A/N: forgot this in the other chapters - disclaimer: I wish I owned the Percy Jackson books, and ll of the wizarding world that J.K. Rowling has made for us, but I don't. Until I am rich enough to buy them, they remain under Riordan's and Rowling's ownership. Same with the songs mentioned, and the book mentioned.
Soon the train arrived at Hogsmeade station, and everyone got off the train. Over everyone's voices, Crystal heard a booming voice yelling "Firs' years o'er 'ere!" She made her way over to the source of the noise and saw a mountain of a man. Along the way she felt a few people staring at her clothing.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she shouted at the offending people.
As soon as the people stopped looking at her so obviously, she turned her attention back towards the behemoth. For a second she thought that he could be a Cyclops, but even when she looked as hard as she could, he still had two eyes. After confirming that he was in fact, not a monster, she went up to him and tapped his elbow.
"Excuse me?" The man looked down at her with his shiny beetle black eyes.
"Yes, miss?" his voice was quite loud. It appeared to come from somewhere within the large furry mass on his face.
"My friends just transferred here from a different school, and I was wondering if they should come with us first years, or should they go with the other students."
"Oh, righ', Professor McGonagall tol' me ta tell them to come wit' the firs' years."
"Okee dokee artichokee!" Crystal skipped over to the sons of Hermes and poked their shoulders simultaneously.
"Come on guys, you're coming with me." With Crystal dragging them by their elbows, they followed the flow of first years to boats without any paddles. The Stolls looked into the water to see if there were any water nymphs, but were instead greeted by the sight of their slightly uglier, and occasionally violent, cousins, the Merpeople.
As soon as Crystal, Travis, Connor, and another first year got in the boat, it took off. There were three other boats in front of them, but they were only distinguishable by the lights in their bow.
The fog that had built up around the boats suddenly departed, and the first years and the Stolls stared in awe at the castle before them.
The castle was larger than Olympus (Not really, but it was huge). Bright dots of light came from all of the windows. The whole castle rested atop a large cliff face that had to be over a hundred feet high.
The boats passed through a curtain of ivy that obscured a tunnel in the cliff face. At the end of the dark entrance was an underground harbor.
The boats came to a slightly jerky stop on the pebble shore.
When Connor stepped out of the boat he tripped on the rocky floor, and in the process he knocked over Crystal and Travis.
"Get off, you big Klutz!" Crystal half-yelled under the weight of Connor. "You weigh as much as a sumo wrestler!"
"How do you think I feel?" Travis had the weight of both Crystal and Connor on him, and it was not the best feeling.
Connor rolled off Crystal so that she could get up and off of Travis. Finally back on her feet, Crystal offered both her hands to pull up the boys. Travis and Connor sprung up and brushed themselves off before wrapping their arms around Crystal's shoulders.
They quickly caught up with the group of first years and started going up to the Hogwarts castle. It took them a while, but finally they made it up the long, stone, staircase.
They crossed the courtyard and came to a stop at a huge set of wooden doors. As soon as they stopped at the grand entrance The large man knocked on the castle door three times. The heavy doors opened at once to reveal a witch with black hair in emerald green robes. Her face was very stern and seemed to show that she was not one to cross.
Hagrid stepped forward. "The firs' years, Professor McGonagall."
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She opened the door even more to allow room for the new students to enter the castle. Once the first years, Travis, and Connor had made it in they saw just how large only a portion of the school was. You could easily fit Zeus and Hera's cabins in the entrance hall. Of course, Crystal had seen the Olympian's throne room once, so it was a little less impressive.
McGonagall led them past the lit torches with no visible source of energy. Off to the right, through a wooden door, the voices of the older students could be heard. The group was showed into a small, empty chamber of the hall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said the person, whom Crystal assumed was professor McGonagall after the large man named Hagrid called her that. "The start of the term banquet will begin shortly," Crystal's stomach rumbled at the thought of food. Connor and Travis must have heard, because they nodded their heads in sort of an agreement to the stomach's statement. "but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your house. The sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts." Travis, Connor, and Crystal knew the feeling. The already had to live with the Hermes cabin twenty four seven, and they had gotten very, very close. "You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house had its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points." This faintly reminded Crystal of cabin cleanup, and how the Hermes cabin barely ever won with the mess that made and failed to clean up. "At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes darted to a few people. Then they landed on Crystal. She immediately walked over to her.
