Morning came way too quickly. I changed into my jeans, black boots, and into a rose patterned blouse and jean jacket. I willed my usual necklace to change into a green ribbon to tie around my neck French knot style.
Instead of coming to the Great Hall for breakfast, I went to our own common room. Beside my waterbed, there is a mountain of corals painted on the wall. If you push it slightly, it would open up to a hallway. Lit up by Greek fire, it leads to the common. The other demigods also have that in their room, and there is also an entrance in the school hallway on the third floor. I had met up with Percy on the way there.
The common room was exquisite, to say the least. There was a healthy sized hearth at the center, and there were sofas surrounding it with a table in front of it. Unlike my room, the common room has mahogany for its furniture. To the left were large windows that over look the lake. Hanging on the ceiling were banners of the major and minor gods. Like the one in the hallway, there were torches lit up by Greek fire in the common room.
"—girl was a demigod, daughter of Hecate but sadly she was a mortal," said Annabeth.
"Who's a demigod?" I asked.
"Oh hey, morning! How was your night?" She gave me a peace sign, while I nodded my head. Percy walked over to her and kissed her. Nico and Thalia made a gagging gesture and sound, as I roll my eyes.
"The rare one, peaceful and uneventful. Now what about some girl?"
"Luna Lovegood. She's in Ravenclaw. She kept talking about some nurgles and wrackspurts or something like that. She's a bit odd. I would say she's a mortal who could see through the mist."
"Did you check?" asked Thalia.
"No, not yet," she answered, and we gave her strange looks. Normally, if Annabeth sense someone was a demigod, she would test it out of that person is one.
"Who are you, and what have you done with Annabeth?" questioned Nico.
"I just met her, ok? Jeez, give me a break will you."
"Speaking of possible demigods, if it wasn't for the fact that all the demigod children of Lady Athena are afraid of the arachnids, I would say Hermione is one of her daughters," I added. "However, her friend Ron might have been one, if he was cut with my sword."
"What! Did you actually showed him your sword?" cried Annabeth.
"Not actually. You see, Ron is deathly afraid of spiders and is really good with strategic games, so I thought he was one. Yet, I doubted it since he doesn't even murmur Athena on him. But to be sure, I run Amaya across his shins sharply, and he didn't even feel a thing. And don't worry, I did it while he was busy stuffing his face with food." I wrinkle my nose in disgust, as I remembered the way he was eating. Definitely not Athena's son.
"Ok, seriously. Someone mixed up Ariana and Annabeth here," commented Nico.
My eye twitched. "Hey, Annabeth,"
"Yeah?"
"Can you help we with my target practice with knife-throwing?"
"Moving or still?"
I smirked. "Moving."
Annabeth and I shared a look of mischief and smiled like the Cheshire cat at Nico. He visible gulped. Someone from the back of the room said, "Whoa! Is it just me, or did the temperature dropped 20°F?" "Nah, it's just Nico being suicidal."
I lounged on the couch in front of the hearth. In the background, we can hear Nico struggling to get free from the knife that held him to the wall five feet from the ground. He would shadow travel his way out if he could, but he can't. You see he gave me a knife that would stop any person from shadow traveling as a Christmas present a few years back. I have no use for it right now, so I used it against him.
Then I had come to a realization. I shoot up straight and bolted for the door, ignoring the shouts of my friends and Nico's shout of "Get me down, Ariana!"
I ran outside to the lake. I stopped beside my Pegasus who was drinking water from it. "I'm so sorry, Levánta. I completely forgot. I hope you can forgive me," I continue to apologize for not being able to ride and groom her last night.
It is fine, my lady. Apology accepted. I understand that you were exhausted from yesterday's flight, she said. Are you ready for a flight, my lady, or do you still need more rest?
I smiled. "I'm ready to fly, Levánta."
I climbed on her and we took off. The school was amazing from an aerial view. I toured the school from the air and found out that they have an arena. Instead of the usual seats like you would find in a sports stadium in America, the seats were up high on rectangular posts. Three rings each held by a post were on both sides of the field. My guess would be is that flying was their sports, since the hoops on the rings were too high to be aimed and shoot at from the ground. Plus, I see no markings on the field itself.
Hm. Since they're not using the actual ground, we could use it as a training ground. I told Levánta my idea, and she seemed to think that it was a good idea.
We continue to fly for about half an hour to an hour. After flying, I groomed her for an hour. As a result, it had me running to class 10 minutes late.
My first class was amazingly pathetic, so pathetic that it mad me want to die and be on my way to the Underworld with the poor excuse of a professor, no pun intended. Now, usually I'm not one to skip a class or classes for that matter, but maybe, I could make an exception. You know what they always, there is an exception to every rule, or was it it's the exceptions that makes it into a rule? Oh, well.
