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KIKU HONDA
MALE | TWENTY-six |
JAPANESE | ASEXUAL |
165 CM | 57 KG |
MUGGLEBORN | |
personality
Upon encountering Kiku Honda, it is very clear that he is painfully shy and soft-spoken. Because of this, he rarely, if ever, initiates conversation. However, once he accepts someone as a friend, he can almost be likened to a leech— extremely attached and without the force of restraint he normally places upon himself. He absolutely values every friendship he has and wishes he could get past his introversion. This introversion has lead to an impression of mysteriousness, and his merits have allowed him to become somewhat intimidating. He doesn't see himself as intimidating at all, but doesn't mind that that is often the first impression people draw from meeting him. It allows him to have an excuse not to engage in conversation with others.
If he is uncomfortable, he certainly has a harder time expressing it. He finds that his opinion is naturally very blunt, and so not quite welcome in an environment where stark honesty would be considered rude. Therefore, he rarely ever tries to express his opinion or choose a side, with the fear of causing conflict. He will always choose politeness over righteousness. He refuses to acknowledge his discomfort or fear. However, it will naturally leave him feeling very drained, in which he will need to recharge in solitude.
He recedes into the comfort of solitude very quickly when his energy is depleted. In fact, he is often in his office because of this. He needs spaces that appeal to his sense of harmony. His office is kept painstakingly clean, without a single speck of dust allowed to settle anywhere in his space. He wraps himself within his comfort space, closing others off and effectively isolating himself. Had he not been a professor, he could stay in his office for weeks at a time conducting research and transfiguring objects for sustenance. In fact, when he is doing research, he does lock himself in his office in such a manner. He will very much prefer to stay within the comfort of his interests and hobbies when he is in his office, even hiding a Muggle television, some DVDs and his favorite comics in his office. He wouldn't reveal this his students, of course, and even his fellow faculty have yet to learn that Kiku had successfully figured out how to get a television set to work at Hogwarts.
It is very much possible for Kiku to harbor anger, but like his discomfort, he prefers not to show it, opting to bottle it up and let it seethe from within. He will smile through it, but damn it, he will keep it in. If he were to show his anger, you would know that a situation is truly bad.
The Ravenclaw professor is a very creative individual, often thinking in what people would consider "outside-the-box." Sometimes, he unwittingly makes it very obious that he had not grown up with a wizarding family, thinking in terms of logic and reasoning. He has always had a creative side, his only source of entertainment and escape. His imagination was encouraged by his grandmother's stories.
Kiku has a highly developed work ethic. His focus and attention to detail make him a rather valuable worker. He never procrastinates and will not rest until he achieves results that he deems optimal. He is meticulous, able to pick out the smallest mistakes. His critical eye can pick out the mistakes and faults of others— however, his critical eye normally only serves to critique himself. He would rather not point out the shortcomings of others until absolutely necessary. Rather, he is acutely aware of his deficiencies and will work much to hard to address deficiencies that really wouldn't be a big deal to others.
Kiku can be characterized as an older soul. He certainly feels like one, with his ability to see farther than others may. He prefers to take life at a slower pace, to have time to process, contemplate, and fully assess what is being presented to him. He doesn't do well in the fast-paced and new. It overwhelms him to have to deal with the new, even if he is naturally very curious in exploring the new.
Kiku admits that he wishes he was more assertive, more lively, more out there. His calm demeanor, though, is something that makes his particular brand of magic much more effective, allowing him to be rather effective Occlumens.
If he is uncomfortable, he certainly has a harder time expressing it. He finds that his opinion is naturally very blunt, and so not quite welcome in an environment where stark honesty would be considered rude. Therefore, he rarely ever tries to express his opinion or choose a side, with the fear of causing conflict. He will always choose politeness over righteousness. He refuses to acknowledge his discomfort or fear. However, it will naturally leave him feeling very drained, in which he will need to recharge in solitude.