"I believe that your clothes violate most if the uniform rules that we have here, Miss..."
"Havenough, ma'am. And I you are mistaken, ma'am. They are in accordance with every rule. My sweater is gray, and it will change to my house colors; my collar has no spikes, only studs; my shirt is a long sleeve, white, button down shirt; my shoes are black, and you have no rules on height; I have a form of tie, in the shape of a bowtie; I have black, Hogwarts robes, they will also change to my house colors, they are just shortened for easier movement; and my skirt is one inch above the knee. If you think that my shirt is too tight, I can easily fix it." Crystal pulled out her wand, said a charm that she had invented on the train. The peplum layer in her skirt grew until it reached the hem of the under skirt, and it added a pocket to each of the sides.
"That is quite an impressive a argument, miss Havenough, though I do have to request that you use less decoration on the collar of your shirt. You make keep a small amount on the tips, but no more." Professor McGonagall was stunned by how the young student has managed to make a convincing argument that was enough to sway an adult's opinion.
"Yes ma'am, will do." Crystal them returned to her older friends and they stared at her in awe for outwitting an adult.
"I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly." As soon as McGonagall left the room, the nervous chatter restarted.
Crystal had heard several people talking about being sorted into some kind of house. One boy had said something about the test being painful. Everyone around her got nervous , except for a girl with very bushy hair and the Stolls.
"These people aren't thinking enough." Crystal sighed. They all thought that there was going to be done sort of test based on the performance of a spell, or something of the sort. "The teachers know that almost no-one knows spells. I also can't help but think that this is like a personality test. All of the greasy haired, mean looking one are hoping to get into a house called Slytherin. The smarter ones look like they are hoping for Ravenclaw. Obviously it means that there are different personalities for each house. They are not going to base it on knowing something or failing miserably." The Stolls looked at Crystal with like of confusion.
"Are you sure you aren't a daughter of-" Connor elbowed his brother, saving them from suspicion that would come from what Travis was about to say.
"Nikola Tesla?" Crystal glared at them and shook her head. They were basically saying I was the daughter of Athena without mentioning her name; Nikola Tesla was her son, after all.
"Just because someone is smart doesn't mean that-"
Out of the blue several people screamed. The Stolls and Crystal looked to the people who had screamed and followed their lines of vision. When they saw the ghosts floating by the wall they let out their own gasps, but not for the same reason as the others.
Crystal was about to yell out 'Why hasn't Thanatos come for you yet?' but she caught herself. Chiron didn't want people to know of her, Travis, and Connor being demigods because it could threaten their safety, and it could bring up some unwanted attention from the wrong people.
"Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost- I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered. It would have been a perfect moment to bring in crickets.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, who had a grin spread across his face as he looked at all of the students. "About to be sorted, I suppose?"
Several people nodded, but did not respond in any other way.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house you know."
"Move along now," said the sharp voice of Professor McGonagall. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." The ghosts all floated along eventually, and disappeared through another wall.
"Now form a line, and follow me." Crystal nervously tapped her collar bone out of habit. Her old Integrative Public Speaking teacher had told all of the students that it would help calm you down before a performance. Unfortunately, it did little to calm down the butterflies flapping around in Crystal's stomach.
Once all of the new students had formed a semblance of a line, they all filed into the Great Hall.
Many students let out gasps as they took in the large room. The ceiling looked to be enchanted, as it showed the night sky as it was outside. Thousands of candles floated in midair over four long tables which seated the rest of the student body. On the tables were plates and goblets made of glittering gold. Along the front of the hall was another long table where all of the teachers were sitting. The line of first years and the Stoll brothers were lined up so that they were facing the rest of the students and had the teachers at their back. Crystal caught a few people staring at her and her odd ensemble of clothing. Immediately she straightened up because she wanted to look her best. A few glances were sent the Stolls way too because they were obviously too old to be in their first year. The combination of their above average height, the lack of plumpness in their faces, and their large amounts muscle gave it away. The people looking at Crystal were either guys admiring her, or girls looking at her with envy. The girls in the room looked at the brothers like they were Justin Timberlake and Jesse McCartny. Crystal caught two or three guys looking at them in the same way as the girls.
