I know! I'm actually updating twice in one month.
Percy's POV
As we all entered the great hall for breakfast after the first night in Hogwarts, the first thing we saw was the snake with a blonde mop on his head, Draco Malfoy, telling a large group of Slytherins a very entertaining story. As we passed, he did a very ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter. He must have been showing them what happened when the dementor thingy came in the compartment, obviously leaving out the part when he fell and screamed like a girl when he saw it.
"Ignore him" Said Hermione in Harry's ear, loud enough for us all to hear. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it."
"Hey Potter!"shrieked a girl, who had a face like a pug and looked even worse than medusa. "Potter! The dementors are coming! Woooooooo!" The others sat at the table, obviously fuming, but I wasn't having it.
"Oh shut it! You don't know what happened on that train, do you!" I was getting angrier by the minute. The others tried to calm me down, but it was no use. Only one person could calm me down, and she was dead.
"Oh, newbies sticking up for Potter. Go on then, tell us what happened." She practically growled. She must have been one of those people who no one stood up to. Well let's change that.
"I'll show you." I spat back at her, shrugging Thalia's hand off my shoulder in her attempt to stop me. I turned back to Harry. "What's her name?"
"Pansy Parkinson."
"She reminds me of someone I knew from the school I went to when a fury attacked me."
"Meet me at the lake later, Pansy, and I'll show you what happened." I sat back down at the table and started eating. George Weasley came over to us, Fred not far behind, with some slips of paper.
"Good one Percy!" George said patting my back. "It was brilliant!"
Fred nodded in agreement, giving us a piece of paper each. "New third-year course schedules." George looked back at Malfoy, who was smirking at us.
"See how happy he looks after our first quidditch match." He said. "Gryffindor versus Slytherin, the first game of the season, remember?"
Harry visibly brightened and that's when I remembered something.
"You wanted to try out, didn't you Jason?" I looked at him cutting an egg.
"Yeah, but I've changed my mind. I can fly anyway so." He looked me in the eye and I saw there was another reason. I'll ask him later.
We all looked at our timetables and I'd never thought I'd have any of the things that were on the piece of paper in my life.
Divination-9 o'clock
Herbology-10:30
There were so many things I'd never heard of, but then I came to the most terrifying thing of all,
Flying-4 o'clock
I looked up at Nico and he must have seen it too.
"No, no, no, no," Thalia threw her timetable down. "Not flying!"
"I know it's dangerous for me and Percy, and Pinecone face is afraid of heights." Nico protested.
"What, the daughter of the sky god is afraid of heights?" Ron asked
"Yep!" I replied "it's weird isn't it?"
"Stop making fun of me!" Thalia cut in.
I looked at Hermione's timetable and she had three lessons at the same time.
"Erm, Hermione?" I asked. "How have you got three lessons at once? I think they might have messed it up. You can't be in three places at once, unless your Hecate, and your not."
"I'm glad you noticed I'm not a goddess of magic, Percy. Anyway, I've sorted it with Professor McGonagall."
"Oh ok."
We were there for another five minutes before Hermione made us get up and go to divination, claiming 'it's ten minutes away'.
Harry's POV
The journey through the castle was a long one. Two years at Hogwarts hadn't thought us everything about the castle, and we'd never been inside the North Tower before.
"There's—got—to—be—a—short—cut."Ron panted, as we climbed the seventh flight of stairs. I looked at the demigods, who seemed to be talking about a fast way to the top.
"Guys," Percy shouted. "We have a faster way to the top but you'll need to trust us."
"Ok…"
He smiled. "Ok half of us grab onto Nico or anyone touching Nico and the other half do the same to me." I grabbed onto Percy and looked at Ron, who was holding Piper, who was holding Nico. Then he disappeared into a shadow, all of them just gone.
"Wh—what just happened?" I stuttered, before I felt cold and wet. A second later we were at a dead end, a small door in front of us. I felt my clothes and they were dripping.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't know it did that."
I looked at Artemis and she was going red. She looked as if she could pop.
"PERSEUS! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE, YOU STUPID MALE CREATURE!" She screamed, terrifying us all. Percy cowered in a corner, looked at the door, and sprinted through it. We all followed.
We entered the strangest looking classroom I'd ever seen. In fact, it didn't look like a classroom at al, more like a cross between someone's attic and an old fashioned tea shop. At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs. Everything was lit with a din, crimson light; the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. It was stiflingly warm, and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantlepiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle. The shelves running round the circular walls were crammed with dusty—looking feathers, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls and a huge array of teacups.
Ron appeared at my side as everyone assembled around us, all talking in whispers.
"Where is she?" Ron said
A voice suddenly came out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice.
"Welcome," it said. "How nice to see you in the physical world at last." Ummm…. Ok?
My immediate impression was of a large, glittering insect. Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and we saw that she was very thin; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their usual size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl.
"Sit, my children, sit." She said. Anything to get away from you. Me, Ron and Hermione sat together, Percy, Jason and Nico sat together and Artemis, Piper and Thalia sat together.
"Welcome to divination," said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. "My name is professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before because I found that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye."
Nobody said anything to this. This teacher was freaking me out.
I may or may not have forgot about this book.
