I have a good feeling about this story :) Big thanks to everyone who is supporting it, and please read the author's note at the bottom, as that it is quite important.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to the copyrights of Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus. And I most definitely do not own the idea of the OFU, I give complete credit to misscam, who owns all rights to this idea, with her original Official Fanfiction University of Middle-earth. Nor do I own any other series that I may or may not make reference to.

Chapter Two—Meet the Course Coordinator

It was an extra stormy day over Manhattan, which, of course, had absolutely nothing to do with the fictional projection of Olympus hovering over it and the mass chaos about to rain down upon it. But that really has nothing to do with anything, so why don't we get on with the real storyline.

Milo Flint ran down the halls of a temple-like building, papers flying out of her crowded arms. "Where is she?" the PPC agent muttered. She passed a boy, then skidded to a halt. "You—yeah, you. Will, right? Have you seen A.J.?"

"Um, my name is Lee. And who's A.J.?" the boy looked confused and irritated at the same time.

"A.J. Lease? Um, dark brown hair, glasses?"

"There's a lot of people with that description." Lee raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh," Milo shifted all of the paperwork to one arm and pulled an index card out of her pocket. "She's the, uh… rather serious, yet slightly crazy with a morbid sense of humor—" she read off the card before being cut off.

"Ah, the course coordinator." he guessed before she even finished.

"Yes. Now, have you seen her around or not?"

"No, I don't think I have. She's probably brooding in her office." he started walking away, then added: "Oh, and I think you forgot to add practically insane to the list."

"Yeah, her office… I should've checked there." then she looked down at the list. "Why isn't insane on here? Or is it the same thing as slightly crazy…? Oh well."

She continued on in a rushed manner until she found the office. Completely ignoring the BROODING—DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door, she barged in. "A.J.? You in here?"

The room was dark, with just a square of light from the hall shining in. "What did I tell you about walking in while I'm brooding?" a voice came from further into the room. A light was flipped on, revealing a high-backed, black leather chair turned around behind a desk, surrounded by mountains and mountains of paperwork and rather eerie decorations, fitting the course coordinator's new taste for the literary classics of Edgar Allen Poe.

"Um, but I have something really important to—"

"Answer my question!" the voice demanded.

"Um, well… you said that when that sign was on the door, I wasn't supposed to, er, disturb you?" Milo stammered.

"Correct. So, why did you disturb me?" it came imposingly.

"Well, I came here to tell you that the students will be here anytime."

"Really?" the voice picked up and the chair whirled around. "Spectacular! How much longer till their arrival?"

This mood swing took Milo aback. She was used to her best friend's strange actions, but this happy attitude towards the terrible fan writers surprised her. "B-but… I thought we needed all the time to prepare that we could get!" To make her point clearer, she dumped the pile of paperwork on the ground.

The course coordinator looked at the pile with distaste, but turned her attention back to Milo. "Yes, but the sooner they get here, the sooner we can get to, ah, teaching." A creepy smile twisted her lips.

"But A.J.—"

"Ah, no, what did I tell you about that?" A.J. cut in.

"About what?"

She sighed in exasperation. "The name! I told you, you are not to call me A.J. any longer! I am Ms. Harvest! Ms. Harvest. Got it memorized?"

"I'm pretty sure that catchphrase has a copyright on it… But anyways, uh, sure, Ms. Harvest. But why?" Milo asked.

"Well, it sounds more mysterious, of course!" the course coordinator exclaimed.

"Yeah, just about as mysterious as Percy's Achilles' spot." she muttered.

"Hey, don't you 'dis me. I'm the one who hired you as my secretary to rescue you from that branch of the PPC, and I can send you right back." Ms. Harvest threatened.

Milo winced at this. She had bad experiences at the Percy Jackson and the Olympians branch of the PPC, being ridiculed for missing a few mistakes on her first real job. Yes, she was now a real agent and she shouldn't have missed anything, but still, Milo was only a rookie. Her friend had taken the slightest pity on her and brought her to the university as a secretary. Not that that's a better job or anything.

"Okay…" Milo sighed. "Anyway, what reasons do the rest of us have for actually looking forward to the students' arrival?"

"Well… I don't know! But I'm sure Ares is looking forward to beating up some fanbrats—"

"He's actually not enjoying all of this work he has to do in order to prepare." Milo corrected.

"Well then, I'm sure Zeus can't wait for them to arrive so that he can smite them with lightning when they misbehave—"

"No, he's still very upset about having to house the students on his mountain. Not to mention his pride's been hurt since he lost that bet with Hades about who would have to look over the fanbrats."

