"...""..."
"I"m sorry." Vincent mumbled to no one while putting his face in his hands.
Harry just stood silently patting his friends back as he stared at the destroyed hallway. Vincent"s Thunderbolt potion blew a giant hole in the wall as well as a giant crater in the floor. Students were walking around wondering what the h.e.l.l happened.
"How much did you use?" Harry asked.
"One vial," mumbled Vincent.
"Just one vial caused this?!" Harry thought in astonishment.
The two of them walked back to the Gryffindor Tower to find Ron and Hermione, but they were gone. They walked around looking for places they would be.
"The library perhaps?" Vincent suggested, "Hermione might be there, Ron"s another matter though."
As they exited the library they b.u.mped into Percy Weasley, Ron"s "perfect" brother.
"Oh, h.e.l.lo Harry, Vincent," he said earning a nod from Vincent, "excellent flying yesterday Harry, really excellent. Gryffindor has just taken the lead for the House Cup – you earned fifty points! Vincent, your food made the game oh so more enjoyable to watch, just make sure to give us, Prefects and teachers a heads up before doing something similar."
"You haven"t seen Ron or Hermione, have you?" asked Harry.
"No, I haven"t," said Percy, his smile fading. "I hope Ron"s not in another girls" toilet."
Vincent and Harry both watched Percy walk away as they exchanged looks. The two boys soon found themselves in front of Moaning Myrtle"s bathroom.
"You think she"s in there?" Harry asked slightly fearful of Myrtle"s crush on him.
"Just get in there Harry," Vincent said with an amused smile, "who knows, the relationship could work—"
"Don"t you b.l.o.o.d.y dare finish that sentence Vince," Harry said glaring at Vincent who started laughing as they walked through the bathroom doors.
"Vince, Harry?" Hermione"s voice called out from one of the bathroom stalls, "are both of you here?"
"Yeah, we"re here Hermione," Vincent said as he opened the stall.
An old cauldron was perched on the toilet, with a small crackling sound underneath
Harry was about to open his mouth when Ron beat him too it.
"We know about Colin, Professor McGonagall was telling Professor Flitwick this morning. The sooner we get a confession out of Malfoy, the better," Ron said furiously, "D"you know what I think? He was in such a foul temper after the Quidditch match, he took it out on Colin."
"You did hear how Vince encountered the monster right?" Harry mentioned causing the Hermione to drop the potion book while Ron smacked his head against the stall wall.
"HE WHAT?!
"Guess they didn"t hear," Vincent thought.
"Vince, are you ok?!" Hermione asked worriedly.
"I"m fine," Vincent said, "but the more important thing is that I now know something about the monster. It seems to have the ability to petrify people just by looking at it."
"b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l," Ron said paling slightly, "How is anyone supposed to fight against it?"
"There"s another thing," Harry added, "Dobby came to visit me last night."
Ron looked surprised while Hermione and Vincent exchanged glances.
"What the h.e.l.l"s a Dobby?" Vincent asked.
"Dobby is a House elf that warned me to not return to the school this year," Harry explained, "it was also him who blocked the platform nine and three quarters entrance and tampered with the Bludger to stop me from going. He also mentioned something about the Chamber of Secret"s being opened before."
"Dumbledore did mention that as well," Vincent said remembering last night, "if Rat, sorry, Malfoy is the culprit, then it could have been his father that opened it before. But the culprit could have been someone else for all we know."
"It"s the best plan we"ve got for now," Hermione said with a sigh, "and Vince isn"t going to be here for Christmas so it will be up to the three of use to do this."
"Don"t mess up guys," Vincent said earning a glare from the three of them.
"Us, mess up?" Hermione said, "Who blew up the courtyard? Who angered Snape? If anything, you should be more worried about yourself!"
"I was joking," Vincent said chuckling nervously.
...
"You only have five more to go Mr. Wong," Snape smirked as he observed Vincent making a potion known as the Draught of Peace.
