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My name is Annabeth Chase. Many people know me as the official architect of Mount Olympus and now I'm know as professor Chase the new ancient arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now many of you must be thinking how this came to be, well it all started on an uneventful afternoon at camp when my mother, who happens to be Athena goddess of wisdom and war, decided to pay me a visit.

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"Mother what are you doing here" I said as I bowed before her. "Well Annabeth I have decided that you would be perfect to do something for me". "And what might that be?" I asked. "A couple of centuries ago Hecate blessed four mortals with the gift of magic. Now these mortals were to be called witches and wizards but things spiraled out of control and these mortals questioned Hecate and the gods thus losing their Greek heritage" she replied her voice lost in some distant memory. "Your quest is to go to the school these mortals created and reinstate that heritage" my mother said.

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So here I am standing in front of a huge castle that looks magnificent. The architectural design is so unique and captivating. I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't notice a man approach until he is beside me. "Beautiful isn't it" he says. I swear I jumped at least ten feet into the air. "I'm sorry I startled you, my name is Professor Albus Dumbledor and I am the headmaster of the school". His voice sounded so calm and soothing, yet his eyes portrayed a man who has fought many battles. "Hello professor my name is Annabeth Chase and I assume you already know what I am?" I said extending my hand towards his frail one. "Yes my dear I do know, well we should get going the sorting ceremony is about to begin".

As I entered the castle I saw ghosts flying in every direction. Nico will have a field day with this I thought. Dumbledor opened a huge set of doors that led to a gigantic hall which he called the great hall. Four tables lined the hall, each representing a house. Scarlet for Gryffindor, blue for Ravenclaw, yellow for Huffelpuff and green for Slytherine. As I took a seat at the staff table the students filed in. A stern looking woman led a bunch of terrified kids into the hall for the sorting, which thanks to my ADHD I zoned out of. Then Dumbledor did his speech and introduced me. "This year we have added new subject ancient arts in which you will be learning about Greek mythology and to teach this subject I will like you all to welcome Professor Annabeth Chase". The room broke out in applause just then I noticed a boy about 16 that looked strikingly like my seaweed brain.

My seaweed brain how I miss him right now! But don't tell him we don't want to inflate his already huge ego. After the feast Dumbledor showed me to my living quarters of course it had been designed especially to suit my needs i.e. training. I had little sleep that night as my mind wondered on how my first day as a teacher would be.

Morning came too soon for my liking, after a little training I went down for breakfast unaware my secrete could be thrown out of the water. As I entered every owl within the hall immediately bowed before me and called me "my lady". That was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Don't get me wrong I love owls since they are my mother's animal and symbol but it still feels weird. After many "thank you" and curious glances from students and teachers alike I was to teach my first class.

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