After a long flight to Hogwarts (hehe! Hogwarts – I still can't get enough of that) we arrived. The plan was to arrive in mid-afternoon, so we have a chance to explore the school; however, we were late because we had to stop three or four times for an hour or so to give the Pegasus some rest and food. I mean, we could have gone the whole way without stopping, but that would be just cruel to the Pegasus, you know?

Anyways, we arrived early evening. Did I mention that already? I did? Well, I guess I should get on with the story. The school itself was magnificent; it was your typical old, wizard, gothic, giant castle with large windows. It was the kind you would see in movies. We landed near a lake and were met with three people: an old dude, a huge dude and a stern looking woman.

"Ah you have arrived, demigods. I am Albus Dumbledore, but you may call me Professor Dumbledore," he was the old dude. He was practically white except for his clothes. I thought he was albino. He had long white hair, long white beard, and both were almost touching the ground. I stifled a laugh, but failed to stop the snort that resulted of stifling it, as I looked over the old man's choice of clothing. I know it was suppose to be a robe, but I can't help thinking that it's a dress. And seriously, isn't that a bit stereotypical?

"This is Professor McGonagall," he indicated to the woman whose stern face reminds me of Athena, whenever she is looking at Percy and thinking, I couldn't believe that my daughter is dating this boy.

"And this is Hagrid, the groundskeeper. He will be the one taking care of your Pegasus."

The huge man came forward to my Pegasus and reached out his hand, "My, she is a lovely creature."

Uh-oh. "Don't-" Too late. Levánta reared up and kicked her front legs, neighing ferociously. My relatives and the wizards backed up except for Hagrid who stood frozen. I moved in front of them, waving my arms, trying to calm my Pegasus down.

"Whoa! It's okay! It's okay, girl, it's okay. I won't let anyone touch you."

My lady, I'm sorry. You are hurt.

"It's alright, girl. It's alright." I was so focus on calming Levánta down, that I didn't notice the blood that trickled down my forearm from when her hooves scraped me. I continued stroking her muzzle.

After while, she calmed down but was still spooked. I would have to ride her later after dinner. I turned to address the three wizards. "For the safety of the students and the staff members, it would be best if none of them touch and/or get within wingspan of Levánta, you three included. She doesn't like it when they are that near her." They nodded.

You see Levánta doesn't trust people, except for Percy and me, although she is still wary of Percy (she only trusts him because he's the son of Poseidon.) I found her one-day in the forest, while I was taking a break from training. She was injured, so naturally I nursed her back to health. Later, I found out that she escaped from one of Kronos ships, because she was being abused and tortured. It was because of that, that she distrusts people. Even when I was trying to nurture her back to health, she was fighting me. It took a lot of bites, kicks and head-butts to get her to trust me. Now Levánta trusts me completely.

We stood before the giant, wooden doors with a bunch of eleven year olds in front of us. Dumbledore had Hagrid take the Pegasus to where he keeps the magical creatures earlier. After waiting for like an eon, (it might have been minutes, but with ADHD, it felt like eons) the doors finally open. If you thought that the outside was amazing, then the inside was breathtaking. The Great Hall was huge with a high ceiling that was enchanted to look like the night sky; enchanted floating candles lit up the entire room. Four long tables stretched to the front where the teacher's table was situated facing the students'. Above each table has a banner hanging directly on top of it; each had a different color and had a different animal.

"Now as I call your name, come forward and place this hat on your head to know your houses," said McGonagall. One by one the first years were called, until the only one that remains standing were we, the demigods.

"Another great year for Hogwarts have arrived," started Dumbledore. "And to make this year even more special, we had invited a couple of wizards abroad from America to join us this year. Please treat them with respect and nicely, because they have quite a temper and won't hesitate to uh . . . hurt you if you don't."

He would know. In addition to telling him that Levánta is off limits, Percy and Clarisse had a fight over the usual: who's better than the two of them. Needless to say, the teacher trio finds out our quick-tempered problem and our ruthless way defend our honor and pride. The fight was an even match; both are bloodied. I had to douse Percy with salt water, and Clarisse was given a little bit of ambrosia.

"Nico di Angelo." Nico came up and did what the first had done. A minute later the hat yelled, "Slytherin!" and the green-bannered table at the far end cheered. Nico stood up and went there.

"Annabeth Chase."

"Ravenclaw!'

"Katie Gardner."

"Hufflepuff!"

"Thalia Grace."

"Gryffindor

"Ariana Jackson." I walked forward and sat down. Another demigods, eh? Said the hat. I stiffened so slightly that only the trained eye will be able to see. I relax once I thought that the others have gone through this. There are eight more after me you know, I countered. Oh, I know. But now, where to put you? You have the qualities of all four houses. Hm. It seems to me that your most pronounced personality is bravery, which would put you in GRYFFINDOR!

A table to the far right erupted into cheers, and I walked over and sat down as Thalia and I slap high fives.