Vincent grimaced slightly as he stirred the pot. He was just being punished for blowing up the school yard. Snape, being the vicious man, he was, had ordered ten cauldrons full of the Draught of Peace potion.
"This is a potion for fifth year students," Vincent thought tearfully, "one tiny mistake can ruin the potion, not to mention it takes an extremely long time to make."
Vincent had about two cauldrons going on at the same time while Nyx was sitting by the sidelines eating grapes. This potion mostly consisted of manual labour and waiting, so Nyx only had to enhance an ingredient or adjust the fire temperature every so often. Snape particularly choose this potion to make Vincent work.
"Hm, satisfactory," Snape muttered as he looked at the ten cauldrons filled with light silver liquid.
"What else do you want?!" Vincent thought, his eyes twitching.
"Professor, I"m planning to make another potion that requires these ingredients," Vincent said showing Snape a list of potion ingredients
"And what, is this particular potion?" Snape asked.
"Polyjuice potion sir," Snape looked suspiciously at Vincent who kept talking, "I want to see if I can modify it somewhat with—"
Snape, who was originally filled with suspicion, now couldn"t help but have his eye twitch at Vincent"s rambling about the potential potion combinations he could make.
"ENOUGH!" Snape roared, "I"ll give you the d.a.m.n ingredients!"
"Huh, maybe Professor Snape is a nice guy." Vincent said to Nyx as they walked away with the ingredients.
Snape heard the remark and wondered why he doesn"t just outright strangle the boy.
Vincent walked back to Hermione who was still currently in the bathroom stall checking on the potion.
"And that"s how you got the ingredients?" Hermione raised an eyebrow as she added the ingredients in the cauldron.
"Yep."
Hermione just sighed as stirred the potion hard. Harry and Ron decided to head back early to finish off some homework as there was really nothing they could do here.
"So, Vince," Hermione asked as they walked back to the Common room, "what do you need to go back for?"
"I need to check in with Sister An and the orphanage kids," Vincent said with a smile, "I just want to see if they"re doing fine, and London as well. Not that I don"t trust Sister An, but I"d like to see what"s its current state."
"Oh, ok," Hermione said as they walked up some stairs.
"Do want anything?" Hermione nearly tripped before being stopped by Vincent"s arms, " Oh, careful."
"Thanks," said Hermione quickly as she righted herself, slightly embarra.s.sed, "you don"t need to get me anything."
"But it"s Christmas," Vincent argued, "I never gave anyone a present before so this would be new to me."
"Wait really?" Hermione asked stopping.
"Well, I"ve never made any money before," Vincent said, "so I wanted to see if I could get some presents for everyone."
Hermione looked at the golden eyed boy who was talking about what he could get others and smiled.
"He looks like a child right now," she thought, "talking about what presents he"ll buy. Except their not for himself, only for others."
"Maybe something that will last for a while?" Hermione suggested.
"Not a lot to go by Hermione," Vincent said smiling wryly.
"So, it"s up to you then," Hermione smiled brightly.
Vincent stared at that smiling face, feeling that she was rather cute.
"Hermione."
"Hm?"
"Your cute."
SMACK
"Ow!" Vincent complained as he rubbed his head, "what was that for?"
"Don"t say things like that so carelessly," Hermione said as she continued walking, she had a small blush on her face.
"But it"s true," Vincent said.
"Now your teasing me."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
Despite their bickering, the two of them were smiling.
...
"Duelling club?" Ron read the announcement out loud, "do they think that Slytherins monster can dual?"
Despite what he said, They all decided to check it out. Vincent was told by Snape earlier that they had no lesson today.
At eight o"clock, students were gathered in the Great Hall. The tables all lines up in one row making a stage of sorts.
"Wonder who"s teaching," Vincent said.
"As long as it"s not—" Harry trailed off with a groan as soon as he saw Lockhart come up on stage wearing plum coloured robes.
