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Question for Von Karma: Ohh! Penguins! What kind?

Another question for Von Karma: Can I hug them? I bet they're all warm and fuzzy. I love penguins! Please let me hug them?

Leo's P.O.V.

I was SO glad that Jason and Piper didn't go all diva with me, like Ron was with Harry. I really felt bad for Harry. He honestly didn't put his name in that FREAKING CUP! And now, because of that stupid sippy cup, Harry had to do something he didn't want to do in the first place.

AND his own friend was against him! Just because of that STUPID FLAMING CUP!

I wished I could do something, but Ron probably thought I was a pyromaniac freak son of Hephaestus who just happens to burst into flames at all the wrong moments. Of course, he had a right to think that. Cause' I am one, that's why.

Maybe I should try anyway. Maybe I could convince him. Dude! Of course you can't! Just look at the words written above!

I had a point...

"Hey, Leo. What are you doing?" Piper asked.

"Thinking of ways that I'm a pyromaniac freak son of Hephaestus." I replied, without so much as knowing what I said.

"Ohh, good idea!"

"Hey!"

"Hey, you said it, not me."

"Well, you don't have the rights to...never mind. Actually what I said was true."

"Yeah...you keep thinking that..." she sounded creeped out and confused. Which is not a good combination.

I decided to talk to Ron, and try to make him see my point. ...NO! Not that point! The OTHER point. The one where Ron was being a diva.

*Timey Lapsey*

Finally, after hours of walking outside, I spotted Ron, and I ran to catch up to him.

"Hey, Ron!" I called.

He looked around, saw that I was running towards him, and broke into a run. Away from me.

"Ron! Hey! Ron!" I yelled.

"What?" he hissed.

"I wanna talk to you!"

"Great." he started walking away.

"Hey! I mean now!"

"What?" he asked, clearly annoyed.

"Well, you see, Harry really didn't put his name in that cup, and-"

"Leo, you shouldn't be talking. You're the one who spontaneously combusts every time he gets excited and/or angry."

"Yes. But that's not my point. My point is that you should stop being a diva, and talk to Harry!"

"No! Are you crazy?"

"Possibly. But you really need to talk to Harry!"

"Why? He's just a traitor."

"Uh...He's not a traitor!"

"Yes, he is."

"Nope. He is NOT."

"Well, I don't care. I'm not gonna say another word."

I decided to give up. He obviously wasn't going to break. I need to talk to Harry!

I scanned the courtyard, looking for a sign of him. I finally saw him, sitting next to Hermione.

"Hey! Harry! HARRY!" I yelled.

He looked over. "What?"

"I need to talk to you!"

"Why?"

"Because!"

"Why?"

"Because Ron won't!"

He looked at me strangely.

"Don't worry! I'm not contagious!" I said.

"Uh..."

"So! Who do you live with?"

"My mean Aunt and Uncle..."

"Oh...I've haven't been in one place for more than a month since I was 8."

"Why?"

"Foster homes. I despise those ugly little creatures."

He laughed.

I had a feeling he thought I was a little less weird.

*Von Karma inserts chapter! YAY!*

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