Crystal, Travis, and Connor heard a girl whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read it in Hogwarts, A History." The daughter of Hecate and the sons of Hermes rolled their eyes. Even they could tell it was bewitched without reading a book about it; all of the stars were in the right place for the season and time. There were also the same clouds on the ceiling that they had seen allowing in the distance.
All of the students in the Great Hall looked to Professor McGonagall as she silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the new students. On top of the old stool she placed an even older hat. It was patched, fraying, and covered in dirt.
While the rest of the students looked at it to try and figure out the test, Crystal just smirked. Obviously the hat would read their minds to determine their best traits and what house they would be best suited for. She knew this because she had recently had a dream of her wearing the hideous hat which was talking to her in both her mind and out loud.
Suddenly a rip near the bottom of the hat opened up and started to sing.
Crystal zoned out because in her dream the hat had sung the exact same song. She had memorized the whole song because of her near perfect memory. That, and her ADHD medicine that she had taken all that she wouldn't be annoying on the train was wearing off, causing her to lose concentration.
She focused again when she heard the sound of the whole hall breaking out in applause. The hat bowed to the four tables n before it returned to its original position.
Professor McGonagall stepped forward again, this time holding a long scroll.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted. Abott, Hannah!"
A girl who was red in the face and had blonde pigtails stumbled or if the line, out on the old hat, which fell down past her eyes, and sat down.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted after a moment's pause. The colors on her uniform changed from only gray, to having yellow and black stripes.
The table on the right clapped and created as Hannah went to join them. The ghost of the Fat Friar waved enthusiastically at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The ceremony went on, and Crystal tried to listen so that she could learn people's names. She was paying so much attention to the other students that she jumped a little when her name was called.
"Havenough, Crystal!" She had always wanted to do it, so as she walked up to the stool and the hat perched on top of it, she waved her hand like a princess would as she walked with swift movements. She received a few chuckles. Before she sat down she did the "rock on" symbol and stuck out her tongue like the guy in the band 'Kiss'. This time she got much more laughter, and a few people did the hand gesture back, too.
She picked up the hat and plopped it down on the top of her head. As soon as her butt touched the stool the hat started talking. Unlike the other students, she wasn't shocked when it started talking in her mind, as she had already experienced it in a dream
'Ah, so many qualities. Very loyal, a quality of the Hufflepuffs. Quite intelligent too, you could do quite well in Ravenclaw, but you do not have the urge to learn more, you learn whatever comes your way. You have much power, which is suitable for Slytherin. But, all of this courage, bravery, your need to protect others. I know what house you belong in-'
"GRYFFINDOR!"
An explosion of cheering came from the table of Gryffindors. Crystal hopped up and placed the hat back on the stool. She did an over dramatic bow like men ballerinas do. She spread out her arms, placed a pointed foot in front of her, and leaned towards the floor. Her head almost touched her knee before she stood back up and skipped over to the table of her house mates. A chorus of laughter followed her all the way there.
When a boy named Harry Potter was called up to be sorted the whole hall broke out in whispers. Crystal noted that the boy with black hair and glasses seemed really nervous. When he sat down and put on the hat it dropped over his eyes. It took a little while before the hat determined which house he would be in.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table broke out into the loudest round of cheers yet. He walked shakily over to the table and found a seat next to Crystal after his hand was shaken by Percy Weasley.
The Weasley twins insisted on yelling, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"
Soon after, Connor Stoll was called up. McGonagall briefly explained that he and his brother would be in their third year after transferring from Ludose Academy for Witches and Wizards.
Connor walked to the stool while sporting the double peace sign hands in the air thing that some of the presidents had done in the past. This too, got laughter, even from the people who had no idea what the reference was from. He took his seat and put on the hat. It took a moment to think, which gave Travis enough time to sneak up behind his brother.
After the sorting hat shouted Gryffindor, Connor went to take off the hat; but before he reached the hat, his brother grabbed his shoulders and yelled, "BOO!"
Connor jumped about five feet in the air and landed on his butt on the store floor.
"Gods! What the-"
"Stoll, Travis!" McGonagall shouted before Connor had time to say what he was going to say. It wasn't needed because Connor was going to say "Hades", but she didn't know that.
