he mastered the broom

James Hanbridge and the youngest of the triplets. Takes more after his father in terms of attitude. Due to an illness when he was younger he is a bit weak but is making steady progress in getting better. Always there to keep Akko calm when his dad isn’t there to calm Akko. Secretly wishes to become a wizard, but hasn’t told anybody as he is a bit embarrassed by it. However Amanda knows about James wish as she secretly has been teaching him to master riding a broom as she observed that he possess the skills to ride one with grace and speed. He is the kid who attends his father’s meetings much to his parents suprise. Also enjoys talking with aunt Diana about books at their weekly book club get together. You can find him helping his dad prep for a meeting by simply listening to his dad’s ideas. Enjoys taking a stroll with Akko in the mornings as he gets to listen to his mom’s stories from her youth.

Familiar Magic // Chapter 2

Characters: Servamp Kuro, Mahiru Shirota
Ship: KuroMahi
Summary: Their story started with a simple choice that lead to a whirlwind of complications. Mahiru saved a lion without knowing its true identity and the secrets it had.


Ch. 1 // Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4  // Ch. 5

“Kuro, help! The fires going to spread,” Mahiru panicked and tried to beat out the small fire consuming his table with his broom.

“Use water,” was Kuro’s unhelpful advice. He was stretched out in front of the fireplace and reading one of Mahiru’s books. From the corner of his eye, he watched Mahiru try to smother the small fire with his broom. The table broke under the power of the broom and Mahiru threw up his hands in frustration. “I told you to use water.”

“And I asked you to help!” Mahiru snapped back. Ever since he made a contract with Kuro, he had trouble controlling his magic because he wasn’t accustomed to having so much magic within him. Even casting simple spells, like lighting a candle, turned into a spectacle. He was becoming more frustrated with his inability to control his magic, something that should be simple to him.

“I did. I gave you advice.” Kuro turned so that he was lying on his stomach. How could this man be one of the seven guardians of the mountain? In the three days Kuro had been in his home, he had done little but lounge around the house.

“Kuro, I think it’s time for you to start teaching me how to use this magic.” Mahiru stood over Kuro and placed his hands on his hips. Like every time he made the request, Kuro only refused with a shrug.

“Do I have to? It’s too much of a bother when there’s no need. It’s almost lunch so you should get started on making something for us to eat.” Kuro said. Every time Mahiru asked Kuro to teach him magic, he would only change the topic.

“But I should learn how to control this magic in case that guy attacks us again.” Mahiru argued. Kuro closed his eyes so Mahiru couldn’t see what he was thinking or feeling. “Thinking simply, we’re going to face that guy again. Honestly, I think that we should so we can find out why he’s attacking you. He must have a reason for going after a guardian. Maybe we can convince him to stop attacking you.”

“I’m a pacifist so I believe it’s better to run or hide than to fight. I already put up a lot of protective charms so he can’t come near your house easily.” Kuro said and opened his eyes but they didn’t hold any hint of what he was thinking. He replaced the book he was reading and pulled out another one to read. “You don’t have to worry about him. If he comes, I’ll protect you.”

“I don’t want to fight and I don’t want you to fight for me either.” Mahiru said which made Kuro turn to face him because the words shocked him. The contract named one the master and the other their servant so Mahiru had no obligation to care for him.  But his eyes were honest and determined. “I’m sure we can resolve this peacefully. But I need to be able to use my magic in case something happens.”

“You’re one weird witch.” Kuro commented and sat up. “It’s troublesome to teach you how to use my magic because I know you’ll never be able to control it. We’re just not compatible when it comes to our magic and personalities. You using my magic to fight is like a fish using its fins to walk.”

Mahiru thought back to all the times he saw Kuro use his magic. The only spell he saw Kuro use was one that turned him into smoke. “I guess your magic isn’t the best for fighting. You probably can’t use smoke and shadows to fight very well.”

Kuro went silent and turned away from Mahiru. His words were innocent enough but they placed a painful weight on Kuro. He didn’t know how to respond so didn’t. Instead, he turned into a cat and walked into the kitchen. “I’m hungry. Can you make me something?”

“Alright,” Mahiru answered. “But we can’t eat at a broken table.”

Questions still swarmed his mind but he knew from Kuro’s expression that he wouldn’t answer any of them. Hopefully Kuro would if Mahiru made him more comfortable. Kuro jumped onto a chair and transformed back into his human form. He waved his hand over the broken table and the wood turned to smoke. Controlling it with his magic, Kuro made it reform as a table.

“Wow, I didn’t know your magic could do that! I know of spells that can repair things but not by using shadows or smoke.” Mahiru said in awe. He ran his hand over the wood but there was no hint of it being broken or a different table.

