I was looking back at the beginning of this story and I realized how much my writing has improved since then. At the beginning the writing was choppy, the chapters were short (even more than they are now), and it was way too dialogue-heavy. I'm so glad I kept going because I really do like this story. And you what the main reason why I didn't get lazy and given up months ago? My reviewers! Thank you so much for anyone who has reviewed or even ever read this story-I know, it sounds cheesy, but I truly think that I would bailed on this story long ago if it wasn't fro you guys. So, thanks again, you rock! ;D

I've been trying to respond to the viewers. So if anybody has an idea, please feel free to let me know in their review. I can't promise anything, but I will take it into serious consideration.

Now, on with the story!

t was Percy's turn to bring food to Malfoy. This was why he was in such a bad mood. He knew he should've picked paper instead of scissors!

"Um...two out of three?" asked Percy hopefully.

Annabeth smiled sweetly at him. Too sweetly.

"Uh oh," he moaned, "the only time you ever smile at me like that is right before you-"

SMACK!

"-Slap me."

"Seaweed brain, we had a deal. Now bring Blondie his food!"

Percy knew better than to argue.

As Percy neared the infirmary he stopped short. He heard voices. But he was too far away to comprehend what they were saying. Quietly, he crept closer until he was within understandable-range.

"...Well, can you walk?" asked someone- a girl, no doubt, a fairly young one by the sound one it. But Percy didn't recognize her voice as one of the campers.

Then came Malfoy's reply. "Of course I can walk, you little-" there was a loud SNAP, followed by a high-pitched shriek, but Percy had a feeling it didn't come from the girl.

"...I'll take that as a 'no'..."

"Shut up, I'm fine!"

"No, you're not. There's no shame in admitting that you need help."

"I don't need help!" he spat. "Especially from you!"

Percy accidently dropped the plate of food he had been carrying, and he could do nothing but cringe as it fell to the floor. He cursed silently in ancient Greek-a word that would've gotten him grounded for months if his mother had heard.

The voices stopped. "Did you hear that?" asked the girl.

"Yes, I'm not deaf-Astoria, what are you doing...?"

"Somebody's outside the window!"

Oh, crap! thought Percy, he tried to duck, but Astoria beat him to it.

"Aha!" she said, "I knew there was someone here!"

Taking a better look at the girl, Percy realized that she was even younger than he had first suspected. The girl was short, even for her age, which seemed around ten or eleven years old. She had long wavy auburn hair and bright green eyes, not unlike his own. She looked a little like Rachel Dare in a way, only this girl's hair was less frizzy and had more brown in it, not to mention she was about five years younger. Her eyes were huge, like a cartoon character's. They seemed to big for her face-this of course, only made her look even cuter. She had a wand in her hand and so she was obviously a witch.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her.

"I'm not scared of you!" she cried, pulling out her wand, but Percy could see that her hand was trembling. "Don't try any tricks! I-I'm warning y-you!"

"I'm not going to hurt you," Percy tried to assure the girl.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" she shouted the first spell that came to her mind.

"What the-" suddenly, Percy Jackson was lifted into the air.

Malfoy, however, looked unimpressed. "Wingardium Leviosa?" he demanded, "is that the best you can do?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Perfect, but in case you have forgotten, I'M ONLY ELEVEN!"

"That's no excuse!"

Astoria threw her hands up in the air in annoyance. "Merlin, Draco! What's your problem? Two minutes ago you wanted me to get lost and now all of a sudden you want my help?" at this point she had lost her focus on the spell she was casting. Poor Percy came crashing to the ground.

"...Ow."

"ASTORIA! ASTORIA!" Zabini called.

Belinda, a small girl with long black hair hair that shared a dorm with Astoria, ran down into the Slytherin common room.

"Any luck?" asked Flint.

Belinda shook her head. "I've looked everywhere for her! In the closet, under the bed..."

Daphne burst into tears, while her friend Millicent Bulstrode tried her best to comfort her. "Don't worry," she said, in a surprisingly gentle voice, "we'll find her. I promise."

"N-no, we won't!" Daphne sobbed, "it's j-just like M-Ma-Malfoy all over again!"

At the mentioning of Pansy's "boyfriend", she, too, began to cry hysterically.

The boys shifted uncomfortably, they weren't used to dealing with so much emotion. Flint, since he was the prefect and felt that he should say something, cleared his throat. "Daphne, we will do everything in our power to find your missing sister and bring her back safely."

For a moment, he thought that his plan had worked, the room was silent. Unfortunetly for them, the silence last only about ten seconds. Marcus had hoped that this would stop the annoying crying, but instead, all his words did was make even more girls cry with his touching words.

He looked helplessly at Pucey and Nott. "Any ideas?" he asked. They knew the situation was bad then, because Flint never asked for help from anyone.

"I have one," said Emelda, a second-year girl, and among the few females who were not crying. "EVERYBODY SHUT UP!"

Instantly, the loud sobbing reduced dramatically to nothing more than a few nervous whimpers. (an/: Yes, this does seem to happen a lot in this story.)

Emelda smirked. "You're welcome," she said to the boys.

Flint shrugged. "That works."

Yes, I know I said I would update and I didn't. But I have a perfectly good excuse: I was grounded. No further questions. End of story.

I recall getting a request for more Theodore Nott, so you will be seeing a bit more of him in the future.

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