//------------------------------// // Chapter Twenty-One // Story: Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry // by AnnonyMouse //------------------------------// Disclaimer: My Little Pony Friendship is Magic belongs to Hasbro. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. This is a free fiction, not to be sold or traded for any money, services or goods. Please refrain from commenting on any spelling and / or grammatical errors. Rather, PM me and I will see to fixing them in due time, thank you. For more information, see my profile. Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 21 Sweetie Belle emerged from the changing room, wearing a school uniform that fit her better than the previous one. She stepped before the full length mirror and looked her human self over. She looked very different from the form that the pendant had given her. She was a little shorter, slimmer, and her mane was shorter. Rather than reaching to her waist, it was just touching her shoulders. The young girl actually preferred her hair short like this. It would be easier to tend to, especially with her natural curly hair. Her face was a little rounder, showing her youthful age. But it was her height that really got her. Sweetie Belle was half a head shorter than the second shortest student at the school. “Are you done in there?” Phineas called from the other room. Sweetie Belle started a little, having been so caught up with looking at this human form of hers. Would this have been what she would have looked like if she'd been transformed by the mirror? If so, her soft, pale skin was certainly stood out drastically from her dark, and not overly comfortable, clothing. It felt strange, the fabric on bare skin. She then pulled herself away from the mirror and headed out into the waiting room where her friend Phineas sat patiently. “Yes, I'm done here.” Frey had been there as well to help Sweetie Belle get dressed properly, showing her how everything went on so the smaller girl could do it for herself from then on. “Wow, you look great.” Phineas was all smiles. It was strange, how a week ago he was a total jerk, and now, he was one of her best friends. Blushing a little, Sweetie Belle fidgeted with her robes a little. “Really? I thought I'd look funny as a human.” Phineas chuckled lightly. “Not at all. You really do look good as a human. So, what are you going to do till you turn back?” “I'll just keep doing everything like I always do.” The filly turned girl smiled, right before scooping Phineas into her arms and giving him a hug. “Oof!” The small colt was surprised by the sudden huggle attack, but he didn't fight it. Rather, on some instinctive level, he was totally unable to resist it. “Ohmygosh! You're so soft and fluffy!” Sweetie Belle rubbed her cheek against Phineas's cheek, making him blush as well. Moments later, the door burst open and a pair of fellow students rushed in, barging past Fray, who had chosen to keep out of the way till now. “Sweetie Belle?” Deuce skidded to a stop the moment he spotted the familiar pink and lavender curly hair. “Whoa... it's true.” Zwei had entered the room with a little more decorum than her twin brother, but now sported the same dumbfounded look on her face. “What the heck is going on here?” Sweetie Belle giggled and set Phineas down on a chair. “Oh, I just got transmogrified into a human. It'll last only a few days at most.” At least she hoped so. Scorpius was quite powerful and talented for his age after all. “Oh.” Deuce replied. “Well, we'd heard that something horrible had happened to you so we ran here as fast as we could.” “Who did this to you?” Zwei looked oddly annoyed. Most likely because she couldn't carry and cuddle Sweetie Belle while she was a human. “It was my brother, Scorpius.” Phineas scowled. “He's been pranking Sweetie Belle and I all day.” Deuce tilted his head in thought. “Scorpius? I don't recall anyone here with that name.” “Apparently he graduated at a young age.” Sweetie Belle spoke up. “But there's some lessons he has to come back for because they're age restricted.” “Is that true Phineas?” Zwei looked down at the small Pegasus. He nodded and looked away, muttering to himself. Zwei knelt down. “Say that again so we can hear it please.” “It's a family matter.” Phineas glared at the brunette. “Please don't get yourself involved.” Sweetie Belle sat next to the colt. “Phin, I'm involved, and I'm not family. What's wrong with having more friends there to help us out?” “Because they're not my friends. You and a few others from Slytherin are the only friends I have, and sorry to say this Fray,” He looked up at the girl, “I'd rather just be your friend than being your special somepony.” Fray looked down at Phineas. “What?” A rather confused look was spread across her face. Phineas replayed what he'd just said in his head. “Wow, that didn't come out as it should have. What I meant is I don't