“My magic isn’t shadows or smoke.” Kuro told him. Even though he was adamant against teaching Mahiru about his magic, he didn’t want him to be mistaken about it either. While they were a part of his magic, they weren’t the core. None of the guardians could call their magic traditional. “Can you make me noodles?”

“I’ll have to go into village for that. I don’t know how long it’ll take to reach the village since I can’t use my broom to fly there.” Mahiru said. He was accustomed to flying but walking to the village near his home wouldn’t be too difficult. Honestly, he didn’t want to stay trapped in the house so said, “But it shouldn’t take too long. Watch the house while I’m away.”

Mahiru started to leave but felt something land softly onto his shoulder. He tilted his head and saw Kuro in his cat form. “I’ll teach you how to control the magic with your broom. But only your broom.”


“Don’t look down! We’re going to crash!” Both Mahiru and Kuro were struggling to keep the broom airborne. Kuro sat behind Mahiru in his human form and reached around him to hold the broom. He tried to control it but the broom refused to recognize him as its master. The broom belonged to Mahiru so only he could control it.

“Don’t put too much magic into it. Just focus on flying.” Kuro told him. He drained some of the magic within the broom so it would be easier for Mahiru to control but there was only so much he could take. He whispered a curse and wondered why magic always had to complicate his life.

“I already know how to fly but something’s different about this broom. I’m trying to give it as little magic as possible so I don’t know why its still flying so fast.” Mahiru never had trouble flying his broom before so he wondered what could be different flying with his own magic and flying with Kuro’s magic.

“Close your eyes.” Kuro instructed. “Just concentrate on flying and nothing else. Try not to think of anything around you. If we’re about to run into anything, I’ll tell you.”

“Alright,” Mahiru closed his eyes and focused on his broom. To his surprise, the magic in his broom began to dwindle to a manageable amount. He let out a sigh of relief and leaned back. Mahiru could feel Kuro’s warmth behind him but he wasn’t aware of how close they were. Kuro, on the other hand, was tremendously aware of that fact. “I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to fly anymore.”

“You like flying that much?” Mahiru nodded. He was so close that his hair brushed Kuro’s nose. He looked down at him and could see Mahiru’s serene expression.

“I guess a lazy cat like you wouldn’t understand. But feeling the air rush past you and—” The broom staggered for a moment and Kuro quickly reminded him to concentrate on the broom. “That’s weird. Flying usually comes second nature to me and I can just enjoy nature.”

“Until you can control my magic better, you probably can’t enjoy nature or flying much. But I can see what you mean. This isn’t too bad.” Kuro had to admit that flying gave him a rare illusion of peace. Being a thousand miles in the sky made his troubles seem far below him and out of reach. “I guess this is why All of Love likes flying so much.”

“All of Love? Is that another one of the seven guardians?” Mahiru asked and Kuro realized that he said the thought out loud. He felt so comfortable flying with Mahiru that he let his guard down. “I was surprised when you said you were one of the guardians. You’re not what I expected. Are the others like you?”

Kuro wondered how much he should tell Mahiru. If he said too little or too much, Mahiru would only ask him more questions. “My siblings are more high maintenance than me. I’m sure the witches that made a contract with them are having a hard time controlling them. You should consider yourself lucky that I’m your familiar and not one of them.”

“Wait, they’re all familiar spirits? All the legends said that you live in the mountain to protect a sorcerer. I guess you can’t always believe those rumours.” Mahiru shrugged but Kuro didn’t reply. “If it’s not true, I wonder how those rumours spread so much.”

“I think that’s the village up ahead. Descend slowly,” Kuro said and Mahiru nodded. His eyes were still closed but he trusted Kuro so controlled his broom to fly lower. He felt his feet touch the ground and Mahiru opened his eyes. The village was still a distance from them but close enough to walk. Mahiru had to wonder why Kuro told him to land rather than continue flying.

“Let’s go and buy all the ingredients you need.” Kuro said and began walking before Mahiru could ask him. They made their way down the road and it took little time for Kuro to complain. “Why did we have to go into village. I’m already so tired from walking.”

“You’re the one that said you wanted noodles.” Mahiru pointed out. Their conversation was light and inconsequential but he found himself enjoying it. He was sure that anyone that saw them wouldn’t think that Kuro was one of the guardians. “Maybe next time I should be less nice and make you something else instead.”

“Why are you so cruel?” Kuro said sarcastically. Mahiru rolled his eyes and Kuro had to chuckle under his breath. He didn’t know why he found Mahiru’s expressions so refreshing.

They entered the market place and Mahiru could easily maneuver through the crowd. He would buy food from the market often because it was difficult to grow food in the mountain. When he looked back at Kuro, he found that he was struggling behind. It was clear that he was uncomfortable in a crowd.

