Chapter Twenty One: Thalia
Crap. Crappity crap crap. Hermione knows. And she's pretty darn smart. (Not Annabeth smart, but still.) She would have put the pieces together by now. I look at my watch. Class starts in one minute.
"Hermione, please wait before you tell somebody. Hear us out. Later." I beg.
"I'll do it." Percy says. But I don't think she heard. She HATES being late for class. We all run in different direction to our respective classes. I walk in two minutes late.
"Sorry class. Busy day today, huh? Okay, anyway, please take out your lesson books and night sky constellation maps."
I go one by one to each person's desk checking the accuracy on the maps.
"Very nice, Luna! As always." I force a laugh through my worried state of the mess I had put us in.
Now, I'm gonna use Percy's words.
Great. Just great.