He recedes into the comfort of solitude very quickly when his energy is depleted. In fact, he is often in his office because of this. He needs spaces that appeal to his sense of harmony. His office is kept painstakingly clean, without a single speck of dust allowed to settle anywhere in his space. He wraps himself within his comfort space, closing others off and effectively isolating himself. Had he not been a professor, he could stay in his office for weeks at a time conducting research and transfiguring objects for sustenance. In fact, when he is doing research, he does lock himself in his office in such a manner. He will very much prefer to stay within the comfort of his interests and hobbies when he is in his office, even hiding a Muggle television, some DVDs and his favorite comics in his office. He wouldn't reveal this his students, of course, and even his fellow faculty have yet to learn that Kiku had successfully figured out how to get a television set to work at Hogwarts.
It is very much possible for Kiku to harbor anger, but like his discomfort, he prefers not to show it, opting to bottle it up and let it seethe from within. He will smile through it, but damn it, he will keep it in. If he were to show his anger, you would know that a situation is truly bad.
The Ravenclaw professor is a very creative individual, often thinking in what people would consider "outside-the-box." Sometimes, he unwittingly makes it very obious that he had not grown up with a wizarding family, thinking in terms of logic and reasoning. He has always had a creative side, his only source of entertainment and escape. His imagination was encouraged by his grandmother's stories.
Kiku has a highly developed work ethic. His focus and attention to detail make him a rather valuable worker. He never procrastinates and will not rest until he achieves results that he deems optimal. He is meticulous, able to pick out the smallest mistakes. His critical eye can pick out the mistakes and faults of others— however, his critical eye normally only serves to critique himself. He would rather not point out the shortcomings of others until absolutely necessary. Rather, he is acutely aware of his deficiencies and will work much to hard to address deficiencies that really wouldn't be a big deal to others.
Kiku can be characterized as an older soul. He certainly feels like one, with his ability to see farther than others may. He prefers to take life at a slower pace, to have time to process, contemplate, and fully assess what is being presented to him. He doesn't do well in the fast-paced and new. It overwhelms him to have to deal with the new, even if he is naturally very curious in exploring the new.
Kiku admits that he wishes he was more assertive, more lively, more out there. His calm demeanor, though, is something that makes his particular brand of magic much more effective, allowing him to be rather effective Occlumens.
history
Kiku Honda is powerless.
He has always wrestled with the question of power and powerlessness, of might and weakness. The world, as he found, has a special knack for proving that humans, with their magic or lack of magic, with their will or lack of it, are essentially powerless against Atlas' burden.
He is acutely aware of the energy that flows from his fingers and the sharpness of his sight. If there was anything that had always been especially assured of, it was the strength of his vision. Kiku was born to Sayaka and Makoto Honda in the quiet city of Takahama in the Aichi prefecture of Japan. Sayaka and Makoto were Muggles who made no room in their lives for magic. Instead, they occupied their time with pursuits of logic. with Sayaka working as a librarian and Makoto an operations manager for a computer firm. Kiku's brother, older by fifteen years, was perhaps just as logical, if not more. He had long outgrown their grandmother's fantastical stories and fairytales. However, as any child would, Kiku was captured by the wonder of his grandmother's stories.
Kiku grew up fairly normally, never quite aware of the world of magic. His family observed him to be a somewhat precocious child, always anticipating in wait, always very observant. Kiku had always seemed to have an answer for everything, whether it be where a misplaced book hid or when the bus would be late. He was praised for his ability to simply know.
Due to the nature of his father's work, Kiku was often sent to the countryside to stay with his old grandmother, who would hum her strange, old songs and sweep the dustless porch. She would tell him stories of a floating world, one just beyond the reaches of the less observant.
You just have to look a little closer, my dear grandson. Everything will be revealed to you in due time.
She told the stories so vividly, stories she claimed came from her own grandmother. They were personal accounts to her, threads of history and reality. They were stories of frogs made of chocolate, of sticks of cherry wood able to bend the fabric of reality, of fantastical and magical beasts, and endless possibilities. This world, she said, was a place of miracles and magic. A place so real, so close, yet so far. Magic was just around the corner, just waiting to be discovered.