"Huh, Snape"s here," Vincent thought seeing Snape follow behind looking as venomous as ever.
"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little duelling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions — for full details, see my published works." Lockhart announced.
"He"s still advertising," Vincent thought.
"Professor Snape here has agreed to help me demonstrate how to properly conduct a wizard dual. Now, I don"t want any of you youngsters to worry — you"ll still have your Potions master when I"m through with him, never fear!" Lockhart promised.
"He should worry about himself," Vincent whispered to the trio, "Snape looks like he"ll kill him."
"Now, let"s begin!"
Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.
"As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course."
"Yeah, he"s dead," Vincent thought seeing Snape"s face look utterly murderous.
"On three, two, one—"
Both of them swung their wands at each other with Snape saying, "Expelliarmus!"
Vincent saw a red flash of light that threw Lockhart a few feet back, off the stage and onto the cold hard floor.
"...Really?" Vincent thought over the sounds of the cheering Slytherins, "I don"t know what I expected, but that was extremely disappointing."
"Is he alright?" Hermione asked worryingly.
"Who cares," Harry and Ron replied while Vincent just shrugged.
"Well, there you have it!" he said, tottering back onto the platform. "That was a Disarming Charm — as you see, I"ve lost my wand — ah, thank you, Miss Brown — yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don"t mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy — however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see..."
Vincent just stared at the man in shock, how could someone be so shameless?"
They were soon all in pairs with the four of them split up due to Snape"s interference.
"You can"t beat me in a dual with magic, Wong!" Malfoy snarled, as soon as Lockhart said to choose a partner Malfoy made a beeline towards Vincent. He still hasn"t forgotten the beating he received.
"...Ok," Vincent was too lazy to reply and took out his rods, "why am I here again—?"
"No rods Mr Wong," Snape said walking by, "it would be a bit, fairer that way."
Malfoy sneered as Vincent put his rods back. He thought that Snape was giving him an opportunity to beat Vincent.
"Well, I guess it would be unfair," Vincent thought as they both bowed, Malfoy did so curtly.
"Filthy little muggle, let me show you your place—?!" Malfoy saw a fist coming right at him, so he rolled away pathetically.
"Huh, were you not ready?" Vincent asked, "I stopped it right in front of you, why"d you roll away?"
"d.a.m.n you!" Malfoy shouted in rage, "Petrificus Totalus"
Vincent ducked under the near invisible spell and kicked Malfoy"s legs from under him.
"You ok?" Vincent asked.
"Shut up!" Malfoy said as he raised his wand, "Tarant?!"
Vincent just s.n.a.t.c.hed Malfoy"s wand out of his hands causing him to go silent with shock. He looked at his now empty hands then looked back at Vincent who caught Malfoy"s gaze.
"So um," Vincent scratched his cheek, "I win right?"
Malfoy wanted nothing more than to punch the boy in front of him, but learning from experience he did nothing but glare at him.
Vincent looked at all the other duels and had an odd look on his face.
"Wow," he thought, "everyone kind of sucks, maybe that"s because I"ve been with Snape, but still this is just terrible."
Vincent looked at Ron who fired a spell which blew up in the face of fellow Gryffindor called Seamus Finnigan.
"Maybe a broken wand is not the best thing to use in a dual," Vincent observed before looking at Hermione, "what the h.e.l.l?!"
Hermione was put into a headlock by a much bigger girl, they weren"t even using their wands. Vincent rushed forward to pull the big girl off Hermione.
"You ok Hermione?" Vincent asked, trying his hardest to keep the bigger girl at bay.
"Yes, all good," Hermione rubbed her throat, "thanks Vince."
"Anytime," Vincent glared at the bigger girl who froze as soon as her eyes met his golden ones, "get the h.e.l.l away from her, you hear me?"
"Y-yes," the bigger girl stumbled back in slight fear.
"Here, let me help," Vincent held out a hand which Hermione took.