"Perseus Jackson." I looked over to where Percy was; as he was walking up to the chair, he smirked at Nico, Clarisse and the Stoll brothers and rubbed his fingers in a manner of saying Pay up. Nico and Clarisse glared at him, while Connor and Travis looked like they will be plotting revenge. The said four each tossed a drachma in his way; he sat down. "Gryffindor!"

"Lou Ellen."

Once he sat down, I looked at him questionably. "Nico, Clarisse and I made a bet: which 'house' you will be in. I bet that you'll in Gryffindor, Nico bet you'll be in Ravenclaw, Clarisse said you'll be in Hufflepuff, and the Stolls bet you'd be in Slytherin."

"Ravenclaw!"

"I'm not sure, how to respond to that," I said, even though Thalia and I were amused.

"Piper McLean."

"Gryffindor!

"Will Solace."

"Gryffindor!"

"Connor Stoll."

"Gryffindor!"

"Travis Stoll."

"Gryffindor!"

"Clarisse la Rue."

"Slytherin!"

"Leo Valdez."

"Hufflepuff!"

They had all each taken their seats. Dumbledore made a speech once again about how great the school year will be. "I would like to remind students and inform the new ones that the Forbidden Forest is off limits. Also in addition to the Forbidden Forest, the Pegasus that is currently being taking care of Hagrid are off limits, especially the white one. The owners aren't responsible for any injuries that comes from being within wingspan of them."

I looked to Percy and caught his eye. Somewhere to my left, I heard a pair of twin redhead murmur, "Wicked." Why do I have a feeling that they will be the first ones to get injured? I sighed. Great. Another pair of Connor and Travis. This ought to be an interesting year. Well, if they are anything like those two, then there is no sense in telling them that they aren't allowed to do something.

As if he heard them, Dumbledore looked to the twins, who had introduced themselves as Fred and George, with amusement twinkling in his eyes. "And now, without any further adieu, let's feast!"

The empty table was now filled with food fit for a kingdom. I wonder what they do for gym. I mean if there is gym, but I have a feeling that they don't. It's no wonder that these wizards seem so unfit.

I stared at my food, not daring to eat. "Hey," I looked up to another redhead boy, Ron, as he stuffs his face with food; he looks like the type to throw a tantrum, if he is left out on something, and that could be anything. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "Why aren't you eating?"

"It is rude and improper to talk when your mouth is full," I said. He flushed with embarrassment.

"Honestly, Ron," said a brunette named Hermione while she shook her head.

"Um," Thalia looked at Percy and I for explanation. Percy shrugged.

I sighed, knowing Percy won't answer. "We can't eat unless we do something first." I looked at Percy pointedly. He immediately got up and went to the Headmaster, grumbling. From the corner of my eye, I saw the Stoll Brothers, Thalia, Piper and Will shudder. Another thing you might want to know about me is that I have a temper that would match the Ares cabin and a brain that rivals Athena cabin; so angering me would be very uh, suicidal. The others would know because at one point, Percy mad me mad and well, he went thirsty and hungry for a few days. They had just watch Percy being miserable, and no one helped him, including his girlfriend.

Anyways. Percy returned after a few minutes and gestured for us to follow him to the front of the room. Behind Dumbledore's chair was a hearth; I dumped the best part of each dish on my plate and said, "For Poseidon." After that I went back to my sit, and Ron was looking at us like we had just committed a crime.

"What was that for?"

"Family tradition." The rest of dinner was fulfilling to say the least. The Weasley twins and the Stoll brothers hit it off amazingly perfect, which worried and scared me at the same time. I guess I should be sleeping with one eye open. The boys were hitting on Piper, Thalia glowered at every boy who tried to hit on her, Will was talking to another Gryffindor whose name I had forgotten, and Percy and I talked to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

The prefects, Ron and Hermione, led us to the Gryffindor common room.

"The boys dorms are to the right, and girls are to the left. Curfew is nine p.m. sharp. You will find your trunks at the foot of your bed. If you have any questions, feel free to ask either Ron or me or any of the older students."

Thalia, Piper, and I went upstairs to my dorm. "Hey wait!" We turned to see Hermione walking towards us. "The girls dorm rooms are this way." She pointed to the door where Ginny, Ron's younger sister, was standing.

"We know," said Thalia.

"Our parents arranged for us to have private rooms," added Piper.

"I never knew we were allowed private rooms," said Ginny.

"We're not," said Hermione as she eyed us suspiciously.

"No, we're not," I replied. "However, our parents were insistent on us having private rooms. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to go to bed, because I am tired." I turned and walked to my room.

What I saw inside just made me fall in love with it immediately. The floor was designed to looked like the ocean floor, the wall mirrored the way the water looked when the sun shines it and the ceiling imitated the surface of the ocean from an underneath view. In addition to that, the walls were decorated with beautiful and colorful fishes and corals. My furniture was white and some had a sandy looked to it; there was also a chandelier made of pearls in the middle of the ceiling. I had a waterbed with white bedding sheets.

After changing to my short shorts and tank top, I flopped down on my bed and immediately fell asleep.

Well, there you have it, the second chapter. I feel as though this chapter is just full of description. Anyway, no flamers, just constructive criticisms.