Kiku never believed in the stories. They were simply stories, a way to pass the time. A good distraction from listening to his parents complaints about his brother's expensive tastes and constant intoxication. A distraction from the high expectations placed on him to be the good child,the child that did everything right. A distraction to allow him to be a child.
The stories were his best distraction from the sharp turn his life took.
He had nightmares a week before it had happened at the impressionable age of eight. He couldn't explain why, but he simply didn't want to go to Hokkaido with his parents, stating that he wanted to go to his grandmother's house. His parents were miffed by this— after all, they never had much time with their son, and Kiku was rarely, if ever, fussy when it came to their decisions. They were even more surprised by his tears and demands, telling them not to board the train to Hokkaido. However, upon discovering that there were only two seats left on the train, they agreed to Kiku's demands and sent him on his way to his grandmother.
The train had crashed, instantly killing most of the passengers. It hurt— it wasn't logical, and he wished he wasn't correct. He hated himself for making such a horrible prediction.
He was passed along to his older brother, who felt useless as his younger brother closed himself off to the world, blaming himself for something he had no control over. Kiku wouldn't speak a word to anyone in the first three months after their parents' deaths. On the occasions that Kiku would speak, all his brother could hear were wishes. Wishes to stop seeing, to be blinded, to be wrong. Sometimes, his brother would sit next to him after a tired day at work. He would try to comfort his brother with one of their old grandmother's stories. And, for once, Kiku refused to listen to those stories. Stories of frogs of chocolate, cherry wood wands, monsters beyond comprehension, and miracles without explanation were no comfort to a boy who wanted facts and reality, results and logic.
Kiku learned to grow up in the solitude of his older brother's one room Tokyo apartment, on the secondhand couch in front of the television with fuzzy reception. Upon his rickety not-bed, half-eaten bags of chips and the occasional sake bottle were strewn about. He couldn't blame his brother for sometimes forgetting that he lived in the house when he felt like he was something in between a paper-thin ghost and an undeserving squatter, interrupting his older brother's adult life by sequestering him to the role of pseudo-parent. Kiku existed softly, carefully, requesting nothing of his brother. He cooked and cleaned for himself, walked himself to school, said his good mornings and good nights, and folded the neighbor's laundry for a small allowance. His brother worked long hours and came home exhausted. Though his brother's good heart would have perhaps done all these things for him, he was a burden, whether or not that was the term that was used.
The apartment was a shell for him to retreat to, especially as the unrefined cruelty of childhood lashed out upon him, his classmates finding fault in his lack of parents at family events and festivals. Home was safe, and eventually, it was his laboratory. His affinity for magic became almost undeniable by the time he was eight years old. As much as possible, he attempted to avoid his ability to predict. However, his ability to move objects with his mind was something concrete, something undeniable, something with measurable parameters. This was something that was certain, something that wasn't "just a feeling." Kiku attempted to research theories regarding these abilities, including possibly existing on a different frequency from the objects he had been able to move, to a possible disturbance in the dimension.
These theories were disproved when the existence of magic was presented to him when an owl flew right through his window when he was eleven years old on a summer day. Owls weren't native to the area, nor were they known to fly into people's apartments. The letter itself felt almost like a hoax, but the fact that an owl had flown through the window meant that Kiku couldn't throw out the possibility that the letter may or may not be authentic. The knock at the door couldn't be dismissed, and when he opened the door, his life was taken in a radically different direction than he had once planned.
