Hoi guys! Sorry It took so long to write this one. I spent a week in Big Bear. No Wii Fee! : Anywho, this is the FUN chapter. WE'RE GONNA KICK UMBRIDGE'S FAT ARSE! HA HA! Anyway, here's chapter 11 of Percy Jackson and the Order of the Phoenix. BTW, yes, I know. The first chapter Annabeth was VERY out of character. Just remember, this is my FIRST FANFIC. It is gradually getting better so just give meh a chance! Enjoy your fangirling/boying! XD

Ron's POV:

History of Magic was by common consent the most boring subject devised by Wizard-Kind. Professor Binns, their ghost teacher, had a wheezy, droning voice that was bound to cause drowsiness within the first 10 minutes into class."The goblin rebellion of 1612 was a massive turn in history for wizard kind. Please turn to page 432." Professor Binns said. I lazily flipped open my History of Magic book opened to the correct page. I looked up at the clock. 8:17. I mentally groaned. I looked over at Hermione who of course was taking notes with enthusiasm. I looked down at my open textbook and flipped through the pages. I looked over at Harry, who was cleaning his glasses on the sleeve of his robe. For about 20 minutes, Binns droned on about the goblin rebellion. I was highly considering taking a nap, when Binns announced that class was over. Merlin that took too long.

Hermione's POV:

I quickly shoved my notes into my bag. I really needed a new bag I thought to myself as I crammed the parchment into the last available space. I quickly glanced up at the Americans, who were all seated in the back of the room.

The Americans got up from their seats and exited the classroom. I didn't get those Americans, even though some of them were sorted into other houses, they still stuck together. There was some hidden friendship with them, either the shared glances, or just the closeness to each other. Percy and Annabeth obviously had history, and Piper, Jason, and Leo too. I just couldn't figure them out. Hazel had mentioned she was 13, and Percy, Annabeth, and Jason said that they were 17! That's a huge age difference, at least for a kid. Yet they seemed very close.

Shrugging, I picked up my quill and ink and settled for holding them. I walked out of the room and into the crowded corridor, heading to my next class.

Jason's POV:

Jason realized that he didn't like charms.

They were learning how to spout water from the ends of their wands. Jason looked over at the other demigods, and to his amusement, Percy was frowning at his wand. This lesson was pointless for Percy, if he wanted water so desperately, he could just summon it himself, without the need of a wand. Sighing, he picked up his wand and muttered the incantation. "Aguamenti" to his dismay, nothing came out of his wand. Again. He looked around to see how the other 5th years were doing. Fortunately, only Hermione had been able to conjure up the charm.

BANG.

Jason turned around so fast his neck cracked. Dazed, he looked around to see where the source of the noise had come from.

A boy who Jason briefly recognized, was sitting rigid in his seat, soot covering his face. He heard laughing from the back of the room. "Should we help him?" He asked Ron, who was sitting across from him. Ron seemed to find this amusing. "What?" Ron cracked a smile.

"Oh, don't mind Seamus, since his first year he has still amazed us on how a wizard could take so much soot to one's face." Harry, who was sitting on the right side of him, let out a roar of laughter. Hermione, who was sitting on Ron's left side merely rolled her eyes and said, "What Ron is trying to say, is that every year, Seamus fails horribly at Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, you name it, and it always results in his project erupting in his face."

This time, Harry and Ron were both giggling, while Ron banged his head on the desk, Harry laughed even more. I looked over my shoulder at the rest of the 7.

They looked just as confused as I was. Except Leo, Leo was laughing right along with Harry and Ron. Annabeth rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Okay, that's enough children settle down, settle down. Now grab your belongings and have a nice day. Mr Finnigan if you would please follow me…" said Flitwick.

I grabbed my bag and headed out with Piper and Frank. " What's next class?" Frank asked "Uhhhm" Piper dug around for her parchment, which held the dates, time, and class they were supposed to attend. She finally brought out a wrinkled piece of parchment. "We have Defense Against the Dark Arts" Frank blanched. " That doesn't sound too fun" Jason frowned. Jason didn't like this magic stuff. He could fight using physical contact and trickery, but magic he wasn't so sure about. Piper clearly was thinking around the same thing as Jason, she was nervously twiddling with her quill.

"You got this Pipes" he whispered to her. She gave him a small smile as they approached the room. When Frank pulled open the door, it was nothing at all like he had expected.

When they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom they found a squat older woman who greatly resembled a toad. She was already seated at the teacher's desk, wearing a fluffy pink cardigan and a black velvet bow on top of her head.

1 The class was quiet as it entered the room.

"Well good afternoon!" She said when finally the whole class had sat down.

A few people mumbled "Good afternoon," in reply

"Tut, tut" said the woman. "That won't do, now will it? I should like you, please, to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' One more time, please, Good afternoon class!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her.

"There, now," said Professor Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it?" Wands away and quills out, please."

Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; the order "wands away" did not appease them. Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own wand, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the Blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once:

Defense Against the Dark Arts

A Return to Basic Principles

When Umbridge was sure she had the attention of the entire class she said, "Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Willbert Slinkhard?"

The class replied with a, "Yes Professor Umbridge"

"Good," said Professor Umbridge . "I should like you to turn to page five and read chapter one, 'Basics for Beginners.' There will be no need to talk." Jason turned to page five of his copy of Defensive Magical Theory and started to read.

He was excessively bored, the uncomfortable silence was almost as bad as listening to Professor Binns. Jason tried to focus on the first paragraph. It took him 2 minutes just to read "When using a wand, only a slight motion of the wrist should be used."

Jason looked right and to his surprise, Hermione had not even opened her textbook, and was staring fixedly at Professor Umbridge with her hand in the air.

After several more minutes had passed, however, Jason was not the only one watching Hermione. The chapter that they were supposed to read was so tedious, that more people were intent on watching Hermione fail at catching Umbridge's attention then to struggle with 'Basics for Beginners'.

Jason turned in his seat to see how his friends were reacting to this.

Percy, Leo, and Piper were shaking with quiet laughter, while Annabeth and Frank were still reading the lesson, though looking thoroughly unsatisfied. And Hazel was glaring at a group of Slytherins who were mocking Hermione in the back.

When more than half the class were staring at Hermione rather than at their books, Professor Umbridge seemed to decide that she could ignore the situation no longer.

"Did you want to ask something about the chapter dear?" She asked Hermione, as though she just noticed her.

"Not about the chapter, no" said Hermione

"Well, we're reading just now," said Professor Umbridge, smiling sweetly. "If you have other queries we can deal with them at the end of class."

"I've got a query about your course aims," said Hermione

Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows.

"And your name is...?"

"Hermione Granger" said Hermione

"Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully," said the Professor in a voice of strained sweetness.

"Well I don't." Replied Hermione tartly. "There is nothing here written about using defensive spells." Jason had to duck under the desk to restrain his laughter. Here was Hermione, the teachers pet of every Hogwarts teacher, back talking Professor Umbridge. Jason couldn't blame her though, the Professor was indeed excessively annoying, rude, and passive aggressive. "Using defencive spells?" Umbridge repeated with a fase tinkle of a laugh. "I don't see it fit at all for you to be ever using defensive spells in the classroom. That is an extreame-"

"We're not going to be using magic!" Ron cut in loudly.

"Pupils raise their hands when they wish to speak in class, Mr...?

"Weasley" said Ron, thrusting his hand into the air.

"Now children. There is no need to be using dangerous spells in class. You will be learning about spells in a secure, risk free way-"

"What's the use in that?" Harry said loudly. "If we're going to be attacked it won't be in a-"

"Hand Mr. Potter!" Umbridge said in a sickly sweet sing-song voice.

Harry thrust his hand into the air.

Percy's POV:

Ok. Angelica Pickles was starting to get on my nerves now. Umbridge (or as I now refer to as 'Mrs. Pickles') Was giving us useless information, and providing the students who questioned unsatisfying answers, all about "Teaching in a safer, and more ethical way" When she once again refused another student, this time Dean Thomas, I decided that enough was enough.

I calmly raised my hand.

"Yes, Mr...?"

I decided I should play it "good boy"

"Jackson ma'am. Percy Jackson"

"What is your inquiry?" Said Pickles.

"Well ma'am. How exactly, are we supposed to know how to perform these spells properly, as I recall, O. are this year correct? And, If I may, but don't we have to actually perform these spells in order to receive a grade? I don't think you can learn everything just by reading a textbook. I think for these spells to be used, you might need a wand I daresay?"

Instead of taking what I said in my speech into recondition, Pickles merely smiled sweetly at me. "Well dear, I believe we can make some adjustments to the usual tests." I was angry now. Angry at this disgusting pink, fluffy excuse of a Professor. I was about to rant off a list of extremely colorful curses at Pickles, but Leo beat me to it.

Leo's POV:

"Listen lady. We aren't some immature 1st years OK? For the gods sake, I work with dangerous explosives every freakin day of my life! And in case you haven't noticed, this is a magic school. Where we are supposed to be learning magic things. For the gods sake lady, your giving us a muggle lecture right now! We might as well just go off to a muggle school with the idiotic things your teaching us! Lighten up on the safety procedures will ya?" Behind me, I heard 7 very familiar voices cracking up behind me. My friends were laughing so hard, I thought one of their veins were gonna pop. Umbride finnally pulled herself out of her shock and said, "Detention. All 7 of you. Including Mr. Potter. Tonight at 6." And with that, the bell rang.

Whoooooooo! I. AM. DONE! YES! That took WAYYYYYYYY too long. Hope you enjoyed. I did use some sentinces from the 6th book in the Harry Potter series (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix). If you have any questions, review! I love reading your input! It makes me so happy! So PLEASE like and REVIEW! BYE!