Annabeth parted ways with Travis and Connor to Transfiguration class. On our way to Care of Magical Creatures, we met up with Thalia.

"Ugh! Who knew learning History of Magic could be so deadly!" cried Thalia.

"Deadly?" asked Percy.

"Yeah. It was boring enough to make me want to stab myself with my hunting knife."

"Well, if you do die, would you mind bringing him with you to Father's?" suggested Nico, and Thalia growled then lunged at him. He sidestepped, letting her stumble past him.

I chuckled. "I thought that too, only with my swords, since it's practically impossible to drown myself. It was really bad, even with Nico in the room. And that is saying a lot, because the mortal students thought it was the most interesting class they have with Binns. I don't want to know what it would be like if Nico wasn't there." We shuddered.

"Why is it impossible to drown yourself?" We turned to see the Golden Trio, as my friends and I dubbed them as, standing behind us. "It is possible if planned thoroughly. And what does Nico have anything to do with Professor Binns?"

"Well, you see, our father had created this spell, or was it a potion? Oh, well. Anyways it made him immune to water for as long as he lives. That power, so to speak, had been passed down unto Percy and I," I lied with major emphasis on for as long as he lives.

"But how is that possible? I've researched that possibility two years ago for Harry's second task on the Triwizard Tournament, and nothing came up as such."

I shrugged. "How should we know? Father never told us. As for Nico, I do not know the answer to that. Now it would be best if we head to class now. We don't want to be late, do we?" The four of us turn and left the Trio.

"That was close," commented Nico. We started speaking Ancient Greek so that no one would know what we were talking about.

"Created immunity to water for as long as he lives?" said Percy. "Never told us how he did it? Do not know the answer to that?"

"It was the best I could come up with on the spot, okay?" I said. "I'd love to hear you come up with a better one."

"If I hadn't known better, I would say that you're a daughter of Athena," commented Thalia.

"I agree with her," said Nico.

"So I've been told."

"Okay, class," began Hagrid. He was the teacher for Care of the Magical Creatures and the groundskeeper of Hogwarts (hehe!). "Today we're going to learn about Pegasus."

Percy and my friends raised their eyebrows, although I had expected it. You see, while I was grooming Levánta earlier, Hagrid came up to me and asked if he could use the Pegasus for his class; they were the topics for the semester. I said sure, since the Pegasus didn't mind. I told them that they were to behave and help Hagrid, and they did.

Thirteen Pegasi came out, and Levánta stood out with her pure white coat, wings and tail. Well, not exactly. Sure, there were some who were white, but they were darker by just a few shades. They were like really light cream and white mixed together. If Levánta wasn't there, anyone could have mistaken these cream colored Pegasus for white. I could tell that she mesmerized the students. "First of all, I will warn you that the snow-white one is completely off limits…"

I ignored the rest of what he said and conjure up a box of dumplings. "You just ate like what, two, three hours ago? And you're eating again?" asked Nico.

"What?" I paused eating, my hand with the dumpling inches away from my mouth. "I'm hungry. I have fast metabolism, okay? Jeez!" Thalia, Nico and Percy just shook their heads, and I stuck my tongue out.

I could get use to this, said Porkpie. We looked and saw the students bowing down to the Pegasus with the exception of the Slytherin group of course. The other Pegasus agreed. Once Hagrid deemed it okay, he let the students groom the Pegasus. Only Levánta and Blackjack avoided the students. We walked around them. I had finished my dumplings by the time we had gotten to the contrasting Pegasus.

I was reaching out to Levánta when Ms. I'm-A-Goody-Two-Shoes-And-Know-It-All said, "Ariana don't! Hagrid told us not to touch that!"

I frowned. The way she referred to Levánta was like she was referring to a disease. "First of all, this Pegasus is a she, not a that. How would you feel if someone referred to you as that? And second of all, he warned us, not told us. There is a difference, get it right," I corrected her.

Hermione was taken back. "Don't talk to her like that!" Ron defended.

"If you don't want me to talk to her like that, then correct her use of words," I snapped back. Wind sped up, and the clouds darkened and swirled above us.

"Sis! Calm down," Percy said sharply. Thalia and Nico stepped forward; ready to stop the fight they knew that was brewing. Another thing about being a kid of Poseidon is that we're unpredictable, like the ocean; anything can set us off. I'm not really sure what factors plays a part here, but there are times when someone said something like that, and I would correct them patiently, and there are times when I would snap at them.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I let it out slowly, the oncoming hurricane receded. "Excuse me, I need to groom my Pegasus." I stalked over to the grooming supplies.

I came back a moment later and heard Percy say, "—a bit snappy. She doesn't mean any of it though." For the rest of the grooming part I ignored them. It's just one of those days when it is just not your best, you know?

Then Hagrid said that the students could ride them. "Ariana, would mind leading them?"

"Sure," I put the supplies back and then climbed unto Levánta expertly. "Since we're flying them, I was actually thinking on leaving two Pegasus behind to keep the students occupied. I was also thinking of bringing five Gryffindors and five Slytherins. Is that fine?"

"Excellent idea!"

"Hey, Sea Breath," said Thalia.

"What, Pine Head?"

"Are you sure you're not Mrs. Wise's kid?"

"She has a point," said Nico.