The Ravenclaw head had come to Japan to inform Kiku and his brother of his magical heritage, and that Kiku had been identified by the Divination professor at Hogwarts. Kiku's magic traces back to his great-great grandmother, who was a Squib who hailed from a British magical family that involved herself in British trade with Japan and eventually settled in Japan. It was said she had made money as a fortune teller, but later proven that she was not a Seer herself. Kiku's was a talent that simply couldn't be ignored, the Divination professor had reasoned, advising that the young boy be recruited and that his powers be developed. Mahoutokoro had not recruited Kiku at the age of seven, perhaps due to the suppression of his magic after the trauma of his parents, but at the age of eleven, his powers simply could not be ignored any longer. The professor pleaded with Kiku to join him in Britain, especially because Mahoutokoro was known to be a smaller school and did not put much emphasis on divination. Because Kiku really had no clue in the matter, Kiku readily agreed at the opportunity to cease burdening his older brother. With that, Kiku began his education at Hogwarts the following autumn.
Entering the wizarding world filled Kiku with wonder— the possibilities seemed endless, and there seemed to be much to discover. Kiku thirstily drank any information he could learn. He did have trouble navigating the wizarding world on his own, though the professor did his best to help him. He was the Mudblood kid with the secondhand robes and books, and the lacquered cherry wood wand. He was the kid who stayed at school during the holidays as to not burden his brother, who worked odds and ends for much-needed Galleons as he studied, the kid who was utterly fascinated by every facet of the wizarding world. He was fittingly placed in Ravenclaw, his thirst for knowledge almost insatiable. He found himself working as an assistant librarian in the Hogwarts library, earning himself access to the Restricted section. Even with some of the pureblood children throwing their snide remarks at his blood status and his humble living, nothing could strike him down. For once, he felt powerful, able to take on the world. With his Seer abilities, he would, on occasion, find himself using the power for good, saving others from bad possibilities.
Though he was recruited to Hogwarts on account of his natural affinity for Divination, he found himself fascinated by the art of Transfiguration. He excelled at Transfiguration, even taking up the subjects of Human Transfiguration and Conjuration during his years at Hogwarts. His NEWTS in Transfiguration was at a record high. Divination itself, he found many of the practices to be silly, though they worked for him almost one hundred percent of the time. However, to sate the hopes of the divination professor and his Ravenclaw professor mentor, he took up advanced Divination.
However, upon his fifth year at Hogwarts, his trust in his Seer abilities was shaken yet again, when Gryffindor had last performed well in Quidditch. He had foreseen the events that would lead to the Gilbert Beilschmidt's disaster, predicting that he would most certainly die if the event was not prevented. Of course, Kiku had no leverage with Gryffindor's Quidditch team elites, and his claims were dismissed. Kiku set out to prevent the disaster from happening, watching carefully from the sidelines... and despite his efforts, Gilbert Beilschmidt still ended up in the lake, trapped in a comatose state.
Kiku ceased Divination afterwards.
After graduation, he worked for the advancement of Transfiguration, researching under prominent figures in the field. He couldn't see himself reintegrating into Muggle society, and seeing that his brother had a wife and children to take care of now, he felt that he had no place to go back to in Japan. If he had learned anything, it was that there was no place for magic in the Muggle world, and that despite his designs to bring back his ability to help those in need there, having power did not mean he was not powerless. He simply kept a close eye on his brother's family from time to time, as a prediction via Xylomancy showed the possibility of his niece possibly following in his footsteps towards Hogwarts.
Kiku began working at Hogwarts when his old mentor offered him the position of Head of Ravenclaw, wishing to retire. Though Kiku enjoyed his research position in Transfiguration, he saw this an opportunity. And besides... perhaps Hogwarts needed someone to keep a watchful eye on the students. All isn't well, after all.
He has always wrestled with the question of power and powerlessness, of might and weakness. The world, as he found, has a special knack for proving that humans, with their magic or lack of magic, with their will or lack of it, are essentially powerless against Atlas' burden.
He is acutely aware of the energy that flows from his fingers and the sharpness of his sight. If there was anything that had always been especially assured of, it was the strength of his vision. Kiku was born to Sayaka and Makoto Honda in the quiet city of Takahama in the Aichi prefecture of Japan. Sayaka and Makoto were Muggles who made no room in their lives for magic. Instead, they occupied their time with pursuits of logic. with Sayaka working as a librarian and Makoto an operations manager for a computer firm. Kiku's brother, older by fifteen years, was perhaps just as logical, if not more. He had long outgrown their grandmother's fantastical stories and fairytales. However, as any child would, Kiku was captured by the wonder of his grandmother's stories.