Travis plucked the hat off of his brother head.
"Move along, little brother, you're blocking the people's view." Connor glared at his brother playfully before going to sit next to Crystal.
Travis was also sorted into Gryffindor. He stood up and held the hat in his hand.
"I would like to thank the academy! I know if my mother was here, she would be proud. You too, dad! This is just such an honor! Many thanks to you too, professor!" He pointed to McGonagall and winked. The woman shot him a look, and he quickly placed the hat back on the stool and skipped over to the table in the same fashion that Crystal had. He earned as much laughter as both Connor and Crystal had, maybe even a little more.
To Crystal's right she heard someone say, "Great, another set of twins like the Weasleys." The three demigods stifled laughter at her remark. The Stolls weren't even twins. She was in for a treat if she thought of Fred and George like this.
The line soon dwindled down, and only Ron and another boy were left. The red head looked slightly green as he made his way to the stool. He put on the hat, and a second later it shouted, "Gryffindor".
The Stolls did their New York cab whistles, which sounded above the rest of the cheering.
Crystal's stomach rumbled again.
"My stomach is eating itself. I think this could be an issue." Travis and Connor let out small laughs.
Up in front of the students, the elderly man, who appeared to be the head of the school, stood up. He smiled at all of the students, he seemed very happy to be there with all of his students.
"Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you!"
He sat back down and everybody clapped and cheered louder than the Gryffindors had for Harry.
"Is he- a bit mad?" Harry asked Percy cautiously.
"Mad?" said Percy lightly. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"
At the mention of food Crystal looked down at the table, and with a shock noticed that a whole feast had appeared. She and the Stolls piled large amounts of food into their plate
"Wait!" Crystal stopped the twins from eating their food half-way to their mouths. "Something doesn't feel right. Ah, yes!" She picked up her plate and goblet and started walking up to the head table. Travis and Connor realised their mistake and got up with their plates and goblets to follow Crystal.
Some people looked up to the head table with confusion when three of the new kids went and stood in front of Professor Dumbledore.
"Excuse me, sir?" Dumbledore looked up to the trio that stood before him.
"Ah, you must be the students my dear old friend told me about. Yes, he told me of your, let's call it religion. I have a brazier set up right over there." The old man with the half-moon glasses pointed to his left, and the demigods saw a fire pit roar to life.
"Thanks, professor!" She smiled at him and the Stolls gave him a curt nod of the head. Crystal, Travis, and Connor all walked over to the orange flames, completely aware of the stares they were getting, and scraped in the best part of their meal.
Walking back to their seats, they heard a few people whispering. The demigods did not bother to stop them; they could think whatever they wanted. When they sat down, the conversation became louder once again.
Quickly, Crystal, Travis, and Connor started to eat their food. When they looked up to take a breather, they saw the shocked faces of Ron, Harry, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan.
"Whatja go wasting all that food for?" asked Ron with his mouth slightly agape.
"And it was the best part too!" Dean said with a little less shock.
"We would have gladly accepted it!" Seamus looked mortified.
"It's kinda our religion," Crystal said with an annoyed tone. The four boys' faces filled with embarrassment.
"We sacrifice the best of our food for our gods." Travis added.
"We do it before every meal." after Connor said this, several questions dropped from people's faces. Their area of the table was soon full of awkward silence.
"That sure does look good," said the ghost in the ruff, breaking the silence.
"Can't you-?"
"I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years. I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower." Crystal avoided talking to him; she didn't want to be held accountable for allowing a ghost to roam around. Death by Death would not be very fun. Apparently the Stolls had the same idea, because they remained silent.
"I know who you are!" Ron said through a mouthful of food. He swallowed before continuing. "My brothers told me about you- you're Nearly Headless Nick!" Crystal wanted to smack her forehead. No one would want to be called that, not even a ghost.
"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-" the ghost began with irritation in his voice, but Seamus interrupted.
"Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?"
Sir Nicholas looked with annoyance at the sandy-haired boy. Obviously the conversation was heading in the direction that he didn't want to go.
"Like this,"he said. He grabbed a hold on his left ear and abruptly yanked on it. His entire had fell of his neck, but it stayed attached by a small piece of skin. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but it hadn't gone perfectly.