want a girlfriend. I'm only eleven after all, and to be honest, this whole friends thing is new to me.” “Ohh!” Zwei scooped a suddenly surprised Phineas into her arms and hugged the dickens out of him. “You're using pony talk. It's adorable.” Phineas shot Sweetie Belle a look that begged for help. She returned with a shrug and look that told him there was little, if anything, that she could do. Once Zwei got a pony in a hug, that was it. “And just what is going on in here?” A new voice spoke sternly. Everyone spun around to see Potions Master Snape standing in the doorway. Before anyone could actually respond, he strode forward and stopped before Zwei and Phineas. “Mr. Malphoy. You are out of uniform. Is that why you are here?” “Uh, actually, Sweetie Belle needed a new uniform.” Phineas replied. Snape looked down and around. “And just where is she?” “Right here Sir.” A familiar voice spoke from a human girl, one who had a surprisingly familiar hairstyle and green eyes. “Transmogrification prank?” He asked dryly. “Yes sir.” Sweetie Belle hung her head. “I like it. It places you on more even footing with the rest of the students. Now if we could only do something about you...” He shot a glare at Phineas. Phineas tried to look the dark haired man in the eye, but found himself more interested in the teacher's shoes. “Actually Sir, I might be an Animagus. That's why normal transmogrification spells don't work on me.” “An Animagus? You've learned that fact about yourself at such a young age? Interesting. I assume your current form is your animal form then?” Phineas nodded. “I think so. I mean, My Mother and Father seem fine with the situation, especially since I'm starting to make some friends. My brother isn't too happy about it though.” “Ah yes, Scorpius. I remember him when he was one of my students. A genius, through and through. Also rude, self centered, arrogant, overly cocky, and mastered every potion I had to teach him without a single mishap. He also mastered every spell available to him without any problems. He's won every wizarding duel he partook in, and even made a second wand of his own and developed a dual spellcasting style. Very intelligent and scored perfect marks in every course he took. Why is he back?” Phineas rolled his eyes. “Because there are age restrictions on certain lessons, ones that he was not allowed to learn because he's too young.” Snape had the look of understanding on his face, and then took on a look of great displeasure. (Snape's expression: http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/184/630/remiq.net_9522.jpg?1318349037 ) That look was not lost on any of the students, but before any of them could ask anything, Snape spun on his heel and walked out of the room, not a single word spoken. A moment later he stuck his head back in. “Oh, Mr. Malphoy. You will be needing a uniform before you will be permitted attendance in any of your classes from now on. Regulations and such.” With that, he withdrew once again and was gone. Phineas's wings drooped. “Where am I going to get a uniform? I doubt anyone I know can sew to save their lives.” Sweetie Belle's eyes lit up. “I know the perfect seamstress to make your new uniform. Come on, let's go talk to the Headmistress.” She scooped Phineas from Zwei's arms and rushed out of the room. And ran face first into the wall opposite the door... “Note to self: Learn to turn while walking before trying to run...” … Minerva had listened to Sweetie Belle's proposition and had to think it over for a few minutes. There were the pros and cons to be considered, of which she weighed carefully. Sweetie Belle sat next to Phineas, both waiting patiently for the answer. Finally Minerva looked up at the pair. “I am afraid I cannot allow such a venture to be made. We do not know what will happen to Phineas should he pass through the mirror and into Equestria, given his current situation.” “Oh...” Sweetie Belle hung her head. “Rarity would have been able to make Phineas a new uniform in no time.” “But, what about my classes? I'm not allowed to take them if I'm not in uniform.” Phineas frowned. “Even though I've been allowed up till now. Why did that suddenly change?” “Ah, well, there are regulations and rules, some of which are not negotiable. It was your brother who reminded me of that one. I must admit, I have, conveniently, forgotten many little rules, often bending them here and there, but this one, well, the robes are designed not only to identify your house, but to protect you from weather, splashes in potions class, as well as other hazards from other lessons. I am sorry Phineas, but until we can make you a Uniform for your current form, or preferably find a way to change you back, you will not be able to partake in any classes.” “Headmistress, you can't be serious.” Phineas looked horrified. “Animagus classes are only available for third years and up, and only if I've been doing