Leo's P.O.V.
I walked through the courtyard, towards the HUGE castle that awaited me. Someone tripped me, while I was walking as fast as I could with about 2 MILLION books in my arms. My books went flying. Huh...that's usually what the words do when I try to read, not the books. Unless, of course, I throw the book across the room in frustration.
"Hey!" I yelled.
"Haha! New kid, huh? So stupid...And he looks like he's as poor as Weasel!" The dumb, obnoxious kid said. Yeah, he's dumb, NOT me!
"Really? I'm stupid? Then what are your friends?"
"Uh..."
"HA! Caught you! You're about as dumb as a pigeon!"
"Pigeons are very smart, thank you very much."
"Oh, yeah? Then why do they get hit by planes?"
"Ugh..." He decided to leave. As in, leave my freaking victory party! Haha...he lost the fight!
Anyway, here's a little bit about me: I am Leo Valdez. I am a son of Hephaestus. (I'm not lying! I swear on the River Styx!) And the building I'm about to walk into is called Hogwarts. I know! Not a very flattering name, huh? Well, Chiron made me go here. I don't know why, he just said a friend of his wanted to meet me.
I know what you're thinking: I'm freaking awesome! Well, not really...
So, I walked into the colossal castle, and walked to the headmaster's office.
"Ah...you must be Leo Valdez! Nice to meet you." He exclaimed joyfully.
"Nice to meet you...sir."
"Oh...my name is Dumbledore. I understand that Chiron sent you, as my orders said?"
"Yeah! So, you're Chiron's friend, right?"
"Correct. And if that clock's correct, we need to go to the sorting!"
"The...whaaaa?"
He didn't answer, but I followed him anyway. He told me to go up to this stage thing, and...well...just stand there. At least, until they called my name.
A hat was brought out. It looked very old, very dirty, and very much not like something I would want to put on my head.
It called out gibberish. Like: Gryffindor, Slytherin, etc... every time they put it on someone's head.
Then they called me. I came forth, and sat down. They placed the hat on my head like it was a freaking 8 ft. long jewel. Very carefully...like it wasn't a million bazillion years old.
Then it talked in my head. This was very...awkward...
Ah...yes...nice mind you got here...
What?
Although...it's a little hot in here...
What in the name of Hades are you talking about?
Wait a minute...it's TOO hot in here! Geez...there's a fire...
Then, to my absolute horror, it started talking. Yes. Talking.
"Oh no...GET ME OFF! THERE'S A FIRE!"
They took the quite possibly revolting hat off my head. Everybody was staring. Then the stupid hat yelled out gibberish again: "GRYFFINDOR!"
Nobody moved. Nobody said a word. They just stared. I felt uncomfortable. On SO many levels...
I quietly walked over to the so called 'Gryffindor' table. Everybody was whispering. Like they were afraid I'd hear.
Then, one girl with brown SUPER curly hair, and brown eyes said, "Hi! I'm Hermione! You're...Leo, right?"
"Yep. As far as I can tell, at least..."
She laughed, and I realized she was sitting across from me. "So, why exactly did the hat say there was a fire?"
"I have no earthly idea..." I lied. BIG time...
"Hm...Anyway, this is Harry," she pointed to a black haired, green eyed boy with a intersting scar on his forhead. "And this is Ron," she said, pointing to a tall, fire-haired boy. Not that I should be the one to talk. I'm a fire USER!
"Hi!" I nearly shouted.
"Hello..." the 'Harry' boy said.
He seemed to be whispering to that 'Ron' guy...I wonder what they were talking about...