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A/N: Any sort of helpful criticism would be much appreciated
Chapter 7
Percy POV
Everyone who had died in my demigod life suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. Bianca, Luke, Zoe Nightshade, Ethan Nakamura, Michael Yew, Leo, all of those faces flashed in my mind, and I looked around at the other demigods. Ron abruptly ended it with a rude "So who did you see die?"
"Do you really want to know?" asked Annabeth, sadly.
"Ronald!" exclaimed Hermione. "They have seen deaths, obviously they don't like talking about it. How would you feel if you had been asked a question like 'who did you see die' when you've seen someone die?"
"Sorry," said Ron, although not all that remorseful. They got onto the carriages and they rode off to the castle.
When we arrived at the castle, with Annabeth talking about its amazing architecture all the way, we got off the carriages. When we entered the castle, a woman with a large scroll was tucked under her arm was waiting for us. "My name is Professor McGonagall," she said. "The American's will come with me." "Bye Neville," we called. McGonagall led us down a hall into a large, open, hall. There were a lot of plates. And I was amazed how many kids were in the school.
"Chase, Annabeth" called Professor McGonagall, and Annabeth walked to the seat and put on then hat.
