Half Dust, Half Deity

Sua

Despite her trying to put on a brave face, she is the most intimidated and overwhelmed by the current changes. This territory is unfamiliar and new, not to mention how you always remain distant. She would wonder whats the reason why you decided to save them as well as the true purpose of the IPC. She would often be around mizi not trusting anyone, shes cold towards you as well as making no attempts of interacting. By what it seems, she doesn't trust the IPC or literally anyone. Her being protective over mizi is tops and as well as glaring at anyone who approaches her trying to recruit them into an idol. You are talented as well as powerful, based on the saying of your subordinates–you remain distant as well as powerful. You seem to be detached and duty bound by your role as a stoneheart, honestly based on what your employees say about you. Your not bad compared to your other subordinates or fellow stonehearts, she and the others only caught a glimpse of a man wearing an extravagant outfit meeting with you wearing a turquoise theme.

Ivan

He will adapt quickly, he will try to gain as much informantion from your employees and others to understand the IPC as well as other factions. The universe is much bigger as well as more dangerous, he would make sure to keep an eye out on everybody especially till due to the chaos he can cause. You remain ambivalent, honestly by far you and your coworkers remain a mystery towards him. You seem to be very busy, as well as having a close bond with your fellow stoneheart topaz" and "aventurine". You are very much distant figure despite your "savior" imagine played by your employees, is it truly freedom for them? Or under new management. Ivan would use this time to learn as best as he can, the language, tactics and more so that he and the others can adapt. He would never trust you but I guess that implied to you as well since it seems you don't trust him as well. If he and the others desire so much as leaving from your grasp then so be it.

Till

He would cause more trouble, he would pick up fights as well as cause trouble with your employees and get into fights with the cast. He doesn't trust you one bit, you are being surrounded by luxury makes him wary of you–like how you would know or understand them. He caused a lot of property damage which of course would be covered by you, he is confused by you. He knows you are able to kill him, yet doesn't. You are not even paying attention to the mess, just pay and leave. Till is confused by your indifference. Yet the cast is given a place to stay as well as fine clothing, till would reject at first then he has no choice but to accept it because he was starving. He has questions about you yet you are always busy, he is also overwhelmed by pier point atmosphere.

Hyuna

She would be the first person to escape, she would not accept you or the IPC. In fact I feel like she would join the galaxy ranger because she encounters boothill and the stories of the Galaxy ranger as well as her being able to relate to boothill she joined the galaxy ranger enjoying traveling the cosmos.

Hyuna would distance herself from Luka, not wanting to be close to him. You remaining ambiguous would give her flash back of her own guardian, you only focus on your work. Yet she doesn't hate you because you carry a sense of care and responsibility–the feeling is mutual.

She would immediately see through the IPC facade of being a peaceful organization, viewing it as no different from the same beings that imprisoned and created her. She honestly would blend in with the galaxy rangers.

Luka

Luka, similar towards Ivan–he would learn how to adapt. The IPC is no different from the audience he often would entertain, he also would receive many invitations to become a model as well as an idol. He viewed the IPC as similar towards the aliens but different in a way.

He would manipulate others to get what he wants as well as learn as much as he needs. He would often try to get close to you but it seems pointless because your position is too high, in truth the reason why you rescued them was not due to empathy but because of a vendetta.

The full reason they were rescued was simply because the aliens destroyed one of your fleets carrying your subordinates and fellow employees, you tried to maintain peace and when that failed–using your resources, you managed to destroy the alien through economically making them run out of resources as well as cutting their resources.

Sirius: Go fuck yourself.

Barty, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Sirius: Do you think sex without love is a sin?

Barty: If it is, I’ll see you in hell.

Sirius: I feel like doing something stupid.

Barty: I’m stupid, do me.

Barty: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Sirius: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Barty: Seize the dick.

Sirius: Look, last night was a mistake.

Barty: A sexy mistake.

“Do you want Filch to catch us?” You rolled your eyes, carefully turning a corner. 

