Do I seem like I'm Rick Riordan or J.K. Rowling to you? Oh and notice the British folk say snigger but the Americans say snicker.
Nico's Point of View
"Stupid hat!" I muttered taking a seat as far away as possible from Blondie. The Slytherins just glanced at me and nodded in a, I guess you'll have to do, way. They didn't seem like the friendliest group. I remembered Ginny saying that most future-dark wizards go to Slytherin. But I wasn't going to turn into a dark wizard! I wasn't even a wizard at all! And this was not helping the quest either. How was I supposed to plan with Percy and Annabeth (the Stolls don't plan, they just do) if I was stuck in another dormitory, or common room or whatever. What had that hat been thinking, anyways? And yes, I just asked what a hat was thinking. I mean it said this would help! Not exactly sure how this was helping! Blondie over there didn't seem too happy about it either. Dumbledore was explaining something about a professor named Scissors, or Snip, or something like that. I wasn't really paying attention but I saw distantly Harry looked really upset. The Slytherins on the other hand jumped up and started cheering. Without thinking I slammed down my fist forcefully on the table.
"Hey watch it, kid!" a girl snapped at me. I glanced at my fist with surprise; I'd somehow picked up a fork which was now stuck in the table, quivering slightly.
"Sorry." I muttered glancing at the girl. She had an annoyingly arrogant face, like she'd just won the lottery and looked about my age. She had dark skin and chocolate brown, curly, shoulder-length hair. "Who're you calling kid?" I glared at her, she was my age!
"You." she said looking bored by this conversation.
"Excuse me, but I don't think you're much older than me." I snapped back, "I'm thirteen."
"Oh, you are? You look much younger, how strange!" she exclaimed as if I were some bug specimen in the lab. "And you're American! What school did you go to in America? What was it like? Hold on, no wait! I've heard there are a lot of states, which one did you live in? Was it sunny there? I've heard it's quite sunny! Were the teachers nice? What-"
"Hold on!" I interrupted her. She was firing off so many questions, I couldn't remember what my cover story was. I realized how much she reminded me of Rachel, minus the oracle part. Before I could answer her I was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder.
Harry's Point of View
The new kids seemed alright, they were friendly enough. I hadn't even known you could homeschool wizards. They were a little mysterious though, like they were holding something back. "Hey why do you think Dumbledore appointed Snape as defense teacher all of a sudden?" I muttered to Ron, but he wasn't listening.
"Awww man, I liked that kid, he hated Malfoy." Ron muttered.
"What do you mean you liked him?" Hermione asked.
"Well now he's in Slytherin so-"
"What, just because he's in Slytherin means he's your enemy?" Hermione glared at Ron.
"Well, I mean, kinda-"
"Ron, that is so stereotypical! Not everyone in Slytherin is awful!"
"No, just most of them…" Ron muttered darkly.
"Oh please, he even said it himself, he didn't want to be in the same house Malfoy's in. He can't be that bad can he?" Ginny snapped, adding herself to the conversation.
"They have a point Ron." I said to Ron wearily, hoping to break up the argument early. I noticed the new kids watching us, looking entertained.
"This is almost as good as one of Percy and Thalia's fights except with british accents!" Travis commented brightly while Connor sniggered. The boy named Percy elbowed Travis.
"I'm sorry, we must seem rude to you, talking about your friend like this." Hermione said, ignoring a disgruntled Ron.
"Nah, it's ok. We don't really care that much about houses and stuff." Percy said.
"Except there is one small problem." Annabeth said slowly, "Ummm, since we're uhh, new and the castle is so huge we thought it'd be better to stay mostly together but now we're in Gryffindor and he's in Slytherin…"
"Well Slytherin and Gryffindor have some classes together." I said.
Annabeth studied us carefully, suddenly I felt like Dumbledore was looking at me. "You guys really don't like Slytherin, do you?" Annabeth commented.
"There's sort of a big enemy rivalry between the two houses." I explained somewhat apologetically. Personally I still like Nico, mostly because of his opinion on Malfoy and felt a little bad that he was in Slytherin. Also because I had nearly gotten into Slytherin myself.
Percy and Annabeth were whispering. Abruptly Percy said, "I need to go talk to Nico." and got up.
"Err, don't know if that's such a good ide-" I broke off. Percy was already gone.
Percy's Point of View
I speed walked over the Slytherin table, ignoring all the stares I was getting from students and teachers. I tapped Nico on the shoulder and he turned, "Percy!" he sounded relieved.
"Nico, try to stick with us as much as you can. There's weird stuff going on, Harry got all freaked out about that Snape guy being the defense against the dark arts. Oh and also there's one small problem about you and defense against the dark arts." I said concernedly.
"I basically am the dark arts. Or the son of them anyways." he sighed, knowing his power to raise the dead and manipulate shadows and ghosts. Not to mention his Dad being King of the Underworld. "Don't worry, I'll be careful."
"Ok, good." I said. I had started to think of Nico as something like a little brother. I turned and found myself face to face with the weird professor Snape. The one Harry obviously didn't like, and now I could see why. He had cave-like black eyes and greasy hair. He had a giant hooked nose and was glaring at him worse than Nico, close to Thalia. Anyone who could glare close to Thalia's glare had to be trouble.