"I knew that coming to a place like this might end up putting people at risk of a Rogue God showing up sooner or later but I certainly wasn't expecting this." Hermione said a few days later while they were in their personal common room. While normally it was just the three of them, as of lately they've had a few unexpected, and that's putting it lightly, guests.

One was the idiotic and annoying Italian Campione, Salvatore Doni. He'd shown up three days ago after the mess he caused regarding an ancient seal and a Rogue God, well more accurately two of them. While the thought of tossing him out and feeding him to the wolves was a tempting one it was decided to just leave him be for now at least, besides he'd find a way to keep coming back no matter what they did. He was worse than a puppy.

The second one on the other hand was a whole new can of worms in and of itself.

"That's not nice. I haven't even done anything, yet." The Divine Ancestor known as Guinevere says in protest from her spot at the table.

After the surprise and near heart stopping meeting with Athena before she nearly tore half of Japan apart the organization had brought Guinevere to Hogwarts. This was due to them fearing that without him there it would be near impossible to keep her in check, and subsequently stop the Rogues and monsters targeting her.

"That doesn't change the fact that you are a huge trouble magnet." He says to the goddess.

'Pot meet kettle.' Both Hermione and Neville think simultaneously with sweat drops.

It was quite ironic that the reason the childishly arguing duo made great partners is that they always got into trouble just by doing everything from blinking to walking.

"Anyways enough fooling around." That had everyone both sweat dropping and shooting glares at the lazy Italian. "The reason that the both of us are here is to alert you to a possible appearance of another Rogue God. Since this one seems to be heading towards you the Black Prince decided to make you do it." He said to the surprise of absolutely no one.

It was well known to the entire world that the fate of the entire world could be at stake, but if he had research to do he wouldn't even twitch to lend a hand.

"Oh come on. What is it with gods. I swear I can't get five seconds of peace. And here I thought luck was starting to be on my side. Is there a prediction on how long we have until its arrival?"

"Right now the situation is a bit unclear. At most I'd say maybe a month and a half, if we're lucky." Which they never are, but for now it was best to stick to that time frame and hope for the best that nothing disastrous occurs beforehand. Although if team meddlesome would stop pestering them it'd be a lot easier.

Ask and you shall receive.

Sometimes I wonder if my luck would be better if I had killed a Luck God instead of a magic one.

Since Doni had finally gone home it was time to meet up with whiskers. I had sent a House Elf with a note telling him to come to Professor Flitwick's office alone. Of course I knew from the start that he wouldn't listen as he likes to pretend to be the only authority in the world. His arrogance is why I was against coming to this school in the first place but no one ever listens to me.

To make sure that the idiots didn't try to do anything too stupid he had Guinevere bind them to their chairs with a silencing ward around them. They've been ranting to no one for the last half hour. At first it was popcorn cinema amusing and now they were just waiting for the morons to tire themselves out. Or go blue in the face and pass out, whichever one was more amusing.

"Now that everyone's all comfortable it's time to get this meeting started. You have five minutes, if you annoy me enough I'm out and might possibly-"

AN: Cliffhanger, I know that it might be obvious what he's about to say but trust me it's not. I Would've posted this and the others sooner but due to a colossal idiotic bastard I've been in a very bad mood