“...Yeah.”

“What?”

“So I can show him who’s boss.”

You snorted—a bit too loud—then clamped a hand over your mouth. Sirius snickered quietly at you.

“No, dimwit, of course I don’t want to be caught,” Sirius replied. “Well, I’m sorry my boots have long laces.”

“My laces.” You scowled, looking at him accusingly. “You stole them from me.”

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did! You took out your original ones to whip Remus!”

Sirius was about to snap back until the look on his face reflected that he remembered it.

“Oh, yeah. That was great.” Sirius tilted his head in thought. “I think he burned it in the fireplace.”

Then, a creak.

You jumped back, pressing your back against a wall. Sirius followed, whispering ‘Nox’ under his breath. The light from his wand flickered off, and you were both swallowed by darkness.

Peeking down the hallway, you saw nothing, just the dark-blueish light from the moon.

“We’re good.” You whispered, motioning for Sirius to follow you. You went down the opposite hallway, avoiding where the sound came from. 

“What was that?” Sirius asked, illuminating the tip of his wand again.

“Not sure. It wasn’t Filch, though.” You answered.

You walked down an unfamiliar hallway with no rugs and barely any decorations. It looked like an abandoned hallway, or a place where no one goes—not restrained or dangerous, just…forgotten.

‘Where the bored will seek.’ 

The room should be here. That’s what the saying meant.

You came to a stop, spotting an out-of-place painting. 

“Here.” You breathed. 

“Here?”

“Yes, Padfoot, here.” 

“Okay, Noodle.”

“I said not to call me that!”

He sighed. “Fine. Scales.”

“Not that one!”

Sirius sighed again. “Slinky.”

“That was the name we all agreed on, anyway.” You huffed.

“Yeah, yeah, boring snake patronus,” Sirius uttered. He nodded towards the painting. “Get on with it.”

Slipping a piece of wrinkled parchment from your pocket, you read it. “Five steps east…Two steps back…Appareo…” 

Looking up at the wall, you followed the movement—moving to the right five times, then stepping back twice. Taking your wand, you copied the spell’s movement and mumbled, “Appareo.”

The wall rumbled loudly, dust shooting from the crevices. You stepped back, eyes wide, watching the wall gradually open up like a door.

Inside, it was a dark tunnel.

“Merlin…” You whispered, slowly approaching the entrance. You peeked inside and saw a distant light at the end. “Padfoot, come’ere.” 

Sirius walked up behind you, looking into the darkness. “What about it? It’s a secret passageway, you told me.”

“No, the light. What…is that?” 

Sirius squinted harder, then let out a small ‘Oh.’

“Go in first,” You pushed him.

“No, you go first,” Sirius scowled, pushing you in. “You’re the one who wanted to find this shitty tunnel.”

“Is someone…chickening out?” You nudged his arm with a sly grin. 

“The only chicken here is you, Slinky.” Sirius flashed his teeth with a smile, then made his way down the tunnel. You followed right behind him, then heard the walls slam shut.

–

You thought the light was some sort of lamp. Or maybe Filch with a candle, waiting to get us in trouble.

Both were wrong, but Sirius wished it were the second option.

“Holy shit.”

It was a library. 

Every shelf was about a hundred feet tall, stacked with books and trinkets; some even had drawers filled with filled-out documents. The warm lighting came from floating candles and undying lamps.

“How the hell did you find this place, Slinks?” Sirius breathed, looking around and taking in the view. 

“I knew it! James owes me three chocolate frogs!” You said, hurrying into the library and scanning the shelves.

You saw thousands of book titles— ‘A Dragon’s Weakness,’ ‘The Lost Wizards and How They Were Found,’ and…

“‘How To Spot a Squib.’” You snorted. “Padfoot! Look!”

Sirius walked over, looking at the thick book in your hand. He laughed. 

“I bet the first page is a picture of Filch.”

