for some reason?"
That caused Ron's, Hermione's, and Neville's heads to whip around to find that, sure enough, the three Destroyers were doing exactly that with smiles on their faces and giggles between them as they whispered. Groaning, Hermione pinched her nose, "Oh God… what is he going to do now?"
Ron shrugged a little bit with a slight smile, "With Harry? Probably something that will amuse him while causing confusion and befuddlement."
Head laying on the table, the Light Cruiser groaned, "That is what I'm afraid of…"
Moments later, her worse fears were realized as Harry appeared, strutting into the Great Hall with a black wig on and wearing a sailor school uniform that bared his midriff, which more than a few stared at. The skirt, too, was a little bit short, though he had on leggings. One of the twins, meanwhile, wore a red shirt with brown sleeves and a beige skirt along with brown leggings. The other one wore a purple vest-like shirt with detached sleeves and a darker purple skirt along with white, knee-length socks.
It took a few seconds, but Hermione facepalmed, "By Davy Jones' pale, hairy nuts, are you bloody shitting me?"
Unknown to her, beside her Ron blinked as he felt an ancient presence in his mind actually pause at what his female friend had said to his great amusement.
Right then, however, the music started up as the three began to dance right there in front of the Great Hall and all three schools. Said dance mainly involving holding their hands above their head and opening and closing them as they swung their hips from side to side. Movement which made their skirts swish and caused more than one of the guys there to flush.
Harry, meanwhile, had the largest grin on his face as the three Duckies moved around to record, "Do-do-do-oo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah~"
All three began to sing as one, "We wonder are you ready to join us now? Hands in the air, we will show you how. Come and try, Caramell will be your guide…"
Various students just stared at the scene being played out in front of them with Fleur just boggling some. Ehren, meanwhile like earlier that day, had her mind just crash at the sight of Harry, Argalia, and Melissia singing a very familiar song to anyone who spent any time in the non-magical world. Every time her mind tried to restart, it crashed again.
Which was when Dumbledore shuffled behind Harry and the other two… and began dancing alongside them as Minerva at the Staff table laid her head on the table with groan… not helped when Flitwick started dancing a little at said table commenting that it was pretty catchy.
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Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
I mean, that would be very much appreciated if it were a thing IRL.
...This Destroyer Leader foresees much preference questioning in Hogwarts in the near future.
Hermione just got a 'Wait, what.' from Ron's Patron! Also, you missed a apostrophe at the end of Jones.*Confused Destroyer Leader*
Typical Dumbledore.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Here you go:
It was, and still is, meme'd to this very day. Enough so that in 2018, the original band released a revamped version:
Look at some of the lyrics for it on the screen...
Note, it was @SisterJeanne who gave me the idea for it.
To add on to what the Kaiju said, the song has been meme'd so much that the meme has its own TVTropes page: Caramelldansen Vid / Just For Fun - TV Tropes
- Location
- Vancouver, Washington
Very nice snip updates. Harry is doing well in his Advanced Trolling classes and Regalia just proved something Mad Science Princess DOESN'T want to hear: LOVE is more powerful than unreasoned hate.
But I must admit that I was disappointed that Harry listed Blackie Smokie and Seiko in his home but not his other sister. Though that's undoubtedly just protecting her identity.
But I must admit that I was disappointed that Harry listed Blackie Smokie and Seiko in his home but not his other sister. Though that's undoubtedly just protecting her identity.
- Location
- California
Loki and Inari hold up 10/10 signs
Coyote: Masterfully done Mr. Potter, is it any wonder we keep trying to poach your Egyptian Granddaughters to join in with the tricksters union?
Coyote: Masterfully done Mr. Potter, is it any wonder we keep trying to poach your Egyptian Granddaughters to join in with the tricksters union?
Ace of Scarabs
Mechanoid Pilot
- Location
- Singapore
It's a good song, no complaints here except Victory didn't join inI love how Dumbledore just rolled with it. At his age one really doesn't have many damns left to give, I suppose.
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USS Exeter (Millenium Falcon class scout)
- Location
- East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon
Well done Regalia, holding the Re's attention until a fleet member could get there and help...
🐺More hilarity from Harry
and Fleur? You don't have to crossdress just because of what you said... If you're not comfortable with it, Harry will respect you more if you don't do it...
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
*Snape sends Pensive memory of this to Dark Lord with note 'Here's a brain puzzle for you...try and make sense of this. The one leading the group is your nemesis, and one of the others are a boy, too.'*
Voldie: *Watches* What... *Utterly confused* What's Potter's game plan here? Is he sending some sort of message? *Gets to the part where Dumbles joins in* What the bloody - WHY ARE YOU DANCING, ALBUS?!
Peter: *Smiles slightly* Catchy tune, that. *Starts to hum a few bars before getting crucioed by Voldie*
Bella: *Head in hands* Why do I think that is beyond adorable? Gaaah! Potter's our enemy! How can he be so bloody cute?!
Rodolphus: Perhaps it's just the way your mind works, my dear.
Bella: *Looks up and glowers* Keep your comments to yourself or I'll bring out the extra-small jumpsuit tonight and request "Jailhouse Rock".
Rodolphus: *Immediately* I'll be good.
Voldie: *Watches* What... *Utterly confused* What's Potter's game plan here? Is he sending some sort of message? *Gets to the part where Dumbles joins in* What the bloody - WHY ARE YOU DANCING, ALBUS?!
Peter: *Smiles slightly* Catchy tune, that. *Starts to hum a few bars before getting crucioed by Voldie*
Bella: *Head in hands* Why do I think that is beyond adorable? Gaaah! Potter's our enemy! How can he be so bloody cute?!
Rodolphus: Perhaps it's just the way your mind works, my dear.
Bella: *Looks up and glowers* Keep your comments to yourself or I'll bring out the extra-small jumpsuit tonight and request "Jailhouse Rock".
Rodolphus: *Immediately* I'll be good.
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That Re's behavior actually is quite similar to how I thought a Re that's been completely consumed by The Hate would act (extremely violent to everyone around it, no care about its own survival, and completely non-verbal). Good job on that. Also, I think that Regalia needs some time in the repair baths. This would also be an excellent opportunity to test the Mi-Class's repair capabilities.
So THAT'S why the project was called "Inferno"…
Nope. It's DEFINITELY not. And this has Unethical Research Princess's bloodstained fingerprints all over it.
Aside from the fact that it's muscles are ON F**KING FIRE. I'm getting Terminator vibes. Cue the appropriate music!
And here's a good alternative.
Is that what you call URP?
My best response to that is "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?!?!?" By now, if Regalia wasn't panicking I think she would have just trained her guns on it and fired everything.
It reminds me of the original Terminator.
And now we see the aftermath of Harry breaking everyone's brains. And if SJ has anything to say about this, producing the largest amount of Magical Student Boggles that in a long time.
Well, at least he recognized that he's been had.
That's probably because she feels that yes, the fact that Harry exists in the first place is a personal insult. And even if she kills him the fact that he existed at one point would still be an insult to her.
Ohhhh, this is going to be GOOO~OOOD!
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