Kiku grew up fairly normally, never quite aware of the world of magic. His family observed him to be a somewhat precocious child, always anticipating in wait, always very observant. Kiku had always seemed to have an answer for everything, whether it be where a misplaced book hid or when the bus would be late. He was praised for his ability to simply know.
Due to the nature of his father's work, Kiku was often sent to the countryside to stay with his old grandmother, who would hum her strange, old songs and sweep the dustless porch. She would tell him stories of a floating world, one just beyond the reaches of the less observant.
You just have to look a little closer, my dear grandson. Everything will be revealed to you in due time.
She told the stories so vividly, stories she claimed came from her own grandmother. They were personal accounts to her, threads of history and reality. They were stories of frogs made of chocolate, of sticks of cherry wood able to bend the fabric of reality, of fantastical and magical beasts, and endless possibilities. This world, she said, was a place of miracles and magic. A place so real, so close, yet so far. Magic was just around the corner, just waiting to be discovered.
Kiku never believed in the stories. They were simply stories, a way to pass the time. A good distraction from listening to his parents complaints about his brother's expensive tastes and constant intoxication. A distraction from the high expectations placed on him to be the good child,the child that did everything right. A distraction to allow him to be a child.
The stories were his best distraction from the sharp turn his life took.
He had nightmares a week before it had happened at the impressionable age of eight. He couldn't explain why, but he simply didn't want to go to Hokkaido with his parents, stating that he wanted to go to his grandmother's house. His parents were miffed by this— after all, they never had much time with their son, and Kiku was rarely, if ever, fussy when it came to their decisions. They were even more surprised by his tears and demands, telling them not to board the train to Hokkaido. However, upon discovering that there were only two seats left on the train, they agreed to Kiku's demands and sent him on his way to his grandmother.
The train had crashed, instantly killing most of the passengers. It hurt— it wasn't logical, and he wished he wasn't correct. He hated himself for making such a horrible prediction.
He was passed along to his older brother, who felt useless as his younger brother closed himself off to the world, blaming himself for something he had no control over. Kiku wouldn't speak a word to anyone in the first three months after their parents' deaths. On the occasions that Kiku would speak, all his brother could hear were wishes. Wishes to stop seeing, to be blinded, to be wrong. Sometimes, his brother would sit next to him after a tired day at work. He would try to comfort his brother with one of their old grandmother's stories. And, for once, Kiku refused to listen to those stories. Stories of frogs of chocolate, cherry wood wands, monsters beyond comprehension, and miracles without explanation were no comfort to a boy who wanted facts and reality, results and logic.
Kiku learned to grow up in the solitude of his older brother's one room Tokyo apartment, on the secondhand couch in front of the television with fuzzy reception. Upon his rickety not-bed, half-eaten bags of chips and the occasional sake bottle were strewn about. He couldn't blame his brother for sometimes forgetting that he lived in the house when he felt like he was something in between a paper-thin ghost and an undeserving squatter, interrupting his older brother's adult life by sequestering him to the role of pseudo-parent. Kiku existed softly, carefully, requesting nothing of his brother. He cooked and cleaned for himself, walked himself to school, said his good mornings and good nights, and folded the neighbor's laundry for a small allowance. His brother worked long hours and came home exhausted. Though his brother's good heart would have perhaps done all these things for him, he was a burden, whether or not that was the term that was used.
The apartment was a shell for him to retreat to, especially as the unrefined cruelty of childhood lashed out upon him, his classmates finding fault in his lack of parents at family events and festivals. Home was safe, and eventually, it was his laboratory. His affinity for magic became almost undeniable by the time he was eight years old. As much as possible, he attempted to avoid his ability to predict. However, his ability to move objects with his mind was something concrete, something undeniable, something with measurable parameters. This was something that was certain, something that wasn't "just a feeling." Kiku attempted to research theories regarding these abilities, including possibly existing on a different frequency from the objects he had been able to move, to a possible disturbance in the dimension.
