A-N-N-A-B-E-T-H

I woke up from yelling coming from the boys' dormitory. "Oh, for the love of Zeus," I groaned, rolling over and rubbing my eyes.

"What in Hades did they do now?" I was not a morning person. I dragged myself into the bathroom* and splashed some water on my face quickly. I stomped down the girls' dormitory stairs and up the boys' stairs, pulling my blond hair into a messy ponytail.

(A/N: Do they even HAVE bathrooms in the Gryffindor tower?)

I flung open the door. "What is going on?" Silence greeted me.

"Oh, honestly," I said, leaning against the doorframe. "I wake up to you wild animals yelling your heads off, and now that I've dragged myself out of bed to see what the noise is about, you stop yelling?!"

Leo raised his hand. His sleeve was on fire, but I didn't pay attention to that.

"Leo."

"Uh, should we keep on yelling...?"

"No, you idiot!"

Nico, who had been laying on his bed sleepily, muttered, "She's not a morning person. I'm not a morning person. We should all just go back to sleep..." His head drooped and he started snoring. I was pretty sure Leo had gave him some Hypnos pills or something. Nico isn't usually like that.

"Well? What was going on in here? Anyone care to explain?"

No one moved. I took in the weird positions they were all in- Neville had Seamus piled on top of him; Seamus had hot pink hair; Dean had a pillowcase on in his foot, and his hand was stuck behind his dresser; Harry was holding a shirt like a baseball bat; Ron had obviously fallen off his bed and was clutching his elbow; Nico was nearly falling off his bed; and Leo was on fire, a shirt on his head. From what it looked like, Leo caught on fire, everybody freaked out, Harry was trying to put out the fire with his shirt, everybody started throwing stuff everywhere, Nico ignored them. I really didn't know about Seamus and the hair.

I sighed. "Leo, you're on fire. Fix that."

"Oh!" Leo looked down. "That's why everyone was freaking out and Harry was hitting me with a shirt." He took the shirt Harry was holding and beat the flames out. Then he gave back the shirt. "Everything's peachy now!" I raised my eyebrows at him, then shut the door and walked down the stairs. I sighed and checked my watch. I had twenty minutes to get ready for classes.

I looked at my planner. I had basically the same schedule as Nico and Leo, but I had Potions with only Nico. Leo had Potions sometime else.

I asked a small girl with light brown hair pulled up into a high ponytail, where was the Transfiguration classroom. The girl looked up and gazed at me with dark brown eyes.

"It's over here," she said, making a left turn and going up some stairs. I quickly followed her, and we stopped by a wooden door that was slightly ajar. I could hear a woman speaking- probably Headmistress McGonagall, who for some reason is the Transfiguration teacher as well as being Headmistress.

"Thanks," I smiled at the girl. She grinned back, and said, "My name is Thalia Sondru. I'm a fourth year Ravenclaw, if you ever need my help again."

"You- your name is Thalia?"

"Um," Thalia looked a little confused, nervous, even hurt, "Yeah. I mean you can call me Kaiya if you want, that's my middle name-"

"No, no, it's okay," I interrupted. "It's just that I have a friend named Thalia too."

"Oh!" She looked relieved and she grinned. "Cool! But, uh," Thalia gestured towards the door, "You don't want to be late on your first class- and with Professor McGonagall too."

"Yeah, you're right. But I thought she was the Headmistress?"

"She is, but she prefers to be called Professor when she's teaching. "

"Oh. Well, see you around, Thalia," I gave her a little wave, "I need to be getting to class now."

"Ok. See you later!"

I slipped in the door and took a seat next to Nico. "Where's Leo?"

He shrugged. "Probably lost."

"We're supposed to work together to find-" I looked around to see if anyone was watching- "it."

"I don't know where he is, sorry." Nico shrugged and turned towards the front, where Professor McGonagall was starting the lesson. I sighed and shrugged too, then turned my attention on the Professor.

"Today we will be learning the spell Reversario Originale. It changes a object into what it was originally- for example, a wooden desk would turn into a tree." Murmurs of "Cool!" "Awesome!" and "Sweet!" bounced around the room. Professor McGonagall raised her hands.

"Quiet! We will not be testing out this spell on our desks," I heard some people say, "Awww."

"Instead, we will be testing them on these." Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and a ball of what seemed to be glass appeared on each of our desks. "If you do it correctly, they should turn into sand." Yup, glass.

I took out my (very special) wand and copied what Professor McGonagall was doing, muttering "Reversario Originale." The ball of glass in front of me shimmered, then faded away. I was worried for a second, then a pile of sand appeared in place of the ball.

"Wonderful, Miss Chase!" Professor McGonagall praised me as she inspected my handiwork approvingly. "Twenty points to Gryffindor." She nodded at me, then made her way to other students, praising or reprimanding them.

After inspecting every person's result, she returned to the front and announced, "Now you can choose up to three items from the cupboard and perform the spell on them."

I chose my three objects and transformed the first two, but stopped at the last. It was a statue of a person with wings- a fairy. The statue was made out of glass, and as tall as Riptide in pen form.

I raised my hand. "Professor McGonagall?"

"Yes?"

"What's this?"

Professor McGonagall's face changed at the sight of the statue. "Where did you find that?" She swooped down and grabbed the statue.

"It was in the cupboard," I explained.