You doubled over in laughter, placing the book back. “Never going to let go of that incident, huh?”

“It wasn’t even my fault!” Sirius complained. “It was James who put the roaches in his office!”

You explored more, flicking through piles of papers on one of the wooden desks.

“Padfoot! Look at this!” You said excitedly. You handed a confused Sirius a piece of dark brown parchment paper, filled with cursive writing.

“...Jellyfish?” He tilted his head.

“What? No, look down here,” You sighed, pointing to the bottom part of the page. 

“Oh. Dehydrated jellyfish.” 

“Yes!”

“What about it?”

“People eat them! Muggles!”

Sirius looked at your beaming face, patted your shoulder, and said, “That’s awesome, but very random.”

Two minutes later, you came running up to him again with a dusty coin in your hand.

“What’s that?”

“What’s this? You don’t know what this-” You waved the coin in his face. “-is?”

He shook his head, clearly amused. “That could literally be anything.”

“This could not be just ‘anything!’ Basically…” You continued to explain the coin.

For about another five minutes, you rambled about the significance and history of the bronze coin. Sirius watched you with adoring eyes and a small smile on his lips. 

“And that,” You concluded with a sigh, “is why this coin is important!”

Sirius clapped slowly.

“Are you making fun of me?” You scowled.

“No. Never.” Sirius replied.

Then, he yawned.

“You’re so bored. I bored you out.” You frowned.

Sirius placed both hands on your shoulders. “No, you weren’t. I promise.” He grinned, adding, “Medieval wizard coins. Riveting stuff.”

You narrowed your eyes, placing the coin down on the table next to you. “You don’t even know what it’s called.”

“I do.”

“Enlighten me.”

Sirius glanced at the coin again, obviously clueless. “The Medieval wizard coin.”

You snickered. “I appreciate your dedication, Padfoot.” 

Sirius rolled his eyes. He opened a small drawer, and something immediately stood out.

A wooden coiled snake figure.

Your eyes were wide as you reached in, gently pulling it out. “Look at him, Padfoot!”

Sirius blinked.

“What?” You frowned.

“It’s a snake.”

“Yeah, and it’s obviously special, idiot.”

Sirius lightly took it from your fingers and examined it. “Nothing too crazy about it.”

Your eye caught something at the bottom. “Wait, turn it upside down.”

Sirius flipped the snake upside down, revealing letters carved into it.

“‘Those who enter must leave with what has been left behind.’” You softly read aloud. “Cool! I get to keep it!” 

“You’re welcome.”

“What did you do?” You teased.

“Opened the drawer.”

“Wow. Opening the drawer. So impressive.” You mocked. “I literally could’ve done that myself.”

“But you didn’t; that’s the thing,” Sirius smirked.

You scoffed. “Asshole.”

Your eyes flickered to behind the black-haired boy—a staircase.

“What’re you looking at?” Sirius observed your curious face, then turned around. “Oh.”

“Come on!” You hurried over to the steps and carefully climbed up. Sirius followed behind you.

On the second floor, the lighting was dimmer, and the objects were dustier. It was like no one had been here in ages.

“More nerdy things up here, I suppose?” 

“Not nerdy things, artifacts. More documents, too!” You opened a creaky drawer, skimming through poorly-aged folders. “Marisa Simpson. Didn’t she…y’know,” You knowingly looked at Sirius, who was leaning against the wall.

“Turn to Voldemort? Yeah, after she graduated.” He crossed his arms, looking at his boots. “Doesn’t matter; she’s been long gone.” 

“Did Voldemort eat her or something?” You muttered.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he did.” Sirius bit the inside of his cheek. You slipped Marisa’s file back inside the drawer and shut it. Standing up, you looked through the wooden shelves—these had carvings, engraved names, and obvious scratches on them.

“A lot of…dark magic up here.” You mumbled, tracing your finger on one of the dents. It had ‘Silence to the world’ carved into it, and next to it, in very small letters—

‘Avada Kedavra.’