"Th-thanks." she lowered her head thinking of what Vincent just said, "he"s just nice, that"s all, right?"
"Here RI mean Malfoy, here"s your wand," Vincent threw Malfoy"s wand back to its owner who glared at Vincent.
"Stop! Stop!" Lockhart yelled.
"Finite Incantatem!" Snape yelled.
A haze of greenish smoke was hovering over the scene. Both Neville and Justin were lying on the floor, panting; Ron was holding up an ashen-faced Seamus, apologising for whatever his broken wand had done.
"Dear, dear," Lockhart looked throughout the Great Hall, seeing various injuries, "I think I better teach you how to block unfriendly spells. Let"s have a volunteer, Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you–"
"A bad idea, Professor Lockhart," said Snape, "Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We"ll be sending what"s left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox."
Neville"s round, pink face went pinker till he felt a pat on his back.
"Don"t worry about it," Vincent said, "your still improving."
Neville nodded before surprising Snape with a look of determination.
"Hmm interesting," he thought, "young Longbottom seems to have some backbone after all."
"How about Malfoy and Potter?" said Snape with a twisted smile.
Malfoy, still with rage walked up to the stage glaring at his other hated enemy, Harry. Snape bent down and whispered something in his ear causing Malfoy to smirk.
"Now Harry, when Malfoy points his wand at you, do this." Lockhart said as he tried to do some weird wand waving till he dropped it, "Whoops."
Vincent face palmed himself, "How does he do it, how does he screw up this badly?"
Malfoy was mad. He was beaten not once, but twice by a muggle, the very thing he despised. He glared at Harry smirking, if he couldn"t beat Vincent, then the famous Harry Potter would do.
Lockhart cuffed Harry merrily on the shoulder. "Just do what I did, Harry!"
"What, drop my wand?"
But Lockhart wasn"t listening.
"Three – two – one – go!" he shouted.
Malfoy raised his wand quickly and bellowed, "Serpensortia!"
Vincent watched as the end of Malfoy"s wand exploded as a long black snake fell to the floor.
"Huh, one of Professor"s Snape"s spells," Vincent thought glumly remembering the amount of times Snape used this particular spell on him. The only difference is that Snape usually summoned more than one.
"I"ll get rid of it..." Snape said enjoying Harry standing there motionlessly.
"Allow me!" Lockhart said brandishing his wand, "Alarte Ascendare!"
There was a loud bang with the snake flying through the air before landing back on the ground. it started slithering towards Justin Finch-Fletchley.
Vincent was about to rush forward when he noticed Harry walking towards it. Harry started speaking in a strange hissing sound that resembled a snake. Vincent turned his eyes back to the snake which turned docile as it looked at Harry.
"Hm, neat trick," Vincent looked around the room before noticing all the scared looks from everyone, "what are they scared about?"
"What do you think you"re playing at?" Justin yelled at Harry before storming out the hall.
Everyone looked at Harry with fearful eyes. Ron ran up to Harry before dragging him out the hall with Hermione following. Vincent turned and caught the curious look of Snape who gave a nod in acknowledgement. Vincent returned the nod before running after the duo.
He made it in time to the Common Room to hear Ron interrogating Harry, "You"re a Pa.r.s.elmouth. Why didn"t you tell us?"
"I"m a what?" asked Harry.
"A Pa.r.s.elmouth!" said Ron, "You can talk to snakes!"
"What"s wrong about that?" Vincent said taking a seat next to Hermione.
"It"s a big matter," said Hermione, speaking at last in a hushed voice, "because being able to talk to snakes was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That"s why the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent."
Harry and Vincent exchanged looks with Harry looking in shock and Vincent furrowing his eyebrows.
"Exactly," said Ron, "And now the whole school"s going to think you"re his great-great-great-great-grandson or something—"
"But I"m not," said Harry with panic.
"You"ll find that hard to prove," said Hermione, "He lived about a thousand years ago; for all we know, you could be."