My first class was History with Professor Binns who was a ghost. I was expecting something more interesting because it was history, and history is usually entertaining to learn more about. Well, in my opinion at least. You can guess how I thought of the class from the past few sentences. If not, well, I'll just flat out tell you. It. Was. Pathetically. Boring. Then I felt the anti-shadow-traveling knife reappeared inside boot. I smirked
The only thing that made my day was when Binns paled when he saw Nico walked in 20 minutes later than I did, glowering at me as he entered, and the teacher attempted to make the class better. I could tell, because the wizards looked at him funny and completely surprised. Somewhere towards the end of class I heard a student behind me say, "What do you think happened to Binns? He was not like this years ago. He used to be worse than this." And class was dismissed.
"I have to thank you, Nico, for making the class better," I said as we both walk down to Defense Against the Dark Arts. We have that class together.
"Better? I'd rather eat bowls of cereal for the rest of the year than be in that class again." He shuddered.
"Well, compared to the previous years, it seems better," I said.
"You've been here before?"
"No, but I heard the students behind say that he used to be worse than he was today."
"By the way, I still haven't forgiven you for pinning me on that wall."
I chuckled. "It took you approximately two hours to get down."
"The blade was eight inches deep into the wall!" I laughed loudly, getting looks from the nearby students.
Next was Potions. I would say it was about an 8 in my grading. It would have been a 10 if Professor Slughorn hadn't made a long speech. I wasn't really paying any attention to it, since my ADHD was acting up now with all the silence and stillness in the room. I walked over to the window and started leafing through the books that were stacked near it while pacing back and forth.
"Can you not stand still for a minute, Miss Jackson?" asked the Professor.
I stopped pacing, and the other students' attentions were on me. I smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Professor. The reason for my lack of stillness is my ADHD, sir."
"ADHD?"
"Yes. It stands for—"
"Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. It means that a person can't be still for more than a few minutes," interrupted Hermione. My eye twitched; she's worse than Annabeth. At least Annabeth knows when to keep her mouth shut.
"It runs in the family," I continue on, acting as if she never opened her mouth. When the Professor wasn't looking, I threw her a glare. I warned her to not interrupt me next time unless it's a life or death situation, or there will consequences.
"Ah, I see. What is that you have on your ear?
"This? Oh, it's an earphone attached to what muggles would call an iPod." I took my black one out and showed him. "It let's you listen to music and do other things. Here," I handed him one of the earplugs and told him to put it in his ear.
Delight filled his face. "Oh, this is delightful. Can the other students hear this too?"
"Sure." I took the earplug from his ear, unplug my iPod and hit play.
Surprise, amusement and curiosity lit up the others' faces. I saw Percy stifling a laugh. I raised my eyebrow in inquiry. Muggles? He mouthed.Shut up, Poodle Boy was my response. The first song was Call Me Maybe.
I chased a Sopophorus Bean around my cutting board with the blade of the knife. We were to make the Draught of the Living Death, which was difficult, because the first step was to cut three beans to extract the juice and put it in the cauldron. Who knew that doing such a simple task would be so difficult; I'm starting to really hate this bean. I finally caught it, but in the process of stopping it, I heard a noise similar to crushing something. I sighed, knowing that I had crushed the bean. I lifted the blade and saw a wine colored liquid running underneath jumping jellybean. Well, the liquid is thicker than wine. I had a hunch that the liquid was its juice.
"How did you that?" asked my brother.
"I crushed it," I answered, as I squeezed the bean empty of its juice.
"But it said to cut it," retorted a Slytherin who was also working in the same table as us. He was blond with pale grey eyes. I looked to Annabeth who shook her head negatively: not a son of Athena.
"Cutting it didn't work for me, so I tried a different method."
"Do you mind if I use yours?" asked Annabeth.
"Knock yourself out."
I continue to make the Draught while talking to Annabeth and Percy. For most of it, I let my instincts guide me, because it was telling me that some of the ingredients were off. Now, most people wouldn't do that and would follow instructions. But if you lived a life of a demigod, you learned to trust your instincts, because it saved your life numerous times. In the end, I ended up with a silvery-black potion.
Professor Slughorn came over to our table and tested each and every one of our Draughts of the Living Death potion. He told Annabeth, Percy and I that ours was perfect along with Harry. At the end of the class, he gave the four of us Felix Felices or the Liquid Luck.
We walked to our next class together: Percy, Annabeth, Nico, the Stoll brothers and me.
"How is it, that you three get the perfect potion while we can't?" asked Nico. As if on cue, we looked on the Stoll brothers. They were using magic to pull other students' pants down and changing their underwear to something embarrassing. "Well, more so of me than them." We shook our heads.
"Instincts. Being the children of Poseidon has its perks when it comes to mixing liquids," Percy replied.
Nico sighed. "So, what are you planning to do with your Liquid Luck or whatever?"
"I'm planning on saving mine for the future. With our luck, we're going to need it."
I apologized if you guys have already read this chapter before: I posted the wrong thing. I was debating which year (Umbridge or Slughorn) that this would take place in and I was writing down ideas for that. I must have uploaded the wrong version. Again, sorry. :( I welcome constructive criticism and reviews. No flamers please. I don't own Percy Jackson nor Harry Potter.