Book 2: Swords and Wands: The Prisoner of Azkaban

Summary: The demigods return in their second year to more surprises then they would ever have thought. Who is this Sirius Black and what does he have to do with Harry Potter? Find out in Book 2 of Swords and Wands

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, HOO, or HP and I never will.

Chapter 8: Return to Hogwarts

"Seventeen."

"Sixteen, no more, no less."

"Seventeen, no less."

Annabeth sighed and pressed her head further into the cushion, hoping it would magically block out the noise of Leo and Rachel's argument about gods know what. The two seemed to hit it off in the worse way possible. They haven't stopped arguing all break and it was giving Annabeth a constant headache. Even Luna, who was perched on her seat next to Leo quietly, looked almost annoyed, if she could achieve the expression.

Meanwhile, Percy, Jason, and Piper were playing a game of Winkles and Argurs. They were using a bag of every flavored beans to play. They loudly argued and called each other names while trying to distract their opponents. It seemed like none of them would every win since they so evenly matches.

Frank and Hazel made up the cheer squad; cheering for Percy with so much enthusiasm it made you want to stand up and start doing a cheer yourself. Well, they were cheering until they started arguing about who was better at cheering. They, too, joined the yelling.

To make it better, Rachel and Leo were yelling too now.

"SIXTEEN!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

"SIXTEEN!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

"SIXTEEN!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

"SIXTEEN!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

"SIXTEEN!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

"SIXTEEN!"

"Wait a second!"

"Ha! I win!"

"Not fair!"

"Totally fair!"

"Nah-uh!"

"Yeah-uh!

"Nah-uh!"

"Yeah-uh!"

Annabeth grabbed the bridge of her nose-Leo needs to remember he is not really a twelve-year-old-and put the book she was attempting to read down. She had read the same sentence six times already and she still couldn't comprehend a single word due to all the noise. Wrapping herself further in her Slytherin scarf, she closed her eyes and breathed slowly.

That was until the bag of beans hit her on the nose. Annabeth's eyes snapped open and she shot forward, her steely gaze locking onto the victims. Her grey eyes sharpened like a lion going in for the kill. Percy and Piper were pointing at Jason who was looking at them like they done the greatest betrayal ever. He looked at them hopelessly before turning to Annabeth. He shook his head at Annabeth so fast, she was surprised he didn't get whiplash.

Annabeth grabbed the beans and threw it at him. He didn't even have time to block the offending food before it hit him in the face. He groaned and grabbed his face for a few seconds before looking down at the bag of beans that had fallen into his lap.

Leo and Rachel were still yelling at each other.

"Will everyone shut up for a few seconds?!" Annabeth yelled. She had had enough. The compartment went silent as if somebody had blown a whistle. All different colored eyes landed on Annabeth, from blue to gold. "You have talked nonstop since we have gotten on this train. I want you to be quiet for two minutes, just two measly minutes, okay? Understood? Comprehended?"

"But-" Leo started.

"Ah!" Annabeth put her finger up.

"We-" Leo tried again.

"Hm!" Annabeth shook her finger at him.

"I-" Leo sat up in protest.

"No!" Annabeth kept shaking her finger.

"-won-" Leo threw his hands in the air.

"Nah!" Annabeth shook her head to add to the shaking finger.

"-the-" Leo tilted his head to the side at Annabeth, anger painted over his face.

"Shhhh…." Annabeth brought her finger to her mouth in a quiet gesture, her other hand placed in the air in a stop symbol. She hoped she could get her point across. "Two minutes. No speaking. I just want to read my book for two minutes."

Approximately thirty seconds later, conversion began again. Annabeth threw her head back with a groan. She let the book drop back into her lap. She made a show of noisily standing up and putting her book back into her bag.

"They just never stop talking." Luna mused, the words didn't sound harsh in her voice. It sounded like she was talking about the weather. It was almost a good thing the way she spoke of it. "It's like they go on non-stop."

"They do." Annabeth sat back down and rested back into the cushioned seat. "They just go on and on and on. It's like a recorder on repeat."

Luna smiled and hummed. "You have a very peculiar family." She said it as if it is a compliment, a light smile dancing over her dreamy features. Her moon-like eyes were sparkling.

"But they are family." Annabeth smiled nostalgically as she stared at the varied group of friends. Not one of them was like the other all the way; they all had something different about them that made them the person they are.

"Yeah." Luna nodded her head in agreement, but Annabeth could tell Luna had slipped in her own little world; one Annabeth had no reach to and could never hope to reach. Annabeth shook her head in amusement and picked her book back up before trying to read it once more.

She got up to the first word when the bag of beans landed once more on her book. It was a hopeless attempt. With a defeated sigh, she gave up and tried to sleep the rest of the way to Hogwarts, blocking out the noise as much as she could, even using the Slytherin scarf as ear muffs.

In other words, she was awake and angry the rest of the trip.

Sorry if Luna seems OOC, tell me if you think she is. As for the anonymous question: the patronuses are a secret *winky face*.

As you can tell, I will no longer be doing day to day updates right now, but I will update as much as possible (every two-three days if I can). At the most, until I get back into the feeling of this book, it will be every Saturday.