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"This is talking," I said.

This is thinking, I thought.

This is the story text and context.

All other languages are written in that languages and have a translation guide via the bottom, even Greek.

Chapter Four: Hippies In Old "Mushgle" Stuff

Maine

Yesterday

Nobody's POV

As Becca walked through the school, going from her detention for forgetting her homework, she heard voices. From somewhere besides the office or teachers' lounge. So she went to the door- the English teacher, Mr Brunner's, door- and eavesdropped.

"...Πάρα πολύ ισχυρή, αυτή θα πρέπει να βρεθεί-" (1) said the voice of her friend Travis Stoll.

Becca nearly dropped her math book. Was Travis talking about her? But- No. Wait. He'd said someone was powerful- In Greek. And she'd- UNDERSTOOD IT. But what or whom would find what or whom?

"We shall see, Travis," said the voice of Mr. Brunner. See about who? See about what? She'd come too late to hear anything important, huh? She silently fumed, but still...

Brunner said, "Travis? Travis? Travis? Travis? Are you actually thinking about this situation we have in our hands? You are very, very, very, very lucky your brother is not here to see this."

Okay, this was getting creepy. But then she heard Travis say, "Κύριε Πρόεδρε, πρέπει να πούμε στρατόπεδο; Θέλω να πω, ένας σάτυρος θα μπορούσε να έρθει, ή ίσως Ανναμπεθ-" (2) Okay, satyrs? And who was Annabeth? She almost slipped when she shuffled a bit to the left, and she silently cursed herself, and waited for someone to hear her.

But neither of them did.

"No," said Brunner flatly. Why? What was wrong? Besides the fact Travis was a nutter.

Finally, her friend said, "Όμως, ο Χείρων, ξέρετε ότι πρέπει να κοιτάξει έξω για αυτόν, είναι ένα πρόβλημα, και-" (4)

Becca's pen dropped.

It sounded like the calm before the storm.

Utter, complete, awful, heart-stopping, teeth-wrenching, terrifying, gory, kill-you, uh-oh, you've-been-caught silence followed.

"Ακούσατε ότι?" said Travis. (3)

Becca didn't bother to pick up the pen.

She ran.

London, England

Now

Harry's POV

"Harry, where's your stuff?" asked Lupin curiously.

"Locked up in the upstairs closet, you know, because of our guests-" I said.

"Guests?" asked Moody. 'Yeah," said Harry, "Apparently, mum had two sisters, so my aunt Sally came, and she brought her son and his three cousins on his dad's side."

"Ah ha," said Moody, "So perhaps, that's why I see two figures moving down the steps?"

"WHAT?" everyone yelled, but it was too late.

I think there names were Taliai (Th-Ay-Lee-I) and Aunnaleeth (Short O-Nuh-Leith), but anyways, those two girl peered around the corner.

Aunnaleeth's eyes grew wide. "Oh my gods," and Taliai agreed, "Oh my gods." I was puzzled "Gods? As in, plural?"

Taliai's eyes narrowed. "Okay, um, Annabeth-" Oh, that's Aunnaleeth's name, "Uh, do you want to- I dunno- Go upstairs, and forget this happened? We'll tell Miss Jackson that, um, Harry got kidnapped by giant spiders or something."

Annabeth looked up at her comrade. "Uh huh, and it was like that at the Hill, too, you wanted to suicide with those things-"

They started bickering, leaving us shocked. They went from finding a random group of people in their cousin's aunt's and uncle's house who were carrying sticks to bickering?

They were worse than Ron and Hermione.

TRANSLATION GUIDE

(1) ...Too powerful, she'll be found-

(2) Sir, should we tell camp? I mean, a satyr could come, or maybe Annabeth-

(3) Did you hear that?

(4) But, Chiron, you know we need to look out for HIM, he is a problem, and-

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hi guys! Short chapter with a cliffhanger, and I'm sorry on that.

O.K. I have a question: Should I do a quick one-shot to get rid of my ideas in my head, first off? And second off, what is a one-shot?

'Kay, thanks! OK, that's weird, my sister's named Kay. Well, KAYLA. But, pfft, back to the point.

MAY THE GODS BE EVER IN YE FAVOR!