good in transmogrification classes.” “Oh, I am serious, which is why Sweetie Belle will be sending a letter home, inviting Miss Rarity here to make your uniform for you.” The pair of student's faces suddenly lit up in delight, big eyes shining and smiles that would make Pinkie Pie feel nothing but happiness. … Back in her room, Sweetie Belle worked on writing a letter to send home to Rarity. Of course, she'd first attempted to write with her hands, but there was no way it was going to be legible. In that case, Sweetie Belle opted to use the quill in her mouth. Even then her writing was coming out pretty bad. Apparently pony lips and tongues are more capable at manipulating things than human lips. “And done.” Sweetie Belle plucked the quill from her mouth and rolled it up with the invitation from Headmistress Mcgonnagal. She then lit the emerald flame candle and sent the letter on its way. With a smile, she left her room and exited the Griffindor dorm, and met Phineas waiting outside. Since last time he'd been in there, he knew better than to even try to get inside. “So, did you send it?” Sweetie Belle nodded. “Yes, I did. After the sun goes down, we'll use the mirror in Mcgonnagal's office to open the portal. I do hope she can make it.” Phineas smiled on hearing that. “I bet she'll be more than happy to come here. You can even give her a tour, maybe.” “Phin. We have classes tomorrow. I can't give her a tour while doing them.” She sighed slightly. “Besides, she'll most likely be heading back before morning.” “Oh, of course. Well, it's going to be interesting to meet your sister.” Sweetie Belle giggled, and then revealed she had her Cloud Skimmer with her. “What say we go outside and practice flying? I wanna take a look at the quiddich stadium.” … “So, what were the rules again?” Sweetie Belle asked from her spot in the bleachers, watching the Hufflepuff team practice. “You have to get that ball there,” Phineas pointed at the ball in question, “through one of those rings that's being guarded by the opposing team. A goal is worth ten points. All the while, you have to be watching out for those two balls, the Bludgers. They apparently hit really hard.” “Oh, that sounds painful.” The young girl cringed. “And then there's that player who's just flying about and looking around. Why aren't they doing anything?” Deuce, sitting behind Sweetie Belle, spoke up. “Ah, they're the Seeker. Their job is to find the Golden Snitch. It's a tiny gold ball with wings and flies about insanely fast. Whomever's Seeker catches it earns their team one hundred-fifty points and outright wins the game.” “That sounds like a sport that Pegasi would love, except maybe the bludgers and the beaters and all that... Then again.” Sweeie Belle thought about how athletic Rainbow Dash was, and how much Scootaloo enjoyed rough and tumbling about. “Yea, they'd love a game like this.” “Ain't no game Sweetie.” Deuce almost looked insulted. “It's a SPORT!” Zwei, who had been quiet till now rolled her eyes. “Only if you're into that sorta stuff.” She looked back over her shoulder at her twin. “And here I thought you preferred intellectual games like Wizard Chess.” Deuce chuckled. “Yea, I play chess because I suck at sports. You know that.” He then looked at Phineas. “Hey Phin, you should totally go out there and chase after that golden snitch. Give the Hufflepuff Seeker a challenge.” “Nope.” Phineas backed away. “I'm still pretty new at this flying thing. I doubt I could keep up with a normal broom flier, never mind a high speed flier like a Seeker.” Sweetie Belle glanced at Phineas's blank flank, and decided it was time to start up some Crusader fun here at Hogwarts. Who knows, maybe she'd find her own cutie mark as well. “Say Phin, you never know unless you try.” Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as Sweetie Belle spoke. “Well, yea, true. I haven't actually tried to see how fast I can go with these wings.” He chuckled as he stretched said wings and looked at them. “Though they do look kinda small to let me go really fast.” “Are you kidding? Your wings are actually a little larger on average. I bet all the fillies would have their eyes on you, especially the Pegasai mares.” Phineas blushed. “Nope. I don't think I wanna go there.” He looked at his wings, and then thought about the other Pegasus he'd seen. He couldn't remember her name, but her wings were absolutely tiny compared to his own. “So... I could be a really fast flier?” Sweetie Belle nodded. The Gemini twins just watched, a little worried about that glint in Sweetie Belle's eyes. “Maybe fast enough to catch the golden snitch.” Sweetie added. You could be the youngest Seeker to play the game since, what was his name?” “Harry Potter.” Deuce spoke up. “Amazing Seeker he was. Bloody brilliant at the best of times, and downright lucky at the worst, except with some deranged witch, wizard or monster was after him. Took down