Fate is Just a Four-Letter Word
A/N: This could be counted as a set of one-shots or a multi-chapter with no plot. Just a little shout-out to two kids in my French class who inspired me to write this.
Disclaimer: What on earth could possibly make you think I am Rick Riordan?
Monster Class
Emily glared at the son of Mercury beside her. He was laughing at something Harry (his half-brother) had said, and his laugh was really annoying. She ground her teeth, trying to concentrate. Laura Wilcox, a centurion, was lecturing the second- and third- cohorts on the habits of Cyclopes, but the laughing made it impossible for her to concentrate. Even worse, Laura was turning a blind eye. Emily didn't know why; they weren't exactly being inconspicuous. Two seats down, Holly sent her a pitying glance.
"Feel sorry for you," the blonde whispered, leaning back to speak over Oliver (son of Ceres)'s head. Emily leaned back too to whisper to her best friend.
"I know," she said with a sigh. "I swear, he drives me insane! Always laughing about stuff- and so annoying, too! Besides, he has a big nose." Holly laughed and the two girls turned their attention back to the front. Laura had moved on from Cyclopes to Telkhines. Styx! she thought angrily. I didn't hear a word she said!
"Hey, Emily," he called, nudging her in the ribs. She sent him a glare and turned her attention back to Laura. However, he continued to elbow her. She sighed, unable to concentrate, and turned to face him.
"What is it?" she hissed. He raised his eyebrows at Harry, who made an "ooh!" sound. She rolled her eyes. Boys! Why can't they ever be- I dunno- sensible, or easy to figure out? Boys were far too simple, it made everything complicated. Plus, they didn't know when to shut up. Or maybe that was just annoying sons of Mercury...
"What'd she say about Cyclopes?" he asked her. She stared at him angrily, before turning her back. He began nudging her again. "Emily. Emily. Emily." She rolled her eyes and ignored him, managing to jot some things down about Hyperboreans despite the constant interruptions. In the end, she heard him turn around and ask Sophie, a daughter of Fortuna, the answer. Emily listened in, jotting down what the other girl said, and managing to catch up with the lesson.
"You need to copy my notes?" Holly asked, holding them up. Her voice was barely above a whisper. She shook her head, pointing to Sophie and holding up her own page of neatly-written notes.
"No thanks," she whispered back, "I'm good."
From the front of the room, Laura Wilcox sent them a glare. "Girls, be quiet; you're disrupting the lesson!" The two girls exchanged baffled glances. We're interrupting the lesson? Emily thought, What about them? However, when she turned back to the boys, they were quietly taking the notes, as if they had been all lesson.
A/N: I quite enjoyed writing this. Next chapter: deathball.