"Well, it wasn't supposed to be there, that's for sure. I'll put this in its place, you go get another item from the cupboard." With that, she walked away. I sat there for a while, puzzled. Then I stood up and headed towards the cupboard.

"Leo, where were you?" As soon as the son of Hephaestus sat down at the Gryffindor table, I started interrogating him.

"Me?" Leo looked at me incredously. "Me? What about you?"

"What?" I was starting to get confused.

"You and Nico weren't there! I looked, but you weren't there!"

"Yes I was," I said. "We learned the spell Reversario Originale."

"Well, you sure weren't with me."

"Where did you go for Transfiguration?" I asked, getting suspicious.

"Well, I asked someone where the classroom was, and it took a really long time to get there. I was nearly late, but Professor Dolohov-"

"What?!" I nearly choked. "Did you just say that Professor Dolohov is your Transfiguration teacher?!"

"Yeah, so?"

"Haven't you read Hogwarts: A History II? Dolohov was a Death Eater!"

"Uh... does death taste good?"

I whacked him with my book.

"Ow!"

"So immature. A Death Eater is a follower of Voldemort- nodon'taskmewhoheisorcrackanotherjokeIwillexplain."

Leo closed his mouth. I took a breath. "But- αργότερα θα μιλήσουμε γι 'αυτό, επειδή οι άνθρωποι εδώ έχουν μια πολύ κακή ιστορία με τον Βόλντεμορτ και θα βρείτε περίεργο το γεγονός ότι δεν ξέρετε ποιος είναι."

Leo shrugged. "Γιατί δεν μιλάμε μόνο στα Ελληνικά;"

"Ηλίθιος, Λέων, δεν θα πρέπει να μιλάμε στα ελληνικά, διότι θα προσελκύσει ανεπιθύμητη προσοχή."

"I have learned my lesson!" Leo said dramatically. "I should never argue with a κόρη του Αθηνά- I'll never win!"

"Shut up, Leo," I hissed. "Someone here might να είναι σε θέση να μιλούν την Ελληνική γλώσσα!"

"Meh."

L-E-O

After all of the boring lessons with teachers who have British accents and after having dinner, we went to bed. Me, I couldn't sleep. So what did I do?

Set up magical barriers and have a karaoke party with myself, of course.

Nah, I kid, I kid. In reality, I built a mechanical mini yoga teacher.

No, seriously. I did. And I sprained a couple muscles trying to learn yoga. Three words: Yoga. Is. Brutal. But I quite liked the little guy, even though he was so serious. I named him "Joe McDonald," which he didn't seem to like. His browser searched up "McDonald" and he wasn't happy.

"McDonalds is an unhealthy fast food. McDonalds is not good for yoga."

I told him he needed to loosen up, and he said that he was already loose, but my leg muscles were being quite stubborn. I told him then that I could give him stubborn leg muscles and Joe McDonald shuddered.

"Stubborn leg muscles are bad for yoga."

"Dude, life isn't just yoga!"

He gave me this sarcastic look, which I don't know how it was possible (sarcastic looks weren't programmed into his system), then replied, "You made me for yoga. My life IS just yoga."

I couldn't argue with that.

Now I was propped up in bed, having chased Joe McDonald all around the boys' dormitories, trying not to wake anyone up, and successfully deactivated him. I finally drifted off to sleep.

The Dreams Of Leo Valdez, Bad Boy Supreme:

I was standing on a palm tree. I didn't know how the tree was holding my weight, but it was. Then, it wasn't. The leaves and trunk sort of disappeared under me, and I slid into the earth.

I had bad experiences with earth. From when I was young, the earth had ruined my life. It had taken my mom away from me, and caused this whole war. It was Queen Dirt Face.

I panicked as soon as the earth swallowed me, but I was immobilized. I couldn't move, talk, see- I didn't even realize I wasn't breathing. Suddenly, I was standing in a dark room, with barely any light. The only light that I could see confirmed that this was a jail cell.

A creaking caught my attention. A door in the wall that I hadn't noticed swung open, and a girl was pushed inside. The door closed, and the girl struggled to her knees. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. As she raised her face up, the light reflected on her face and I realized who she was. I tried to scream but I couldn't. How could she be here?

The girl's hair was cut jaggedly, looking as if someone had taken chunks of hair and cut through. Her face was clean, amazingly, but the rest of her body was covered in scrapes and cuts and injuries and in general, lots of blood.

She slowly crawled to a corner to the best of her ability (those handcuffs looked heavy), then curled up and drifted off to sleep. I stayed there for a while, just watching.

The door banged open. The girl jolted awake, fear beginning to show in her eyes. I couldn't believe it. She wasn't scared of anything!

A snake slithered in, coiling around her ankle. It pulled her slowly towards the door, showing remarkable strength for a snake. The girl was dragged through the opening protesting, and then she screamed.

It was a scream of fear, yes, but it was more than that. It was a scream of anger, of loss of faith. She'd lost her faith that this agony would ever end, I realized. But that one scream, it showed her feelings perfectly. It was a scream of hate, a scream of resistance. She'd lost faith, but not her spirit. She could be tortured for eternity, but she would never stop screaming. Now, this sounds like a bad thing, but if she truly gave up, she would simply take all the blows mindlessly. The scream showed that even though she felt pain and fear, she still was fighting. I felt a flicker of hope inside of me.

The girl was dragged out and the door clanged shut.

I woke up screaming.

"Calypso!"