Hogwarts and Technology. What Could go wrong? (Edward Elric x Reader)

Blood?!

Ed's POV
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"Ow!!"
"YOU IDIOT!!" Winry screeched. "I WAS WORRIED! AND WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU DO TO MY AUTOMAIL?!" "Sheesh, gearhead, calm down? Who're these guys?" Said a dark-skinned girl with azure eyes similar to Winry's. "Roxy! Hey, meet Ed, Al, and Major Armstrong." "Pleasure. Roxanne Weasley, nice to meet you all." She's pretty, I thought. Although not so much as (y/n). Where some would panic and freak out at their own thoughts, I was able to shrug it off. It was obvious to any guy that they were good-looking, whether they liked the girls or not. I also realized that she spoke differently, with a sort of accent, and come to think of it, (y/n) also has the slightest accent in her voice, too. It was nice to hear them talk. "Ok, so what did you come here for?" (Y/n) said eagerly. "Well, my arm and leg got demolished while fighting Scar. Al got pretty beat up too." "Alrighty then! (y/n), go work with Ed, it'll only take a minute, just measure his real arm and leg and you'll be fine." "Will do!" (Y/n) said, a warm smile lighting up her face. As we walked over to the couch, (y/n) asked "So, when did this all happen?"
"Oh, about a week ago."
What confused me was that the moment I said this, stifled laughter came out of (y/n)'s mouth. "What's so... funny?" "Oh, it's nothing you have to worry about," (y/n) said grinning. "So for how long have you had this automail?" "Oh, this? I've had it for 3 years. It's become my trademark. I'm known as the Fullmetal Alchemist, maybe you've heard of me?" I said proudly. To my surprise, she said "Fullmetal.... Alchemist? Doesn't ring a bell." "What?! What do you mean by that? I'm famous! I'm the Hero of the-" anything else I would've said was cut off by (y/n)'s sudden laughter. It was sudden, abrupt, and ended pretty awkwardly. So awkwardly it made him smile. "I'm just kidding. I do know who you are, but you're not exactly famous where I'm from." "Really? Where are you from?" "Oh, it's pretty far off, you probably haven't heard of it." "Oh. Ok then." After that, silence. Silence in which I noticed (y/n) fidgeting with the pages of a book on the table, which I was sure hadn't been there when we first came. "What book is that?" I asked, but didn't expect such an enthusiastic reaction. "Oh! This? This is only one of THE best books EVER!! I mean, seriously, it deserves a place right next to The Diary of Anne Frank! It's called The Book Thief, and it's based on this orphan girl living in the middle of a war started by this fanatical leader that wanted all Jewish people dead. And the thing is that her foster parents are hiding a Jew in the basement! So she doesn't know how to read at first, but then her 'dad' of sorts teaches her how to read, starting with a grave-digger's instruction book that she stole the day her brother died. So then she develops a passion for books, so she starts stealing them! And the narrator is SO DAMN AWESOME, I mean he just sticks dark humor into every single tragedy and twists your heart and makes you think, it's wonderful!" By the end of this loud speech my eyes were wide open and I felt like I was deaf. I mean, she was right beside me! "O-okay, that's nice. I take it you love reading." "Yeah, actually, I do. It helps me get mymind off of things and relax." "Um.... No offense, but if it gets you so excited, how could you possibly relax?"

"Oh," (y/n) said, giggling a bit, "I guess I worded it wrong. It's more like... I can forget all my problems and get lost in the storyline." She said with a head-in-the-clouds-ish sort of look on her face. "So how long have you been staying here? And why Resembool, out of all places?" "Oh, ha, well, I was with Roxy and all, and then someone knocks us out from behind, and next thing I know, we've faceplanted on the grass. Pretty awk- urgh... w-would you excuse me for a sec? And don't-don't follow-" so she ran over to the bathroom and locked the door. Being the person I am, I followed her. I put my ear to the door and heard retching sounds and a few comments along the lines of "how convenient," and "son of a b****." After a while, I heard the retching stop, so I sat down facing the door so I wouldn't look like a stalker. The look on (y/n)'s face as she saw me was of total shock, and I instantly felt guilty, as if I had betrayed her. "I told you not to-" and once again, she ran off towards the toilet and the retching resumed

Only this time the door wasn't there to shield my eyes from the blood that exited her mouth.