While Crystal, Travis, and Connor's face remained emotionless, other people were stunned. Sir Nicholas looked pleased at the stunned looks, so he flipped his head back into his neck and coughed.
"So- New Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row!"
Crystal stopped focusing on the ghost and returned to eating her battered fish. Travis and Connor decided to do the same.
A little while later their food disappeared, and dessert took its place. Crystal's eyes widened at the sight of all the sugar. Usually she was hyper, but add sugar, and she was off the walls.
The other first years started talking about their families. After Neville explained the whole almost being a squib thing, Crystal jumped in.
"My grandpa was a wizard, and my dad was a squib, but really I'm like a three quarter blood, because my mom's a pureblooded witch, so I think that's how it works, right, yeah, I think so. Her, have you tried the rainbow jello, it is sooooo good, I wish I could have a bath in jello, except it would be hard to move, unless they were cubes, then you could move. Then you could hire a Pegasus butler to bring you endless supplies of lollipops and coca-cola. You'd be set for life! You know, we should all do that, let's all get Pegasus butlers that come bearing coke, then we could ride them into battle and serve it to all of the thirsty warriors so they wouldn't have to drink that nasty Pepsi, or off-brand cola! Then we would win because of our awesome coke powers!" She said this so fast that Neville, Seamus, and Ron barely had time to process what she was saying.
"Crystal, exactly how much sugar have you had?" Travis looked at her with a raised eyebrow
"Um, I had three glasses of coke, two bowls of ice cream, a bowl of jello, 10 eclairs, and 23 strawberries covered in sugar." She finished saying that within 4 seconds, all while bouncing up and down in her seat.
"You know that Chiron doesn't let you have sugar at camp for exactly this reason," Connor said, shaking his head. Even when he had a lot of sugar, he was never as hyper as Crystal had become.
"Nah, this isn't the sugar, it's just the ADD needs wearing off, no big deal," Crystal said, though it was obvious that the sugar was to blame.
"Yeah, sure."
"Anyways, back to our previous conversation, what were we talking about?"
Ron, Seamus, and, Neville still had on looks of confusion.
"I dunno, you tell me," Ron said honestly. He had no idea what she was talking about before because it was all just too confusing.
By the time Dumbledore had finally got up to speak again, Travis and Connor had migrated over to where Fred and George were, and Crystal had moved over to annoy Hermione and Percy.
"Ahem- just a few more words more that we are all fed and watered. I have just a few start-of-term noticed to give.
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's eyes quickly looked in the direction of the Weasley twins.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch tryouts will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridors on the right-hand side is our of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Very few people laughed.
"He's not serious?" Harry asked Percy in a whisper.
"Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives is a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere - the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."
"And before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" Dumbledore flicked his wand, and out came a long golden ribbon. It twisted itself into words above all of the tables.
"Everyone pick your favorite tune," said Dumbledore. Crystal picked the tune of "Puff the Magic Dragon". "and off we go!"
And the school bellowed:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
teach us something please,
whether we be old and bald
or young with scabby knees,
our heads could do with filling
with some interesting stuff,
for now they're bare and full of air,
dead flies and bits of fluff,
so teach us things worth knowing,
bring back what we've forgot,
just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."
Everybody finished at different times and in different notes. At last only the Weasley twins and the Stoll brothers were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand like Crystal had learned in third grade, and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped the loudest. Crystal did the loudest and longest whistle she could before clapping like a maniac.
"Ah, music," he said whilst wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!" Crystal took him literally and began to trot like a house after Percy, who had the duty of leading all first year Gryffindors to the tower.
They walked for quite some time until the came to a sudden stop. Floating in the air was a bundle of walking sticks which were thrown at Percy when he took a step forward.
"Peeves," Percy whispered. "A poltergeist." He spoke louder, "Peeves- show yourself."
A noise that sounded like the air being let out of a wet balloon answered.
"Do you want me to get the Bloody Baron?"
There was a pop, and a short man with mischievous, dark eyes and a wide mouth forming a grin appeared. He floated mid air with his legs crossed. In his hand he held the bundle of walking sticks.
"Oooooooh!" He cackled evilly. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!"
Crystal rolled her eyes. This man was doing nothing compared to some of the bothersome monsters and monster-like campers that she had met.