“Here Kuro, take my hand.” Mahiru walked back to him and held out his hand. “If you keep dragging your feet, we won’t get home until its dark.”

Kuro hesitated but took Mahiru’s hand. He thought back to the night they were attacked. Mahiru’s hand seemed small and delicate then but now he saw that he had a quiet strength. He walked beside Mahiru who guided him through the crowded road. “I know this place that sell really fresh vegetables.”

Mahiru walked to the small stand and was surprised to see the store owner speaking with a customer. More accurately, the customer was screaming at him. “I can’t stand you! I just want to ask you where Lily is. I came all the way here and you won’t even talk to me! Do you know how hard it is to track you down? I don’t even know what I was thinking coming to ask you!”

The younger man stormed off and Mahiru didn’t know if he should approach the store owner. The atmosphere was tense and he had a sad smile on his face as he watched the teen leave. Mahiru walked forward and greeted him. “Are you okay, Mikuni? Who was that?”

“Just someone I knew a long time ago. But who is this new friend you have?” Kuro felt the man’s sharp gaze shift onto him. There was something in his brown eyes that unsettled Kuro. But Mahiru seemed oblivious as he spoke with Mikuni and filled his basket. When he paid, Mikuni said: “Thanks Mahiru. You should be careful on your way home. Be alert for fox attacks.”

“I should be okay,” Mahiru assured him. He thought Mikuni was only being neighbourly so he didn’t think anything of the words. He turned back to Kuro, “I just need to stop at a few more places. Then we’ll head home and I’ll make you dinner.”

Kuro followed Mahiru but he had to look back to Mikuni who already disappeared into his store. After buying more things, they began to walk home. Mahiru wanted to distance themselves from the village before trying to fly home. He didn’t want to cause any damage with his broom.

“What’s that?” Mahiru spotted a doll on the side of the road. He wondered if a child had dropped it or forgotten it since they were already a mile out of village. He debated if he should go back to the village and try to find its owner. He picked it up and started to ask Kuro what they should do.

“Get away from that thing, Mahiru!” Kuro slapped the doll out of Mahiru’s hand and stood in front of him. He grunted when he felt a sword graze his arm. Still, he stood protectively in front of Mahiru and glared at the doll as it transformed into a human. “You’re the person that has been following me. What do you want?”

“As if you don’t know.” The strange man laughed. “My master is the eighth guardian of the forest, Tsubaki. He has been waiting for his siblings to answer his invitation for centuries. Poor guy finally got tired and ordered us to bring you all to him.”

“I thought there was only seven guardians.” Mahiru looked at Kuro in confusion.

“There are only seven,” Kuro told him. Then he faced the man and said, “I don’t know anyone named Tsubaki. Tell your master to stop attacking us because he’s mistaken.”

“He would be hurt to hear you say that. But you will be coming with me.” The man took out his sword. He charged at them and Kuro began cast a spell. He barely finished his spell before something crashed into their attacker and sent his attack off course.

It was a bear and Mahiru was shocked that the animal would wonder so close to the village, let alone save them. Looking around them, he realized that more animals were coming to their defense. A person stood among the animals and Mahiru recognized him since was the customer that had been arguing with Mikuni earlier. There was still a bitter anger in his eyes that he directed towards their attacker.

“I’m not in a good mood so tell me if you have Lily or not before I unleash these animals on you.” His quiet anger seemed to spread to animals that growled more fiercely.

“Not these guys again! Don’t think that this is over!” Their attacker turned into a doll again but the animals still trampled over it.

“What a waste of time. You guys can go home now,” The man gave the order to the animals and they walked back to the mountain. Some of the smaller animals stayed behind and gathered around him. He turned to face Mahiru and Kuro. His eyes widened. “There you are Lily!”

He marched to Kuro and pulled out a butterfly that had been hiding in the folds of Kuro’s cape. The butterfly transformed into a man who smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry Misono. I didn’t want to worry you. I thought you would want to be alone with him.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I want to thank you for saving us.” Mahiru held out his hand to the man. He was shorter than him but had an air of arrogance. “My name’s Mahiru.”

“This is Misono.” The taller man answered. “And I am All of Love, the seventh guardian of the mountain. But I like to go by the name Snow Lily now. It has been a long time, Sleepy Ash.”

“It has,” Kuro answered with mixed emotions.