the worst wizard ever he did, all on his own.” Sweetie Belle knew a fair bit about the exploits of this Harry Potter. She would love to properly meet him one of these days, but for now, she figured it would be best to not push her luck in such matters. “I see. Well, why don't you go after that snitch there? It's over by the Slytherin tower, over there.” Sweetie Belle pointed it out. Phineas looked to where Sweetie Belle was pointing, and spotted the tiny golden sphere. His pegasus vision locking onto the target. “Why not. The Hufflepuff seeker isn't doing anything.” With a flap of his wings, the colt took off after the golden snitch. This caught the seeker's attention, and he looked to where the Pegasus was flying, and only now did he spot his target. “Oi, you ain't allowed here...” He yelled and took off after the speedy airborne equine. He honestly didn't care about that. He actually took it as an extra challenge in their training. Phineas pushed himself, and found he was outclassed by the human on the broom for turning ability, but he had to grin for the fact that he was actually faster. Winding after the snitch, the pair pushed themselves, and each other to the limit. The snitch was inches out of either of their reaches, but neither would give in. With aching wings, Phineas gave one more massive push and tried to catch the snitch in his mouth. But that annoying little object suddenly took a near ninety degree turn. With his focus on the snitch, Phineas had failed to see the bludger heading right for his face. The last thing he saw was a cascade of stars. … Sweetie Belle sat next to Phineas as he rested on a cot in the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey felt it was alright, seeing as the young girl was being very well behaved. Nice and quiet as well, which was a bonus. She felt bad that Phineas had been knocked out cold, all because of her suggestion. She had been watching him as he flew and had smiled and cheered the whole time, up till his collision with that violent ball. Thankfully one of the other players had caught him before he could crash into the sandy floor of the stadium and helped to bring the colt here. So now she sat next to her friend, hoping he wouldn't be mad at her, and the worry was written all over her face. Then he groaned and shifted, bringing his hooves to his head, where he found an ice pack resting on what would most likely be a pretty large goose egg. “Did anybody bet the number of that bluger?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper. “I'm so sorry Phineas. I didn't mean for you to get hurt.” Sweetie Belle hugged Phineas and started crying. “Ouch... Don't cry Sweetie. Other than a nasty headache, I think I'll be fine.” He chuckled. “You are lucky pegasus heads seem so sturdy.” Madam Pomfrey said as she waddled over, pushing a cart with some potions and other medicines over. “But even then you shouldn't be going out into the quidich stadium when you're not part of a team, and especially not without proper equpment.” She chided the colt, making him lower his head in shame. “I'm sorry. I won't do it again.” The older human smiled and checked on Phineas's head, and satisfied there was no real damage, she released him. … Sweetie Belle looked at the grandfather clock in the main hall and noted the time. “It's getting late. We should head to see Headmistress Mcgonnagal and I hope my sister can come to help make you your new uniform.” Phineas nodded and trotted along just behind the girl as they headed for their destination. “What's wrong Phin?” Sweetie Belle stopped and knelt down to look her friend in the eye. “I-I don't know.” He sat on his haunches and hung his head. “It was fun, the flying and chasing after that snitch, but then I went and messed up so bad and I could have gotten really badly hurt.” “But you weren't.” Sweetie Belle lifted his chin with her hand so their eyes met. “Remember this. Just because you mess up once, you shouldn't just give up. You should see how many times my friends and I mess up and fail trying to get our cutie marks.” “Cutie Marks? That's related to your special talent, isn't it?” Sweetie Belle nodded. “And I haven't found mine yet, neither has Applebloom. Scootaloo got hers when she tried out my Cloud Skimmer. She was amazing when she was flying about on it.” “I heard.” Phineas looked away. “So... about this cutie mark thing... Would I be able to get one? I mean, I'm really a human, so...” Sweetie Belle frowned for a moment before hugging the colt. “Don't you worry about that. I've been trying for mine for a long time now. I know that someday I'll find it. I bet that you have a special talent all your own too.” She released him and stood back up. “Let's hurry now. You gotta meet my sister.” Phineas nodded, and followed along behind Sweetie Belle once again. He had a lot on his mind, and he hoped that he could sort it all out eventually. To Be Continued...