He swooped suddenly at them, and everyone ducked; that is everyone except for Crystal, Travis, and Connor. Crystal stood right in his path, and when he was right in front of her, she balled up her fist and punched him right in the nose. He let out a muffled yell and clenched his nose.
When he recovered from the shock of being hit by a girl in her first year, he resumed throwing canes, though this time he mainly aimed at the three half-bloods.
"Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!"
Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished, dropping the canes right on the head of a boy who had lost his toad earlier, Neville. They all listened as he zoomed away, rattling the coats of armor that he passed.
"You want to watch out for Peeves," Percy advised the now wary group of students. They all set off again, at a walking pace. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can control him, he won't even listen to us prefects." Obviously this guy had some issues with his ego, because he seemed to make prefects sound greater than any man who had ever lived. "Here we are."
At the end of the long hallway hung a very large portrait of an equally large woman in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she said.
"Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the enormous portrait swung open to reveal a circular hole in the wall. They all were ushered trough it and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of comfy looking armchairs.
"Guys," Crystal whispered, "This place is nicer than Zeus' cabin, and any child of Hypnos would fall asleep in shock at the sight of these chairs and fires." Travis and Connor let loose a bit of laughter.
"I think that I might join them," Connor said back, but louder.
"I am certainly as tired as one," said Travis after letting out a loud yawn.
"I guess we should go to bed, I want to be awake for my classes tomorrow. I will see you in the morning. Goodnight." Crystal gave them each a hug, before heading towards the staircase that Percy said was to the Girls' dormitories.
"Goodnight," the Stolls simultaneously called after her before heading up to the third year's floor of the boys' dormitories.
Crystal opened the door to her room and saw the other girls from the sorting already in bed. One girl, whom she recognized was Hermione Granger, was reading a massive novel. Lavender Brown had fallen asleep while trying to read a book, so it was smashed awkwardly against her face. The rest of the girls were trying to fall asleep in the foreign place.
Then Crystal took the time to look at the room. It was circular, and it held six large, mahogany beds. The plush bed covers were scarlet red, and under them were stark white sheets. There were curtains hanging from the frames of the beds for privacy, a luxury that the Hermes cabin did not have. At the end of each bed was a trunk for their own items. There was also a chest of drawers with a mirror attached to it for each girl.
There were three large windows throughout the room, but only one of them was a bay window.
All of this was much nicer than Crystal's previous living quarters. She had her own personal space, an actual bed that looked quite comfy, privacy, and space to move around in where you didn't have to worry about tripping over another demigod's head.
'I could definitely get used to this,' thought Crystal. Quietly she moved over to the unoccupied bed by the bay window, and opened her trunk.
Hermione jumped at the sound of the trunk's latch being opened. She had been completely oblivious to the girl who had crossed the room without making a noise.
Recognizing the person as a fellow Gryffindor, Hermione went back to reading Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. She wasn't able to focus much, though, because Crystal had started humming 'Imagine' by John Lennon.
"I'm sorry, but would you mind being a little more quiet?" Hermione asked politely and quietly. When she looked at Crystal, her face turned bright red.
Crystal currently had no pants on under her large Beatles shirt.
"Oh, yeah sorry, I just like to listen to music before bed, but my MP3 player broke as soon as I entered Diagon Alley." Crystal noted the silence from Hermione and her pink face. Realizing the cause of the awkwardness, she let out a silent chuckle. She pulled on the sweatpants in her hands and instantly Hermione relaxed.
"Obviously you haven't gone through the awkward locker room changing phase yet. Sorry about that. My experiences have obviously made me forget that not every girl is used to changing in front of other girls. I'll have to remember not to do that."
Hermione nodded in response before marking her spot in her book.
"Well goodnight, don't let the harpies bite."
Deciding not to question her weird phrase or American accent until the morning, Hermione turned off her light and placed her book on the ground next to her.
"Goodnight," she whispered, before falling into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: So how do you like it?
Is it good? what are your thoughts?
Also, tell me of there are any spelling errors or moments of "what is this word doing here?" Typing on something with horrible auto-correct if not fun.
Thanks for reading! You are the bomb diggity, my little peasants! (do you like the name for the story fans? I do, for now at least)