Flying Field, Hogwarts

Harry

Flying class was about to start. Thalia excused herself while the rest of the group hot-lined for the field. Percy, Jason, Piper, Will, Calypso and Nico made it just in time, while Leo with his short legs exhausted himself getting there approximately six seconds late. Madam Hooch was a descendant of Aeolus, the lord of the sky. "Now class, pay attention. Make sure your hands are tight on the broomstick while we practice the Sloth Grip Roll." she instructed.

"Yes, Madam Hooch," the class chorused. She divided the class into pairs, Harry and Ron, Hermione and Neville, Seamus and Dean, Percy and Annabeth, Piper and Jason, Calypso and Leo, and Nico and Will.

"Now, repeat after me. Up!" She barked at her broomstick, which immediately flew up.

"Up! Up! UP!" The class repeated. Jason got his broomstick first, causing Harry to clench his fingers tight into a fist.

"Up!" He yelled. Harry's broomstick flew up. It soared over Harry's outstretched hand, zooming towards the castle.

"It's going to hit the pol-" Someone yelled.

BANG! CRASH! BONK! SLAM! The wind vane over the Transfiguration Classroom now was a heap of metal. Everyone was quiet. Then slowly, a babble of talk broke out, followed by immense laughter and chatting.

Madam Hooch looked annoyed as she cast her wand at the wind vane. "Reparo," she barked. "Accio, Broomstick!" Harry's broom zoomed towards her. She threw it back to Harry, who sheepishly caught it and mounted it. "Now if everyone is ready, I want you to ascend three meters."

Everyone mounted their brooms, and hovered around Madam Hooch. "Now, practice rolling upside down, and up again." Everybody began barrel rolling. Hermione and Nevile quickly excused themselves, the former claiming she had to go to the bathroom while the latter clashed against the floor, breaking both arms and hobbling to the Hospital Wing. Harry expected himself to master the technique first, but Jason won instead.

"Amazing! Truly spectacular. Ten points for Gryffindor." Madam Hooch exclaimed. Jason beamed. Harry snarled. He tried the Sloth Grip Roll, but instead fell on his face. Shock followed by instant pain broke over him, and he too, hobbled for the Hospital Wing.

Divination, Hogwarts

Percy

Percy took a very, very short shower before heading towards the Divination Classroom. It was in the North Tower, one of the tallest in fact. A ladder descended from the trapdoor above, and all of the sixth years of Gryffindor trapeze up. Inside the stuffy room, Professor Trelawney in her silver robes was there to greet them. "Welcome... to... Divination," she breathed.

"Err, uh... thanks?" Percy squeaked.

"those... who... possess clear... sight... shall... pass," she whispered dramatically. "And... those... who don't..."

"I wouldn't want to fail in this class!" Annabeth sarcastically whispered into Percy's ear. Percy giggled, causing the old witch-I mean Professor Trelawney to glare at them.

"I think I wouldn't laugh... if... I were one of you..." she said coldly. "My descendants run... a long... line... of famous... ancestors..." Annabeth and Percy giggled wildly, now joined in by a lot more people.

"Can you believe her?" Thalia asked Percy. Percy shook his head, still silently laughing. Trelawney was still talking.

"The Fates... wove... our... future," Professor Trelawney gestured wildly. "I was destined... to teach... you," she finished dramatically. Lavender and Parvati gasped.

Percy whispered to Annabeth, "Well, that's at least true!" Annabeth smirked.

"Percy, she's the great granddaughter of Prometheus on her mom's side." Annabeth informed him. Percy was shocked.

"Prometheus was a much better smooth talker than her," Percy announced, remembering the way Prometheus almost convinced him to open Pandora's jar.

"Do... not... be... afraid... when you... venture... in this class..." Trelawney was still talking. "venture... far... far... beyond..."

"I think I'm going to venture far beyond this classroom." Annabeth whispered in Percy's ear. Percy smiled.

"Do not be afraid!"He said, copying Trelawney's pitchy and arrogant voice. Annabeth laughed, causing Trelawney to shoot another glare at them. Percy looked over to his side. Jason was paying attention, though he did look politely bored. Piper was twisting her harpy feather in her braid. Leo was making some sort of machinery, Thalia was staring at her feet, Will was playing with a band-aid while Nico was shuffling a deck of Mythomagic cards.

"Alright, you may divide into pairs and work on the Dream Oracle, page 29, interpret living beings within dreams" Trelawney said. Annabeth and Percy, Leo and Calypso, Jason and Piper, Nico, Thalia and Will were groups.

"Okay, you go first." Annabeth told Percy.

"Uh, so I had a dream about uh... Mrs. O'Leary," Percy lied. He didn't want to tell Annabeth what his dream...

"Percy? Percy! Hello?" Annabeth called.

"Huh, oh... what? Oh... sorry," Percy said.

"I said it could be a-" Annabeth started.

"Ah, so what... are... we... discussing?" Trelawney had turned to them.

"Uh, so Percy said he saw M- a dog," Annabeth told Trelawney.

Trelawney gasped. Several people turned around to look at them. "And my dear," she continued. "Does... this dog, happen... to... be black?"

"Uh... sure yeah, um-" Percy blundered.

"Hennh! It's... the... Grim!" Professor Trelawney screamed.

P.S: Does anyone know how to properly write the sound of a female witch who is also a fraud and an idiot gasping? I'm pretty sure "Hennh!" is the sound of choking.