"So, rumour that Harry"s the heir of Slytherin is going to become stronger." Vincent concluded grimly.
Harry and Ron once again retired to bed early leaving Vincent alone with Hermione who was also starting to head back.
"Vince, you"re not heading to bed?" Hermione asked.
"I"m looking into memory type potions," Vincent said holding a book up.
"What for?" Hermione said walking back and retaking a seat next to Vincent.
"Harry"s Pa.r.s.elmouth ability got me thinking," Vincent explained, "I was wondering if I could record the language somewhere. I don"t think there"s any way to write the language, so I thought of trying to memorise it."
"You want to learn Pa.r.s.elmouth?!" Hermione said amazed, "But why?"
"From what I"ve seen tonight, people are rather biased against Pa.r.s.elmouth speakers," Vincent said as he flipped through the pages, "if I could prove that it"s learn-able, then maybe people won"t be so against it."
"So, you"re doing this for Harry?" Hermione asked.
"I guess," Vincent said scratching his cheek in embarra.s.sment, "it also seems like fun to learn."
"He thinks of others a lot," Hermione thought looking at Vincent while he made some notes, "why is that?"
"You look like you want to ask me something." Vincent said to Hermione who was startled out of her thoughts.
"Oh nothing," Hermione said before taking a book, "I"ll help you out."
"You really don"t need to—" Vincent began before being glared at by Hermione.
"You"ve helped me out so many times," Hermione said as she opened the book, "let me help you for once."
Vincent stared at the bushy haired girl before smiling, "Thanks."
"No problem." Hermione said as she wrote something on a notebook.
...
"Um, Hermione?" Hermione stirred in her sleep as she opened her eyes to see Vincent.
"Wait, Vince?!" Hermione"s eyes snapped open, "What are you doing in the girls dor—?!"
Hermione looked around seeing the familiar Gryffindor Common Room.
"Did I fall asleep here?" she asked sheepishly.
"Yep," Vincent said as he sorted out the messy table filled with notes.
"No wonder I feel so tired," she yawned before freezing, "what were you doing?"
"I slept at that chair over there," Vincent said pointing to a chair across Hermione, "I can"t just leave you here right?""
"Wait, so you watched me sleep?!" Vincent who had just finished piling the papers tripped and fell over.
"N-no I didn"t!" this was the first time Hermione saw Vincent blushing a furious red as he spluttered, "I—I—?"
Vincent looked at Hermione who had started laughing.
"I was only messing with you Vince," Hermione said wiping a tear from her eyes, "your reaction was priceless."
"Shut up Hermione," Vincent mumbled embarra.s.sed, still a bit red. Hermione gave a small giggle at this before noticing the blankets that were covering her.
"These are—?"
"Oh those," Vincent said as he picked a book off the floor, "those are my blankets. I went back to the dorms to retrieve it."
"Oh, thanks," Hermione said turning slightly red at the thought of Vincent covering her with it. She folded the blankets and set it to the side, "what time is it?"
"It"s only five," Hermione"s eye twitched as she glared at Vincent, "hey, I didn"t want to wake you up later when others are awake."
Hermione sighed before helping Vincent pack their study materials up. Vincent quickly took the blankets back before coming back down with a book in his hands. From there, he and Hermione decided to just read.
Hours later, people were coming down the dorms for breakfast. Neville pa.s.sed by looking at the intense blizzard outside and sighed as he thought of another missed day of combat practice with Vincent.
"Hermione, meet me at the Great Hall," Vincent said before rushing out of the portrait.
"What"s gotten into him?" She thought.
...
"Ginny!"
Ginny gave a small jump before looking back to see Vincent running up to her.
"Vince?" She asked in small surprise, "what are you doing?"
"I haven"t talked to you for ages and that"s the greeting I get?" Vincent said in mock anger.
"My bad," Ginny apologised before Vincent waved it off.
