A/N: Hello, readers! I hope you enjoyed chapter 1! The Harry Potter References are only temporary. Sorry, they are not a major component in this story. I only put them in here because I love Harry Potter. Anyways, here is the next chapter! (All references to Harry Potter are owned by the fabulous J.K. Rowling! Thank you for the amazing books!)

"Thank the Gods we are out of that class..." Kennedy sighed as her and Annabeth walked through the crowded halls towards their lockers. "Do you think we need our book for History?" Kennedy looked at Annabeth for an answer. "I have no idea." Annabeth shrugged. they opened their lockers which were coincidentally placed next to each other's. Annabeth's locker had a few photos of her and Percy together. one was from the beach. Him in his sea green swim trousers and her wearing a sea green two piece bathing suit. She smiled at that memory of them together.

The next picture was a picture of them on their first date. She had the waiter take the picture. They were at Madame M's Diner. She remembered it clearly because it was that same night that the ketchup exploded all over his shirt. She laughed when it happened. he blushed so much she thought he was going to explode.

Annabeth grabbed her textbook and closed her locker slowly. Kennedy looked over at her as she shut her locker too, carrying two books: her history book and her Trigonometry book. "You okay, Annie?"

"Huh? oh. yea, I'm fine. I'm just missing my seaweed brain..." Annabeth's voice trailed off. Kennedy nodded silently and smiled a little. "Call him tonight and ask if he could come up here this weekend." Annabeth smiled and nodded.

The warning bell sounded and Annabeth and Kennedy both made their way to Mr. Rickman's History class. "Time for Snape's class..." Kennedy whispered to Annabeth. Annabeth snickered as they both made their ways to their seats in the middle of the room.

The room was half full. Most of the students neither Kennedy nor Annabeth have ever even spoken to. On the opposite side of the room, lining the whole wall, was a book shelf filled with various books ranging from U.S. History to the Chinese Dynasties. Sitting on the top shelf all alone was a book with a very worn cover. Mr. Rickman has never let anyone touch it. Kennedy has never even seen it picked up by Mr. Rickman himself.

"HEY GUYS!" A voice called out from the back of the room. They both turned around and saw Chelsea. "CHELSEA!" Kennedy and Annabeth both exclaimed excitedly.

Chelsea made her way over and sat to the left of Kennedy. "I just transferred into this class." She smiled happily. "That's amazing! This class is going to be so much fun!" Kennedy giggled. Kennedy turned to Annabeth to say something but she was looking worriedly at her phone. "Annabeth, what's wrong?"

Annabeth shook her head. "I need to talk to you in private." Kennedy nodded just as the bell rang. Everyone quieted immediately just as a man with black hair down to just about his shoulders wearing black jeans and a black turtle neck walked in. "Everyone take out your books." Mr. Rickman said in his usual nasally voice, walking up to the chalkboard and picking up a used piece of chalk and writing the number "1859" on the board.

Chelsea raised her hand. "Mr. Rickman, I just switched in here."

Mr. Rickman stopped writing and slowly turned to her. He shrugged and said casually, "Your point is...?"

Chelsea lowered her hand and said matter-of-factly, "Well, I do not have a book." Mr. Rickman just stared at her nonchalantly.

Chelsea's bubby and happy demeanor seemed to melt away quickly as her face started to turn red. Mr. Rickman curled his lips in a sneer and he said in a slow, drawling tone, "Get a book from the back and hurry up. We haven't got all day." He turned around and continued to write on the board. Chelsea returned to her seat just as he began speaking. "1859. Can anyone tell me why that year is important?" Nobody raised their hand. "Has nobody been paying attention in class?" How about you?" He slowly walked up to where Chelsea was sitting.

Chelsea looked terrified. Her eyes looked like the kind deer had when headlights hit them. "umm... the civil war...?" Chelsea panicked a little.

Mr. Rickman sighed and turned around, walking back to the board. "No, The Civil war came later. 5 points from the Red Team." Everyone groaned and whispered insults. "You can thank your new student later. Everyone open your books to page 394 and read the section about John Brown's raid. Please get with the program, Ms. Chelsea." Mr. Rickman walked to his desk and sat down, flipping over a huge hourglass. "You have ten minutes to read. Do not disturb me."

Kennedy leaned over towards Chelsea after making sure Mr. Rickman wasn't paying attention and whispered, "He is always like this, don't feel discouraged." Chelsea smiled a little and whispered back, "He is terrifying..." Kennedy smiled and then looked over to Mr. Rickman's desk and saw he wasn't there.

Thump! Mr. Rickman hit them both over the head with a stack of papers. "Kennedy, Chelsea seems to have enough trouble focusing. Don't add to her incapabilities." Two boys in the back were snickering and Mr. Rickman walked back to them. "Enjoying ourselves, are we?" They quickly stopped laughing. "Uh, yes sir... I mean no sir." Mr Rickman sneered, "See me after class. Or shall I send your father a letter?" The first boy's face went red, a complete contrast to his platinum blonde hair. "I didn't think so. Ten points from Green Team. Any objections? No? Back to work." Mr. Rickman walked to the board and updated the scores. When he was finished, he glanced at the hourglass. Seeing it almost empty, he grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote the homework on the board. "Tomorrow, we have a test. Study or you will fail."

Annabeth raised her hand. "Yes, Ms. Chase?" Mr. Rickman asked, his voice giving away his boredom. "Sir, may I use the restroom?"

Mr. Rickman sighed. "Hurry up, We only have so long to live." Kennedy raised her hand. Mr. Rickman motioned her to go, too.

Both Kennedy and Annabeth walked out together. "What did you need to tell me?" Kennedy asked. Annabeth motioned for her to keep quiet as they walked by Mrs. Dolores's room. They both heard her shout, "I WILL HAVE ORDER!" as kids were hollering and shouting. a ball of paper hit the window in the door and a trash can flew across the room, hitting Mrs. Dolores in the head. Annabeth and Kennedy stopped to watch as she came running out, two ginger haired kids following her with dragon kites flying behind them. One short kid came running behind them shouting, "Go Weasleys!"

Annabeth and Kennedy laughed and turned around, walking down the hall. "okay, so," Annabeth sighed, stopping her laugh. "Chiron sent me more of the prophecy." She looked at Kennedy. "From the sound of it, it isn't good."