"Well, we have the Underworld facility for those hopeless ones!" Ms. Harvest said hopefully. "And Aphrodite must be giddy about getting to mess with their emotions!"

"Nope, she doesn't want the students annoying her, and plus, five hours of her beauty sleep is being taken away each day because of the university." Milo countered.

Ms. Harvest now was frantically trying to figure out at least one upside as to why the students' arrival was a good thing. And so she resorted to her last chance. She cleared her throat and said in her most ominous voice: "Puny mortals, mindlessly writing badfic, the rage of the canon, shall be released upon that badfic. They shall torture the writers, merciless and angry, until all that's left is a bloody pulp. And when that time comes, we shall truly, finally be satisfied." Ms. Harvest looked proud of the analogy she had just made up off of the top of her head, but of course, Milo decided to ruin that too.

"Um, that's a good analogy and all, but it's for a completely different series. Don't you think you should get us in the mood for fanbrat bashing with an analogy pertaining to Percy Jackson?"

Ms. Harvest looked miffed, but she stayed silent as she tried to come up with something better. "Oh, I've got it! Here goes nothing." she held up a hand dramatically. "I think I feel a haiku coming on."

Milo shook her head at the fact that this was all her friend could think of, but at least it actually pertained to the proper series.

"Oh, stupid writers,
Writing terrible writings,
We shall teach them with pain."

Milo counted the syllables on her fingers, then shook her head. "Okay, whatever, but just to let you know, you're the only one who can't wait for their arrival."

"You think I don't know that?" Ms. Harvest sighed and sat down at her desk. "All this paperwork, I just want it to end all ready! Maybe once they get here, I can finally have something to do besides filing and correcting enrollments! And you would think that Ms. Huffernheimer would've volunteered to help me, but nooo, she's too busy getting ready to teach grammar—" the course coordinator went on in this fashion for a while, leaving her friend to just stand there awkwardly.

"I got recruited away from the PPC to help with this." Milo muttered to herself. "Yippee me."

In another part of the university, Caleb Lease, the course coordinator's younger brother, wandered about making sure everything was secure. A.J. had given him the job of "alert security," meaning that he wasn't exactly security, but he was head of those who alerted security when something was wrong—kind of like a hall monitor.

He was grumbling about how this was the only job his sister was willing to give him, and all he got as tools were a small knife and a flashlight. This job had been dull since the day he arrived at Olympus. Sure, he was on Olympus, and that was amazing and all, but nothing note worthy had been seen for his job to actually make sense to him—though he knew that would all change once the students arrived, of course.

Then something slightly covered by a plant caught his eye. His heartbeat sped up as he tried to figure out what it could be. Finally, something to report! His walkie-talkie was whipped out at once. "Lease to Security, we have a situation."

Milo felt her eyes start to droop as Ms. Harvest kept going on in a "woe is me" manner. "—and having to juggle between being course coordinator here and working over at the Kingdom Hearts academy branch is so straining. Why did I even take on this achievement?"

Relief finally came when the door burst open, and a very recognizable green-eyed boy stepped into the office.

"Um, sorry about ignoring the sign on the door, but the students are here." he said.

Ms. Harvest perked up, and smiled like a madman—or woman, or teenage girl, or whichever. "Fabulous!"

A/N: Now for the important note. I need your help as the readers. If you spot any misspelled names of the canon characters in any story that you read, would you please report them to me, as that this is vital to the story. Also, if you read any just plain horrific fics, could you PM me the link to them, because the more experience I have with badfic, the better I can write this story.

Also, enrollments are still wide open for anybody who would like to join. There is one note I would like to make on these things, though. You may fill the forms out however you like. The more variety of the kinds of people who join, the better. Want to be a satyr? Perfectly fine. And also, you do not have to fill these forms out according to how you look, it could be on how you want your character to look and act. And may I put in, this is not an RP. One more note on the enrollments, I will make you act like an incompetent crazy fanwriter, so you must be fine with that. Nothing personal.

I would like to say one more thing that people may discriminate me for. Okay, to that flame, yes, I know that I cannot fix the current state of the PJO archive, but if I can even help just a few people, I will feel that my job has been done. But that is not what I wanted to say, this is the main point: Please, please, please do not use vulgar language when reviewing and what not. Anonymous flamer, calling this writing what you called it was completely unnecessary. And it's not because I can't take a flame, but it's because of the word you used. You could've called it a piece of crap, and I would've been fine. But what you said was not called for. I hope I have made my point clear.

Gosh, this author's note is long. Please forgive me, I just needed to get these things out here. Please take this all into mind, and if you are going to enroll, please PM and do not put it in via review. Thanks.

~Ms. Harvest