"I"m kidding, I just want to know how you"re doing," Vincent saw the small girl tense up slightly, "is everything ok?"
"Y-yes everything is fine," Ginny said quickly, "Hogwarts is good, making friends is a bit difficult, but I think I"m getting there."
"Ginny are you sure that"s everything?" Ginny stayed silent for a good minute or so.
"I won"t push you to tell me what"s wrong, but Ginny," Ginny looked into the warm golden eyes of the boy, "if there"s anything that you need, I"ll be there to help in whatever way I can."
"V-Vince," Ginny looked like she was about to say something before forcing a smile, "thank you."
She walked away leaving Vincent to look at the young girls back worryingly.
...
"I think that"s it," Vincent thought as he looked at his packed luggage, "huh, this feels sad."
"You finished packing Vince?" asked Ron who came to check on Vincent.
"Yeah I"m all good," Vincent looked around at the dorms, "it"s only been a few months, but this place has become like a home to me."
"Hogwarts does that to a lot of people," Ron said, "want to play a chess game with me? For all her brains, Hermione can"t seem to beat me."
"I"m good, where"s Harry?" Vincent asked as they walked down to the Common Room.
"Went to apologise to Justin about yesterday"s incident," Ron said, "if you ask me, that guy doesn"t deserve it."
"Where are you heading off to Vince?" Hermione asked as she stared intensely at the chess board.
"Visiting Dumbledore," he said as he exited the painting.
He walked until he found the large stone gargoyle.
"Lemon drop," Vincent said and smiled as soon as the wall behind it split into two, revealing a spiral staircase.
"The old man just loves his candy," Vincent thought as he walked up the stairs.
Vincent noticed that no one was in the office. He noticed that the paintings were all asleep and the Sorting Hat sitting where he left it last time. He walked up to Fawkes the phoenix which was on a golden perch and started patting it. It looked extremely ill which, if Vincent heard correctly, was a sign for it to die and be reborn from the ashes. It gave a small gagging noise in what Vincent thought to be as grat.i.tude.
Vincent was just deciding whether to talk to the Sorting Hat when two people entered the room. Harry and Professor McGonagall both looked in surprise as Vincent waved at them.
"What are you doing Mr. Wong?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"I"m leaving soon so I wanted to ask the Headmaster for something," Vincent said earning a nod from the teacher.
"I"ll go call the Headmaster, both of you wait here."
Vincent and Harry were left alone in the office.
"What happened now?" Vincent asked.
"Nearly Headless Nick and Justin were petrified," Vincent"s eyes widened before turning serious.
"It can petrify ghosts?" he thought before noticing Harry looking at the Sorting Hat, "Go for it, Dumbledore shouldn"t mind."
Harry put on the hat and sat there for a good while. Vincent looked through some of the notes he and Hermione made last night.
"Man, Hermione"s amazing," he thought as he looked through the detailed noted, "she"s already gotten all the information on the necessary ingredients to make the potion and possible theories on other ingredients that could combine with it."
"Ah!" Vincent glanced at Harry who witnessed Fawkes burst into flames, leaving a pile of ashes on the floor.
It was at this point Dumbledore came in.
"Professor," Harry gasped, "Your bird – I couldn"t do anything – he just caught fire–"
"About time, too," he said smiling, "He"s been looking dreadful for days; I"ve been telling him to get a move on."
"It"s a phoenix Harry," Vincent explained as he put his notes away, "when it"s time for them to die, they burst into flames and are reborn from the ash, see?"
The three of them looked as a newborn bird poked it"s head out of the ashes.
"It"s a shame you had to see him on a Burning Day," said Dumbledore, seating himself behind his desk. "He"s really very handsome most of the time, wonderful red and gold plumage. Fascinating creatures, phoenixes. They can carry immensely heavy loads, their tears have healing powers, and they make highly faithful pets."
Before anyone can say anything, the door burst open revealing Hagrid carrying a dead chicken.