These theories were disproved when the existence of magic was presented to him when an owl flew right through his window when he was eleven years old on a summer day. Owls weren't native to the area, nor were they known to fly into people's apartments. The letter itself felt almost like a hoax, but the fact that an owl had flown through the window meant that Kiku couldn't throw out the possibility that the letter may or may not be authentic. The knock at the door couldn't be dismissed, and when he opened the door, his life was taken in a radically different direction than he had once planned.
The Ravenclaw head had come to Japan to inform Kiku and his brother of his magical heritage, and that Kiku had been identified by the Divination professor at Hogwarts. Kiku's magic traces back to his great-great grandmother, who was a Squib who hailed from a British magical family that involved herself in British trade with Japan and eventually settled in Japan. It was said she had made money as a fortune teller, but later proven that she was not a Seer herself. Kiku's was a talent that simply couldn't be ignored, the Divination professor had reasoned, advising that the young boy be recruited and that his powers be developed. Mahoutokoro had not recruited Kiku at the age of seven, perhaps due to the suppression of his magic after the trauma of his parents, but at the age of eleven, his powers simply could not be ignored any longer. The professor pleaded with Kiku to join him in Britain, especially because Mahoutokoro was known to be a smaller school and did not put much emphasis on divination. Because Kiku really had no clue in the matter, Kiku readily agreed at the opportunity to cease burdening his older brother. With that, Kiku began his education at Hogwarts the following autumn.
Entering the wizarding world filled Kiku with wonder— the possibilities seemed endless, and there seemed to be much to discover. Kiku thirstily drank any information he could learn. He did have trouble navigating the wizarding world on his own, though the professor did his best to help him. He was the Mudblood kid with the secondhand robes and books, and the lacquered cherry wood wand. He was the kid who stayed at school during the holidays as to not burden his brother, who worked odds and ends for much-needed Galleons as he studied, the kid who was utterly fascinated by every facet of the wizarding world. He was fittingly placed in Ravenclaw, his thirst for knowledge almost insatiable. He found himself working as an assistant librarian in the Hogwarts library, earning himself access to the Restricted section. Even with some of the pureblood children throwing their snide remarks at his blood status and his humble living, nothing could strike him down. For once, he felt powerful, able to take on the world. With his Seer abilities, he would, on occasion, find himself using the power for good, saving others from bad possibilities.
Though he was recruited to Hogwarts on account of his natural affinity for Divination, he found himself fascinated by the art of Transfiguration. He excelled at Transfiguration, even taking up the subjects of Human Transfiguration and Conjuration during his years at Hogwarts. His NEWTS in Transfiguration was at a record high. Divination itself, he found many of the practices to be silly, though they worked for him almost one hundred percent of the time. However, to sate the hopes of the divination professor and his Ravenclaw professor mentor, he took up advanced Divination.
However, upon his fifth year at Hogwarts, his trust in his Seer abilities was shaken yet again, when Gryffindor had last performed well in Quidditch. He had foreseen the events that would lead to the Gilbert Beilschmidt's disaster, predicting that he would most certainly die if the event was not prevented. Of course, Kiku had no leverage with Gryffindor's Quidditch team elites, and his claims were dismissed. Kiku set out to prevent the disaster from happening, watching carefully from the sidelines... and despite his efforts, Gilbert Beilschmidt still ended up in the lake, trapped in a comatose state.
Kiku ceased Divination afterwards.
After graduation, he worked for the advancement of Transfiguration, researching under prominent figures in the field. He couldn't see himself reintegrating into Muggle society, and seeing that his brother had a wife and children to take care of now, he felt that he had no place to go back to in Japan. If he had learned anything, it was that there was no place for magic in the Muggle world, and that despite his designs to bring back his ability to help those in need there, having power did not mean he was not powerless. He simply kept a close eye on his brother's family from time to time, as a prediction via Xylomancy showed the possibility of his niece possibly following in his footsteps towards Hogwarts.
