A/N: Right, I Really hate doing long author's notes, but this time I really feel like its necessary. After the last chapter, I knew I was going to get a few surprised reviews, but I didn't expect to have people actively telling me off for my choice of houses and, quite frankly, I'm a little bit upset that some of you are doubting me Still, this is a place for me to explain my intentions as I am not going to change her house no matter what. First of all, I know that Annabeth is Intelligent enough to be put in Ravenclaw, Brave enough to be put in Gryffindor and Loyal enough to be put in Hufflepuff, but I just don't see her in any of those houses. Secondly, her fatal flaw is Hubris which means to have god like arrogance and ambition, which is the main trait of the Slytherin house. Also, Her gift when it comes to battle strategy can easily be classed as "cunning" which also aligns with that house rather nicely. Okay, now the rant is over, I can get back to the happy part ! (sorry for those who didn't complain and wasted time reading that…)

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Nico's PoV:

Once Annabeth had taken a seat on the old wooden stool, things got so quiet I swear I could hear Percy's heart beating next to me, but I guess that isn't really hard to believe that the school would be interested in us, after all, they were not used to transfer students. Still, it was rather uncomfortable to be looked over by so many sets of eyes and I was itching to just fade back into the shadows, but that would just gather more attention so I settled with hiding behind Percy instead, which helped to hide me from the ghosts who were watching in great interest.

The longer the silence stretched with Annabeth wearing the hat however, the more uncomfortable things became and I reckoned that we had been in these positions for the past 5 minutes before the hat roared out "Slytherin" in a loud voice that made us all jump. My heart beat sped up a little now, and not just because of the shock. If, as it seemed, we were going to go about this alphabetically, then I would be the next one to be called out. In front of all these people. To be stared at like some exotic creature in a zoo. Just Brilliant!

"Di Angelo, Nico."

Fixing a cocky look on my face, I forced myself to saunter towards the hat like it was no big deal, even though my heart seemed to be beating in my mouth and some moron had apparently replaced my legs with jelly. Still, it was with great relief that I slid down onto the provided seat with the hat covering my eyes. I have to say, the darkness was a comfort, cutting off my view of all those faces turned my way, but that didn't last long as the stupid piece of fabric started speaking in my head! Damn him to Hades.

"I resent that last comment young demigod, I am far from stupid."

"Oh…er, sorry?"

I didn't really think about the response too much, the tone in its voice kind of making me reply on instinct, still, I couldn't help feeling a little strange apologising to a hat of all things. I could tell it wasn't happy with that last bit, but apparently it was used to such comments as, when it spoke again, it had adopted a long suffering tone that made me want to laugh out loud.

"Oh, never mind, I can tell that there is no point in arguing the point with one as… stubborn, as yourself. Now, I will ask you the same question that I asked the girl before you, is it safe to look into your memories?"

I thought about that for a moment, weighing up whether to say yes just to see its reaction, or actually be truthful and avoid annoying it further, eventually, I decided to be tactful about the whole thing and just go with the right answer.

"Um, I'm a son of the Lord of the dead, I really don't think you want to see too much of what I have."

"Very well then, let me see about where to put you… bravery far greater than most, though I guess that is common amongst you children. Loyal too, but what's this… ah, well, that is significant…"

I blanched when I noticed what memory he was looking at, the time with Minos when I tried to raise my sister, the anger I had felt towards Percy for failing to protect her… damn.

"Look, can you not go on that, I was just a kid… and I was in shock, I didn't really know what I was doing!"

I tried to plead my case desperately, but the hat wasn't fooled, mores the pity.

"For that case maybe, but that does not change the fact that you possess much anger child, and cunning, yes far more than that of the girl, and your thoughts run through dark paths, I know where you will best be suited….SLYTHERIN!"

I sighed and slipped the hat off of my head, handing it to the old witch next to me before going down and slipping into a seat next to Annabeth. Unfortunately, she had sat in a set near that brat Malfoy who was grinning at me as the others clapped me on the back before turning to watch the first of my cousins to be sorted. Now I had to spend a full year rooming with someone I despised… how fun!

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Thalia's PoV:

"Grace, Thalia."

I tried not to grit my teeth when my full name was called, but I'm pretty sure that I failed to hide my grimace as I heard Percy chuckle slightly beside me, but I ignored him and went to take my place where I would have my privacy invaded by a magical talking hat while I was watched by several annoying boys. Gah, when I get home I swear that I am never leaving the hunt again, no matter what!

"Ah, yet another godling, I seem to be meeting many of you today, but what an honor, to meet a child of Zeus."