You furrowed your brows, feeling over the letters and shivering. 

The lights flickered. A rumble was heard from somewhere in the distance.

“Find something?” You heard Sirius ask. You ignored the strange sound and movement, turning to face a slightly concerned Sirius.

“Yeah. Just a bit…weird.” 

He walked over and read the words.

“The hell…?” He breathed, knitting his brows. “Strange.”

You nodded, stepping away from it. “I think this place might’ve been the Dark Arts Holder.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ve never read about it in Hogwarts: A History?”

“I don’t read.”

You sighed. “Hogwarts apparently has a whole place dedicated to holding Dark Arts files. 400 years ago, they wanted to see who would turn out to be evil wizards or witches.” You watched Sirius’ eyes widen.

“So they were tracking them? The students?”

“Yes. As you can tell, they were tracking Marisa—look how she turned out. They guessed correctly.”

“Do you think the Ministry was involved?”

“Absolutely. But…I don’t think they want to have anything to do with it.”

“...Holy shit, Slinks.”

“I know. These files are surely older, though. I don’t think anyone has been up here in a while…” You trailed off, your eyes landing on a large clock, reading ‘4:22 AM.’ “We should probably go back now. It’ll take us some time to get all the way back to our common rooms.”

“Oh. Right.” Sirius followed you to the staircase. It seemed colder; the lights were tinted…green?

 “Y’know, sometimes I forget we aren’t in the same houses.”

You shook off your paranoid thoughts and cleared your throat. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. It feels like you're much cooler than those other Slytherin kids.”

“You’re, like, eviler than any kid in Slytherin.”

“Whoa, Slinky. I am not, and that is an absurd accusation.”

You stepped off the staircase and made your way back to the tunnel. “Who else would spit in Snape’s pumpkin juice?”

“Okay, that was evil, but aside from that, what else have I done?”

“Spilling ink over that third-year’s paper because they asked for help on an assignment.”

“I was busy!”

“With chess. Chess, Padfoot.” You laughed. “Want me to give more examples?”

“No. Never mind.” Sirius grumbled, giving up. “Forgot your snake figure, by the way.”

Your eyes widened as you patted your pockets. “Shit!” 

Before you could run up the staircase again, Sirius held it out. “You have the memory of a seahorse.”

You sighed in relief, snatching it from his fingers. “Fuck you, Padfoot.”

He sniggered, “Love you too, Slinky.” Poking you, he nodded towards the tunnel to go down. “I went first last time.”

“Scared? Still?” 

“Nope. I just want to poke your back more.”

“Rude.” You uttered, then walked down the murky tunnel again, Sirius at your tail.

—

You both exited the tunnel—weirdly, the walls were already open.

Sirius’ wand was still lit, both of you watching your step. Last time you both had gone on an adventure like this, you had tripped on a crumpled oriental rug and fallen on a full suit of armor. 

The result wasn’t pretty.

“I’m still curious about the Dark Arts Holder,” Sirius whispered, turning a corner. “I wonder if someone had been there recently.”

“Probably not,” You replied quietly. “I don’t think any of the new teachers are even aware of the library itself.”

“Hm.” Sirius stayed quiet for a second as you both hurried down a dark corridor. “What about the headmaster?”

You nodded, trying to recall Hogwarts: A History. “Pretty sure all the headmasters and headmistresses need to be aware of it. They’re the ones who file it. Older, trusted teachers are familiar with the Holder.”

You glanced at Sirius—his face was contorted into thought. Assuringly, you rubbed his shoulder. “It’s nothing to worry about. We’re not in danger; we might just need to look out for those students with O’s on their Dark Arts papers.”

Sirius smiled, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “When I find someone I’m suspicious of, I’ll tell them to get your ass first.”

You snickered, nudging his ribs with your elbow. “Not if I get your ass first, idiot.”

“Must be aware of the intimidating Noodle, huh?” Sirius teased, looking down at your grinning face.

“Jerk!”