Fanghur

Fire and Ice. Caring and stoic. Warmth and coldness. Hazel and blue. Magic and science. Justice and crime. White and black. Day and night. Hunter and planner. Bravery and intelligence. Yin and yang. So different from each other. Yet fitting together so well. Two sides of the same coin. One cannot be without the other. There must be balance. Changing the scales continuously. Repeating over and over. Eternally. Guess it's true, what they say. Opposites do attract. It is destiny. Their reason to live. Without one, the other has no purpose. Together, they can move mountains. Apart, they are less.

"So, where should we sit?" Roxy asked. "Let's just find an empty compartment," I said, as I didn't want people staring at the new kids. "I am loving these robes!" Azure twirled, the black folds of cloth whipping around her ankles. "Evil skirts…" I trailed off, hating to wear a skirt underneath my robes, as was the uniform for girls. I was just going to burn them and wear jeans when I get there. "They're not that bad, oh, look! There's only one person in here!" Roxy cut off my rant of the evilness of skirts and dresses in general before I even started, looking into a compartment with one girl with silvery blond hair, wearing a necklac

I look to my friends as we head to Kings Cross for our first day at a magic school. This isn't new to us, the whole magic shtick, but all of us attending a school devoted to it, well, I just hoped this Dumbledore guy knew what he was getting into. "I needa some coffee, please, Chris, can I, huh, huh?" my caffeinated friend, Apollo, asked. I guess I should introduce myself; my name is Christina, though friends call me Chris. I'm a necromancer, which is a word that means 'brings dead things to life, summons dead stuff, affect ghosts, etc', which really creeps my werewolf friend Apollo out. He's afraid of dead things. I wonder why he's friends