"It wasn" Harry, Professor Dumbledore!" said Hagrid urgently. "I was talkin" ter him seconds before that kid was found, he never had time, sir —"
Dumbledore tried to say something, but Hagrid kept talking while waving the rooster in agitation, sending feathers everywhere.
"It can"t"ve bin him, I"ll swear it in front o" the Ministry o" Magic if I have to."
"Hagrid, I —"
"— yeh"ve got the wrong boy, sir, I know Harry never —"
"Hagrid!" said Dumbledore loudly. "I do not think that Harry attacked those people."
"Oh," said Hagrid, the rooster falling limply at his side. "Right. I"ll wait outside then, Headmaster."
And he stomped out looking embarra.s.sed.
"Harry, do you have anything to tell me?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
Harry hesitated before saying something, "No, there isn"t anything."
The two of them looked at each other for a long time before Dumbledore waved his hand, "You can leave now Harry."
Once Harry was out Dumbledore turned to Vincent, "So what brings you here Vincent?"
"It"s these," Vincent handed Dumbledore his two rods, "I want to add something to it before I go."
"Hm, what do you need?" Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes curious to what Vincent would request.
...
"I"ll be back after two weeks," Vincent said as he walked to the train.
Before he could walk any further, Hermione gave him a hug surprising him. He returned it with a smile while shaking hands with the boys.
"See you soon guys!" he called as he boarded the train.
Harry, Ron and Hermione waved as they watch the train go into the distance. After a minute they went back to the castle. It was only later that night that they all felt the impact of Vincent"s lack of presence. The whole castle felt empty without the boy.
..Back in London..
"What if the Trespa.s.ser catches us?"
"As if, that guy"s been replaced by a sword wielding psychopath."
"Well either one of them wouldn"t be bothered with petty thieves like us."
A hooded figure was gazing down onto three thugs who were getting ready to rob a small shop. Before the figure could make a move a hand tapped on its shoulder surprising it. The hooded person drew their sword before swinging it at the culprit.
"Long time no see Sister An," whispered the culprit as he caught the blade in his two hands making the hooded figure"s eyes go wide.
"What was that?" asked one of the thugs hearing something.
"It"s probably a bird," one of the thugs grabbed a hammer, aiming to smash the window, "as soon as I break it the alarms will go off, so we need to hurry. Now on my count, one, two, thr—?!"
A black hooded figure appeared on top of the man landing on his face. The man smashed into the ground sending small specks of snow up.
"You little bast—!" the thug threw a fist at the figure who dodged before smashing his face with an iron rod, stunning and leaving him wide open. The hooded figure used this opportunity to bombard the thug"s body with blows. The thug held his arms up trying to block the onslaught, but to no avail. He then felt a blow to the side of the head before blacking out.
"Screw you!" the one on the ground tried to grab the a.s.sailant"s legs to which the hooded figure dodged out of the way in the form of a back-flip landing on the other thug"s shoulders. He then smashed the end of his rod into the his nose knocking him stone cold before jumping off the shoulders. The last thug got up from the ground before making grabbing a bin lid using it as a shield, "Stay away!"
The hooded figure threw his rod"s in both directions confusing the thug greatly. It was then that he saw one of the most amazing things in his life. A rod rebounded off the wall before shooting straight towards him, to which he deflected with the bin lid. His eye"s popped wide open as the rod rebounded again and seemed to fly back into the figure"s hand.
"No wa—" he stood stunned, forgetting the other rod as it collided with his jaw.
He fell to the floor out cold while the rod rebounded back to the figure"s other hand. The figure sheathed the rods before tying the thugs up. One of them was barely awake as he stared at the figure whose face was covered by his hood.
"Trespa.s.ser"s back, b****," he heard before a fist smashed into his face.
Vincent Wong climbed back up the building standing with the other hooded figure.
"I"m back Sister," Vincent said rubbing the back of his head as Sister An sheathed her sword.
"Welcome back Vincent."