Hello, fellow human beings!

I asked at the end of the last chapter, so I'll ask again.

If anyone in the PJO universe went to Hogwarts, what House would they be Sorted into? If you answer this, at least try to include one of the Seven, Thalia, Will or Nico.

If Rachel, Drew, Khione and Reyna formed a band, what would their band name be? Same question with Percy, Jason, Frank and Nico.

Anyway, now for the... 'fun' part:

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.

Hazel's POV

I didn't know exactly what Thalia was planning, but, knowing her, it probably had something to do with kicking the girls' butts.

Thalia pulled the 3 of us into the closest room, which happened to be the entertainment room. Before any of us could ask, Thalia grinned evilly.

Piper sighed. "What do you have planned?" She sounded almost bored.

"We," Thalia started, "Are going to get revenge on those stupid mother-"

"Language," I chided.

"Fine! Those stupid... people," Thalia said frustratedly.

"How?" Annabeth spoke up. She looked as in on the plan as Thalia.

"Hmm... I didn't think that far ahead," Thalia said obliviously.

Piper, Annabeth and I snorted. "Great plan, Thals," Piper congratulated sarcastically.

Thalia (very maturely) stuck out her tongue. "Well, the way it usually works is: I come up with a fantastic plan, Annie here finds a way to make it work and then we kick some serious booty," She stated.

"Alright, let's think then," I said, hoping to avoid an argument.

"Yeah, we gotta pick up the pace or the boys will get all question-y," Thalia commented.

"Speaking of them, shouldn't we include them in this?" Piper asked.

"Hey, they plot alone all the time," Annabeth referred to the frequent huddles they formed now, "So this can be our thing." I was slightly taken aback. Annabeth and Percy seemed as close as two people could get without fusing together, so excluding the boys seemed weird.

A thought struck me like a bolt of lightning. I felt a grin almost as evil as Thalia's spread across my face.

"Uh, Haze? Something really weird is happening with your face," Piper waved her hand in front of my face, and I realised I'd been staring at empty air.

"I have an idea," I said slowly.

"What is it?" Thalia asked greedily.

"Two words: Prank. War." I replied.

Thalia's eyes lit up with an energetic fire.

"I, Thalia, think that that idea, Hazel, is one worthy of some plans," Thalia said praisingly. Annabeth and Piper agreed whole-heartedly as well. I blushed.

"Damn, Hazel," Annabeth admired, "I didn't know you could be that bad-ass."

"Uh... Thanks," I took it as a compliment.

"Who first?" Thalia asked abruptly.

I knitted my eyebrows together. "What do you mean?" I asked cautiously.

"I mean," Thalia started like I'd asked a question with the most obvious answer, "Which girl should we give the honour of pranking first?"

"I think it should be Rachel," Piper responded immediately.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Everyone agrees?" Thalia asked. 4 nodding heads.

"Then it's unanimous!" Thalia declared. "Our first victim will be Rachel Elizabeth Dare."

"When?" I asked.

"Huh. Haven't thought of it," Thalia observed.

"Monday," Annabeth said boldly.

"Yeah?" Thalia asked.

"Sure of it," Annabeth answered.

"Then that's decided too." Thalia decided.

"Does our Royal Highness grant us permission to exit the room?" Annabeth mocked Thalia's take-charge attitude.

Thalia sniffed and held her chin high. "I shall think about it... peasant."

I snorted.

"We need to make a pact," Piper said, looking like she'd had her very own lightbulb moment.

"A pact?" Annabeth asked in confusion.

"Yeah, we don't tell the boys, no matter how much pouting or prying they throw at us."

"That's a good idea," I agreed.

"Let's do it," Thalia finalised.

We all shook each others' hands in an informal sort of way, sealing the deal.

"Well, before the boys start trying to break down the door, let's go," Annabeth suggested.

Frank looked like he was afraid we were planning something truly horrific.

"Hey," He said, trying (and failing) to be nonchalant.

"Hey, yourself," I replied. My sole mission right now was to not give anything away.

Frank's face betrayed a look of hurt, like he was expecting to hear what we were talking about. I hated to see that look on his face, but I swore to myself to keep it a secret.

Frank let out a breath. "What's up?"

"Not much, how about you?" I answered.

Frank sighed again. "So, you're not going to tell me what you guys were talking about?" He threw away his distant approach.

I tried for a smile, hating how I wasn't being fully honest with him. "Sorry. Just... talking." Well, it was sort-of the truth... we were talking in there.

Frank let out a muffled groan. "Fine... how are you?"

"Doin' great," I said, thankful for the subject change.

Frank raised an eyebrow like Id forgotten something. "Not mad that Rachel pushed Annabeth into the pool?"

Dang it.

"Oh, no, I'm mad. That's what we were talking about, blowing off some steam," I said coolly.

"Mmm-hmm," It was clear that Frank wasn't buying it.

"Can we talk about something else?" I asked desperately.

Frank finally smiled genuinely. "Of course."

I sighed in relief. Relief that my boyfriend was so great he let the matter drop, even when his interest was evident.

"You're the best," I told him confidently.

Frank looked me directly in my eyes and I looked in his. "Nah. That title goes to you."

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