Breakfast With a Very Creative Demigod
Me: So, I lied last chapter. I wanted to go ahead and post this one. It's a lot shorter and more of filler. I know, I'm evil. However, the two submitted OC's will probably show up next chapter. Now, ON WITH-
Raisa: What about the disclaimer?
Me: What?
Thor: You usually do a disclaimer before the story.
Me: Darn. Thought I could away with it this time.
Percy: She doesn't own me or Harry.

Harrys look at me from every direction. Only the professors and demigods aren't Harry. And cue an outburst from Toady.

"Who did this atrocious act?" Wow. She can pronounce that? I see Fred and George stand up and get ready to claim it. That is so not going to happen.

"Hey! In the pink!" Half the girls look at me. "Not you. I mean Umbridge! Toady! Lady!" She stands up and glares at me.

"How dare you treat me with this disrespect?"

"Easy. I'll tell you what I told Gryffindor, any respect you get from me will be earned." Fred and George begin talking.

"We did-"

"Shut up Twin Gingers! I was the one who came up with the plan!" I shout. The whole hall quiets down. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to lie andsteal? That's my job. So, I changed everyone into Harry. Here's the proof." I toss Dumbledore a bottle of Polyjuice potion with Harry's hair in it. He nods.

"It seems Miss Sherman is telling the truth. This is indeed Polyjuice Potion." Umbridge stands up again. I didn't know she had sat down. Damn, that's one short lady.

"Miss Sherman, you have detention starting tonight to Wednesday. 5:00 sharp." I yawn loudly.

"Look, lady, getting three days of detention isn't that bad. At my old school, I got detention from every single teacher I had within five minutes of being in class. And I had them for three months. Do I look like a person who cares about detention?"

"No but you should be," mutters Percy.

"NO!" I scream. Thalia looks at me funnily.

"You okay, Ariel?"

"P-percy said I should care about getting detention! Percy, of all people!"

"Perce, do you need a doctor?" Percy scowled.

"No. Why would I need a doctor?"

"You got kicked out of a load of schools! I only get detentions-"

"Yes, and how you're still in Beta Club, we have no idea," says Grace. I glare at her.

"I know why he's like this. It's cause he loves Annabeth. Lover Boy." He glares at me.

"It's cause I'm concerned that my sister going to turn into a Stoll!" I gag.

"Listen, Squirtle. They're just pranksters. I do my pranks in our little group. Solo. I may team up with others, but keep your enemies closest. The Stolls are too weird, immature, stupid, and just thieves for me to team up with."

"Look, people, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. So lets eat!" interrupts Malfoy.

"Fine. I have junk food and Fruit loops for us unless you want to be Harry."

"I want some," says all the demigods. I pass some out to everyone.

"So, Nico. Truth or dare," I say as soon as all of us are settled down and eating. He pales and considers the option.

"Door number three?"

"Dare! Excellent. I dare you to go kiss Umbridge on the cheek and tell her that you lover her." He glares at me before getting up and walking to the Teachers' table. He goes up to Umbridge and kisses her.

"I love you," he chokes out. The hall stares at him. He gags and stumbles back here. "Sherman, you are so dead. Luna, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Is there anyone at camp who you have a crush on?"

"No. Malfoy, t or d?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to yell, 'I love Professor Trelawney.'" I giggle.

"No way."

"Dragon, this is strip truth or dare."

"I'm taking off my shirt then. Naomi, truth or dare," he asks while pulling off his shirt.

"Truth."

"What famous celebrity have you had a crush on?"

"How do you not know this? Chris Hemsworth. He's so Thor-y. I don't have one anymore, though. Nev, t or d?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to...turn everyone's hair neon green. Including the teachers." He shrugs and does it. Dumbledore chuckles.

"A very ingenious dare, Miss Sherman. I must say, fifty points to Gryffindor."

"HA! Take that you stupid Slytherins!" Draco stands up, probably to defend himself. "Shut up Draco, you know it's true."

"Not all of us are idiots."

"Nope. Just most of you."

"Um, Thalia. T or d?" asks Neville.

"Dare."

"I dare you to call Snape...What was it Naomi?"

"Princess Silvermoon Fairywing Glimmer McSparkles."

"Yeah that." Thalia nods and steps on Gryffindor Table.

"Snape. Am I allowed to call you Princess Silvermoon Farywing Glimmer McSparkles?" she asks innocently. Snape turns pale in anger.

"How dare you?"

"Give it a rest, Snivelly!" I call out from the under the table, disguising my voice. He glares at the hall.

"Fifty points to whosever house finds this person first." I chuckle. This is so much fun. I crawl out from under the table and dust off my jeans.

"I know who it is! Ooh! Pick me! Me!"

"Who is it?"

"I'm the one! Yay, me! Gryffindor gets 100 points in an hour! Is that some sort of record?"

"Yes, Miss Sherman. Getting 100 points in under an hour is indeed a record. Miss Lovegood and Mister Malfoy, you may both join Gryffindor if you like." Luna starts to glow. Literally. It's like she has mirrors. Damn.

"Luna, did you get the house-elves to shine lights on you? With those damned mirrors again?"

"Oh, no. She just randomly starts glowing for no damn reason. What do you think, Ariel?" demands Grace.

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I have so many ideas on what to do during DADA. It'll be so much fun." Umbridge looks at me suspiciously.

"And they would be?"

"Make little models of Voldemort and enchant them to attack each other. Attack the desks as if they were your enemy. Let the transfer students teach a lesson, in which the more annoying kids may die. Give us lots of candy and sugar. Lat us die your hair pink, since you seem to be unusually fond of the colour." She draws herself up to her full height.

"You have a week of detentions. You-"

"I'm sorry, but I can't see you. Are you standing up or sitting down?" I call. The hall erupts into fits of laughter and I, being the wonderful person that I am, smirked. "Isn't it almost time for class? Or whatever? Getting schedules? Anyone?" The hall stares at me in confusion. Professor Dumbledore chuckles. The group stares at me furiously.

"Miss Sherman, I don't think all the students know Greek." Oh. I could make a perfect blonde.

"Sorry! It's my first language. Don't kill me!" I say the last part to Percy, who looks like he could skin me apart.

"Like I could," he snorts.

"Technically, to kill me, we just have to get into a deadly training battle. I just have to get you there(A/N: let's pretend Percy got the Curse of Achilles back after the Giant War)." He pales.

"How do you know that?"

"Truth or dare gets very interesting when you play with me. To put it mildly. Especially when Annabeth knows your secrets."

"Jerk."

"Is this new to you? Seriously?" The students head up to their heads of house. So to McGonagall we march.

"Ah. You seven all share Mr. Potter's schedule. Mr. Malfoy, Miss Lovegood, will you be joining Gryffindor House?"

"Yes. We will."

"Excellent. We could use some brighter students and considering who your mother is, you should do well. Miss Sherman, Mr. Jackson, please don't blow up the school." I gape at her.

"I've never blown up a school! I've just destroyed the Science Lab by mixing acetone peroxide with ammonium chlorate and nitrogen. You would have done it to, if you had Mrs. Delsen. Mrs. Dodds sister. Percy's blown up a school, though."

"Very well. Here are your schedules. Just follow Mr. Potter."

"Got it. Thanks!" I head off, running through the crowds of students.

This was a very short chappie. I'd like your opinion. Would you rather me update once every week with chapter about 1,500 words, or once every two-three weeks with chapters 2,000+ words? Tell me in a review or PM me. Or you could take the poll on my profile.