I groaned internally at this, something that made the thing chuckle. I hated to be recognized as the daughter of my father rather than for being myself, after all, you just had to see where being the daughter of Zeus got me.

"Hmm, yes, that does appear to be an interesting experience, being a tree and all that. I am curious though, how did you end up in such a state?"

I sighed but decided not to complain too much, after all, what harm could come from showing him that specific day? Hell, it may even help him place me. Wincing slightly, I gave him a mental replay of the last day of my 12 year old life.

"Oh, and interesting ordeal, but it seems that, for the sake of your friends, you would gladly give up your own life no? Such loyalty is uncommon, though I feel that the better place for you would be… GRYFFINDOR!"

Okay, house of the brave… I could live with that, even if it meant that I wouldn't get much contact with Annabeth and Nico. Feeling a little lighter than before, I made my way down to the table decked out in gold and crimson, smiling when I saw a familiar face next to an empty seat.

"Hey Hermione."

"Oh, hi Thalia."

The girl seemed to be more than a little distracted when she responded, and I couldn't help but notice that her eyes kept up a constant sweep of the hall as though she was desperately trying to find someone. Still, I doubted that I would be any use to her, being a newbie here and everything, and I turned back to the front of the hall just in time to see old Kelp Head land flat on his face…

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Percy's PoV:

I cannot believe it, why is it that every time I have to make a good impression on people, I end up tripping over something? Well, this time I'm going to blame it on the stupid dress thing I'm wearing, its too restrictive of my movements. Still, face flaming with embarrassment, I pushed myself up, brushing off the dust before taking my place on the stool, trying to ignore the hushed snickers from the students and the faint grin I could see on the face of the headmaster. But, just my luck, I didn't even get a break when the hat covered my face, how did it even see my fall, did it have like, hidden eyes or something?

"Well, that was quite impressive."

It chuckled slightly as it spoke making me want to glare at it, but I couldn't exactly pinpoint where its voice was coming from so I just settled to trying to ignore the whispers in my ear.

"Sorry, but that isn't going to work."

"Shut up and do whatever it is that you need to do already."

Well, that just made it laugh even harder, though it did actually begin to root around inside my skull. Even though I knew it wasn't going to hurt me however, I couldn't help but feel more than a little uncomfortable having someone look through my innermost thoughts, but some of the things he saw soon took the mirth out of the hat's tone.

"Wow, you have had quite a childhood haven't you, all those quests and still you have a prophecy hanging over your head. That is quite the weight to bear is it not?"

I was so sorely tempted to say something like, 'oh no, that just makes my life so much easier!' but decided that it probably wasn't the best idea to come off as snarky so I settled instead, for biting down on y tongue, trying to stop the words from coming out, even though I would have been saying them in my mind… huh, no idea how that works.

"I can sense you have a good heart despite your trials hero, and bravery to back up your morals. Though many do not see it, you are actually quite resourceful aren't you, and in battle this has saved the lives of many people… though I see that your loyalty to your friends binds you, restricting your actions. 'To save a friend your would sacrifice the world.' I am sure you have heard words similar to this in the past am I right?"

I nodded dumbly at him, remembering that particular conversation with Athena in a kind of bitter sweet way, but there was no way that he was going to let me space out here, the hat was on a roll and something as trivial as a slightly traumatic experience was not going to stop him.

"Yes, I though as much. Now the question is, where to put you, Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, those are the ones that suit you best. Now, just let me think for a moment…"

He fell silent after this, occasionally mumbling to himself as he observed a particularly unpleasant memory from my past, but eventually, he settled on one of the ones from my first year at camp, well, a hole range of them really. Losing my mom, fighting Ares, Luke's Betrayal. When he next spoke, his voice was strained and barely more than a whisper.

"You poor child, such a past with a far worse future to come as has been predicted by your oracle. While you are here at least I believe you need a trustworthy family, one that will welcome you and where you immense sense of duty to your friends will be reciprocated by those around you. However, it is through your own merit that I am going to place you in…HUFFLEPUFF!"

With that, I gladly slipped down to an empty seat at the yellow and black table where I was greeted, rather surprisingly, by hugs and many people grinning at me. It was so different, being in the middle of the crowd after so long eating at the lonely Poseidon table, but I was nice, warm. I liked it.

A/N: Okay, there you go, I hope you like my choices, but if not, have a little faith in me, I knew where I want to take this story and the houses fit in my head. Anyway, I got a complaint last chapter from a certain guest reviewer that stalks all of my stories (love you really) that the last question was too easy, so, especially for you, I have made this question harder. Hope this is more to your taste :P

What was Professor Flitwick's first name?