I rolled my eyes and didn't answer her. I took out a pen and paper. "I am thinking of a number between 1 and 50, and you guess which one I'm thinking of. The first five people to get as close to the number gets to ride," I address the Slytherin crowd. "They seemed please with being addressed first Please don't repeat an already said number. And uh, remember what you picked." Then they started to randomly spat out numbers. "Alright. When I call out your number please step forward, and choose your Pegasus. 19, 24, 25, 27 and 32." They did as they were told.

Hey, Ma'am. Can I stay here with Boss? Asked Blackjack. I nodded. Sweet! Awesome, thanks! Can I have a donut?

"Percy, Blackjack wants a donut."

Hey, can I have one too? Asked another one.

Me too! Added a third one. Pretty soon, all of the male Pegasi were asking for one, which made up nearly two-third of the ones present.

I sighed. "Never mind. The male ones all want a donut."

"You can pick anyone of the Pegasi but that pure black one," I pointed at Blackjack. "He is off limits, too." I repeated the process with the Gryffindors, while Percy fed the male Pegasi donuts. Seriously, what is it with them and donuts?

Of course this would happen to me: picking the number one rivals and enemies between the two houses. I sighed. My randomness had picked Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Zabini Blaise from the Slytherin house and Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan.

Yup. Them. I learned very quickly that they hate each other. How? Well, it's simple really. Not within ten minutes into the flight and they were trying to knock the other house off their Pegasus. Of course, they couldn't knock them off physically, but they did it magically. Physically, they don't have the skill to do it. Well, it was only the Slytherin group that was trying to knock the Gryffindors off, since I managed to stop them just before they went into an all out war of Who Can knock The Other House Off Of Their Pegasus The Most.

Earlier that morning, I had talked to the Pegasus, while I was grooming Levánta. Zulu, a chocolate brown Pegasus, had told me that he flew around Hogwarts an hour before Levánta and I took off. So naturally I put him in the front. I was in the back, so I can make sure that no accident would happen on the flight. Draco Malfoy was riding him, the same blond haired, grey-eyed prince—BOY! Boy from Potions class.

…What? Why are you looking at me like that? Let me get one thing straight, okay? I don't like him. I mean sure, I won't argue that he's smart and talented and handsome and—stop looking at me like that! He's rude, arrogant, mean and probably have no sense of humor. Honestly! … Oh this is just great. I'm starting to think like a British person now. Next I'll be sipping teas in gardens and speaking with a British accent…I should really get back to the story now.

As I was saying, I was at the back keeping an eye on things, when a light coming from my left shot at Hermione, which nearly knocked her off her Pegasus and successfully spooked Guido. Luckily, Guido managed to calm down in time to helped Hermione balanced up again. I could hear snickers from the direction of the assaulter.

"Are you alright?" I asked. She nodded, still in shock.

"Why you—" Ron and Harry took out their wands to avenge their friends.

"I will handle it." I interrupted them. They nodded. When you live the life I have, you learn how to speak sharply so that there would be no room for argument in your voice.

I went up to Crabbe who was the only one with his wand out. "Why did you do that?"

"Because she is a Gryffindor and a filthy mud-blood," barked Parkinson. The Gryffindors gasped and Crabbe and Goyle laughed.

"I believe I wasn't asking you, Ms. Parkinson," I said. "Well?"

"Uh…" was all I got.

"Hn. Incompetent," I murmured. I told Levánta and Blaze to hold steady as I jumped from my Pegasus to Crabbe's. I could feel the other's eyes on me. "How would you like it, if I knock you off of Blaze?" I grabbed his collar and held him a little off the chestnut-colored Pegasus.

"I won't do it again!" He said quickly.

"Make sure that you don't. I'll be watching."

And that's how I knew. The Slytherins minus Draco and Blaise were giving me the stink eye. I sighed. Hm, come to think of it, I hardly heard Draco utter a single word. The only time were I heard him speak was at Potions Class. From what I've heard from the Golden Trio the night we met, he usually taunts them whenever he could.

I looked at the others who were busy talking to their own housemates, so I decided to talk to Draco. He looked like he needed somebody to talk to. It has nothing to do with how cute he looks when he's frowning.

"Hey," I greeted. "So, how do you like flying on a Pegasus so far?" He ignored me. "Is the feeling of flying on a Pegasus different from what you feel when you're flying on a broom stick?" I was answered by silence. "You know it's rude to ignore people when they are talking to you." I could hear the crickets chirping. "Hmph! Fine. Suite yourself. I was just trying to be friendly." I said dejectedly.

"Stay away from my Drakie-Poo, you filthy blood traitor!" Screeched Parkinson, who was now flying up to me.

"Drakie-Poo…?" I raised an eyebrow and looked at Draco. He doesn't looked too please with being called that. I chuckled. "I'm going to start calling you Drakie-Poo from now on." He glared at me, which is next to nothing compared to the death glares I've received from the monsters and Titans, all of whom my friends and I thwarted the plans of something or another.

"Hey, Anime Freak!"

I looked back to see Percy riding towards me with Blackjack. "What, Blue Weirdo?" I call him because as you all know, he obsessed over the color blue to the point of having blue food. I might as well turn him blue.

"Hagrid said to come back. You've been gone a long time," he answered.

"We have?" I always loose track of time whenever I'm flying with Levánta.

"Yeah. Almost the entire period."

"Oh. Well, then we should go back then."

Well, there you have it, the fourth chapter, and a little bit of Draco and Ariana moment in the end. I apologized for taking so long to update; I had a little uh, writer's block. Anyways, please no flamers, just constructive criticism.