A/N: I don’t know if people actually read these because I said that this fanfic was a discontinued idea XD But people said they liked the idea so I caved in and wrote the second chapter. I love the Alicein Brothers but no one is protected in my fanfic.

but guys

Twelve has two possible reactions to realising he got kissed by the Master

  1. he has a bit of an existential crisis
  2. he shrugs and says to a shocked (or perhaps not so shocked) Kate Stewart, “what do you mean your dad never told you about the time he caught the Master and I making out in a UNIT broom closet?”

and both are absolute gold 

anonymous asked:

Can you do a fic (idc if it's canon or not) where James and Sirius are teaching Harry to fly for the first time or like coaching Harry's little league quidittch team? Love your fics btw

Here you go anon! Not canon because I thought this would make more sense with a slightly older Harry :) 


“Are you sure this is a good idea?” James asked, holding his son a little above the broomstick that was floating a few inches off the ground. Harry seemed quite eager to try it out, judging by the way he kept drawing out the word “daddddd” and wriggling in James’ arms. 

 “Of course I am. It’s tradition that I buy him brooms, and the girl in the shop said it’s suitable for 5 to 8 year olds. Are you telling me that your son isn’t good enough to fly on a kid’s broom? Because he mastered the baby one with only a few minor causalities to vases and the cat.” 

 “Sometimes I think you got it him just to piss off the cat,” James replied, surveying his best friend, who seemed just as excited as Harry.

“Maybe a little bit,” Sirius smirked, “come on, let him go on it, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“He’s only four,” James said with a sigh, but he hadn’t had a very strong resistance in the first place, and had really only bothered to argue for the sake of telling Lily that he’d tried.

He set Harry down on the broom, which was much bigger than the one he’d gotten for his first birthday, but still quite a bit smaller than a full sized racing broom. Harry wrapped his legs around it happily and immediately floated upwards until he was just above James’ eyeline. 

 “See, he’s a natural!” Sirius beamed, reaching up to grab hold of the tip of Harry’s broom. “Come on sport,” he said, tugging Harry along while James ran behind them to keep up, “let’s see how far you can make it.” 

“Careful!” James called when Sirius let go off the broom, giving Harry a little push as he flew across the garden gleefully. 

“Stop worrying so much Prongsy,” Sirius said, flinging his arm around James’ shoulders. “It can only go a couple of feet in the air.” 

“I know,” James admitted, smiling briefly at Sirius before turning his attention back to Harry, who was getting dangerously close to the trees that separated the garden from the fields beyond. “Turn, Harry,” he called out, then more frantically, “TURN!” when there was no sign that Harry was going to pull the broom in either direction. 

“Ah,” Sirius said and then both of them were running towards the end of the garden, calling out “Harry!” and “turn!” and “trees!” as they went. They didn’t quite make it in time to prevent the crash, but James dug his wand out of his back pocket just in time to stop Harry hitting the floor, and Sirius rescued the broom before it could get beaten up too badly. 

“You have to turn, buddy,” James sighed, picking Harry up from where his spell had caused him to land gently. 

“Oops,” Harry said, grinning at his father before turning to Sirius and saying, “Can I try again?” 

“Yeah,” James said, putting Harry down on the floor so he could clamber up onto the broom himself. “But stay low this time and we’ll teach you how to not crash into things.” 

“Also known as how to not give your parents a heart attack,” Sirius nodded. 

James did this by guiding Harry around on the broom for a little while, telling him when to shift his body weight, while Sirius flew by their side on one of James’ old brooms, demonstrating the correct movement if Harry was struggling to turn in a full circle and making sure he didn’t let go of the broom at the wrong time. 

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take him long to pick it up and soon he was zooming around the garden with James only mildly concerned that he was about to fall and hurt himself. 

“Looks good for a chaser, don’t you think?” Sirius grinned, coming to stand by James’ side and elbowing him lightly in the ribs. 

“Thinking a seeker actually,” James replied, shielding his eyes against the sun as he watched his son push his broom down and descend a good meter before easily pulling himself back into a straight line. “McGonagall will like that.” 

“Maybe he’ll play for England one day,” Sirius laughed, offering James one of the brooms he’d collected from the shed along with a soft, spongy quaffle that was made for kids. “Shall we?” he asked. 

James took the broom and ball with a smile, “I think we shall,” he replied, and the two of them kicked off from the ground. Hovering on either side of Harry, they began tossing the quaffle between the three of them, making Harry laugh and nearly tumble off his broom again when Sirius threw the ball purposefully hard at James head, which it bounced off and flew towards Harry, who caught it instead. 

“These are the kind of things you’ll need to know for professional quidditch, Harry,” Sirius told him with mock seriousness. “How to aim things at people heads.” 

“Especially your daft godfather’s,” James added, taking the ball back from his son and lobbing it at Sirius. 

Which is how Lily found the three of them later on, laughing and hovering in a circle close to the ground, the game of catch descended long ago into a game of who could hit each other in the face the most often. 

Worryingly, as the afternoon progressed, Harry had gotten pretty good at that too.