Hi! I've had LOADS of reviews, and requests for longer chapters. Sorry, but they seem so LONG in the document!
Ari woke up, marveling. She was not on the usual rough black canvas comforter that sat atop her bed, like usual, but on a soft, fluffy, bright white blanket, her head atop a fluffed pillow. She sat up and squinted. Where was she?
Then she remembered. Lotus Hotel. Mom telling her it wasn't safe for her in the Underworld. Fun, forevermore. Ari snorted. Yeah, right.
She got up and pulled off her itchy, scratchy, gray, plain gray sleepshirt, her silky white night shorts that went all the way down to her knobby knees, and undersized socks.
Instead, she put on a dull, pale, mint green, logo-less long-sleeved t-shirt, frayed and faded grey jeans that were a tad too short, floppy, itchy black socks, and black leather hunting boots that looked like hand-Me-downs. Which they were. From a girl named Zoë in Elysium.
She went to the kitchenette, and opened up the fridge. Ignoring the junk food, she pulled out the stuff to make a tomato and cheese omelet. She fried up the oven and started cooking that exact same thing.
When she was done eating, she said to herself, "I'm bo-o-oo- ored." She tried the exit. Locked. She tried the door to the small study room, which contained a desk with a swivel chair and a laptop with internet, books in various shelves, and several squishy black armchairs and assorted tables.
She sat in an armchair and sighed.
It was gonna be a lo-o-ong time until fall, when her mom was picking her up from this hellhole, she thought.
Nico sat in an offside chamber, listening to Dumbledore. Finally, Dumbledore declared, "And we have an exchange student from America this year! Please meet Nico with kindness."
Nico stood up. That's my cue, he thought and went in.
"He will be sorted," said Dumbly, no, Dumbles, no, Dumbleshore, yeah, that's it, no, wait, DUMBLEDORE, "Please, Minerva, if I may?"
Nico Sat down and put on the hat. It screamed. "OH MY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT ASSING DAMN FRICKEN GOD, GET ME OFF THIS KID. HE'S SEEN DAMN WORSE THAN VOLDEMORT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! IF SOMEONE CAN SURVIVE THAT, THEN GOD DAMN IT, GRYFFINDOR, JUST GET ME OFF!"
Everyone was shocked as Nico sat at the far edge of the Gryffindor table and started eating silently.
There was no applause for Nico.
Only fear.
Hullo, people! (Looks at word count) 427?! Grr! Sorry for cussing, but, jeez, rated T!
Also, I spent an HOUR to get this word count, typing on my Kindle's tiny keys and fixing mistakes. IT IS HARD. TRUST ME.
Well, hope you enjoyed!