Kiku began working at Hogwarts when his old mentor offered him the position of Head of Ravenclaw, wishing to retire. Though Kiku enjoyed his research position in Transfiguration, he saw this an opportunity. And besides... perhaps Hogwarts needed someone to keep a watchful eye on the students. All isn't well, after all.
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They weren't going to listen to the voice that was screaming in his head.
After all, it wasn't the logical thing to do. There was no sound facts or reason for them, the rising Quidditch champions of Gryffindor, to back down from their dealbreaking match against Slytherin. He was a mere fourth year and a Ravenclaw to boot, while they were well on their way to make Hogwarts history and take the cup. He was the kid only here because he was a Divination prodigy, which was to say, an expert at something taken as an almost pseudoscience. A pseudoscience that he himself had a hard time taking seriously a few years ago.
But here he was, attempting to gather the facts and data, attempting to make an argument of a bad omen, even pointing the finger to the very victim of the incident. He saw it all too clearly, could see a doomed aura, the darkness of a destiny, creeping upon Gilbert Beilschmidt. It lurked in the shadows, threatening to pounce upon him at any given moment. For once, Kiku had a difficult time discerning its source, its reason for existence, and most importantly, how to dispel it before it would be too late. He could see the strings binding the man, threatening to tangle and maim him.
But Kiku couldn't explain it. It refused to explain itself, to allow him to put it in words. They sat on the tracks, and he heard the train coming. But they weren't going to move, now were they?
Here he was, sitting in the Ravenclaw section of the Quidditch arena, his fellow Ravenclaws cheering on Gryffindor as they marched onto the field, glorious in their gear, wide smiles and waves.
Here he was, ignoring the match as his eyes scanned the arena frantically, a hand on his wand, ready to strike.
Here he was, stifling a yell as Beilschmidt's broom swerves out of the arena and the match comes to a halt.
The voices in his head screamed for him.
And they rang, loud and clear.
After all, it wasn't the logical thing to do. There was no sound facts or reason for them, the rising Quidditch champions of Gryffindor, to back down from their dealbreaking match against Slytherin. He was a mere fourth year and a Ravenclaw to boot, while they were well on their way to make Hogwarts history and take the cup. He was the kid only here because he was a Divination prodigy, which was to say, an expert at something taken as an almost pseudoscience. A pseudoscience that he himself had a hard time taking seriously a few years ago.
But here he was, attempting to gather the facts and data, attempting to make an argument of a bad omen, even pointing the finger to the very victim of the incident. He saw it all too clearly, could see a doomed aura, the darkness of a destiny, creeping upon Gilbert Beilschmidt. It lurked in the shadows, threatening to pounce upon him at any given moment. For once, Kiku had a difficult time discerning its source, its reason for existence, and most importantly, how to dispel it before it would be too late. He could see the strings binding the man, threatening to tangle and maim him.
But Kiku couldn't explain it. It refused to explain itself, to allow him to put it in words. They sat on the tracks, and he heard the train coming. But they weren't going to move, now were they?
Here he was, sitting in the Ravenclaw section of the Quidditch arena, his fellow Ravenclaws cheering on Gryffindor as they marched onto the field, glorious in their gear, wide smiles and waves.
Here he was, ignoring the match as his eyes scanned the arena frantically, a hand on his wand, ready to strike.
Here he was, stifling a yell as Beilschmidt's broom swerves out of the arena and the match comes to a halt.
The voices in his head screamed for him.
And they rang, loud and clear.
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Wand | |
DEMIGUISE HAIR/KELPIE HAIR | CHERRY |
TWELVE INCHES | RIGID |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
DIVINATION | DADA |
Familiar | Patronus |
JAPANESE BOBTAIL CAT | GREEN PHEASANT |
JAPAN from AXIS POWERS HETALIA | |
ASU | |
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