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Srry for the late update, I had writer's block for certain details of the chapter, so it took awhile to plot out. And, since I didn't read the Lost Hero yet, Piper, Jason, and Leo and other characters may be OOC.
September 1st- Dinner
"Who's that?" Hermione said sharply, pointing towards the middle of the staff table.
Harry's eyes followed hers. They lit upon Professor Dumbledore, sitting in his high-backed golden chair at the center of the longer than usual staff table, wearing deep-purple robes scattered with silvery stars and a matching hat. Dumbledore was talking with a centaur that was standing rather than sitting due to his height. To the other side of Dumbledore sat a woman who was listening to the conversation between the two. She was squat, with short, curly, mouse-brown hair in which she had placed a horrible pink Alice band that matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robes. As she turned her face slightly to take a sip from her goblet and he saw, with a shock of recognition, a pallid, toadlike face and a pair of prominent, pouchy eyes.
"It's that Umbridge woman!"
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"She was at my hearing, she works for Fudge!"
"Nice cardigan," Ron said, smirking.
"She works for Fudge?" Hermione repeated, frowning. "What on earth's she doing here, then"
"Dunno…"
Hermione scanned the staff table, her eyes widening.
"No," Hermione muttered. "No, surely not…"
Harry did not understand what she was talking about but did not ask; his attention had just been caught by Professor Grubbly-Plank who had just appeared behind the staff table; she worked her way along to the very end and took the seat that Hagrid ought to be in. That meant that the first years have crossed the lake and reached the castle, and sure enough, a few seconds later, the door to the entrance hall opened. However, it was not the first years because instead, 13 well built teens entered the hall, making their way to the end of the staff table where they occupied the empty seats.
The hall started buzzing at the arrival of the mysterious teens.
"Who are they?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Must be teachers," Ron said.
"But their like Fred and George's ages except for that one kid," Hermione whispered.
The conversations lessened as Professor McGonagall led the group of scared first years.
[ENTER THE SORTING HERE(Too lazy to type out the 3-4 pages)]
"To our newcomers," said Dumbledore in a ringing voice, his arms stretched wide and a beaming smile on his lips, "welcome! To our old hands – welcome back! There is a time for speech making, but this is not it. Tuck in!"
There was an appreciative laugh and an outbreak of applause as Dumbledore sat down neatly and threw his long beard over his shoulders so as to keep it out of the way of his plate – for food had appeared out of nowhere, so that the five long tables were groaning under joints and pies and dishes of vegetables, bread, sauces, and flagons of pumpkin juice.
HARRY'S P.O.V.
"What are they doing?" I asked Hermione.
"Looks like they are burning a part of their meal; it must be part of their religion," she replied.
I glanced at Ron, his face showing that he was repulsed at the idea of a waste of perfectly delicious food.
The 13 'teachers' got up to a fireplace that one of them conjured up and shoved part of their meal into the fire after muttering some prayer or something. Then they would sit down and eat while talking animatedly.
Later, when the ghosts came in, they all flew to the staff table in front of the new guys and bowed. BOWED! And all they did was nod their head in acknowledgement.
THIRD P.O.V.
When all the students had finished eating and the noise level in the hallwas creeping upward again, Dumble dore got to his feet once more.
[Insert beginning of his speech here.]
"We have welcomed 16 new staff members to the staff. We are pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for those who have received Acceptable or below on last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts for students in 5th year or higher and all 4 year students or below. Proffesor Ellen will teach Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts for the rest of the 5th years or higher students who have received Exceeds Expectation or Outstanding on their last exams. Furthermore, I wish to welcome Professor Brunner(Chiron) and his 12 co-professors who will teach a new subject called Combat and Arms for students of 5th year or higher."
There was a round of applause for the new subject, which lead the chatter to increase. Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged slightly panicked looks because Dumbledore had not said how long Grubby-Plank woulb be teaching.
Dumbledore continued, "Tryouts for the House Quidditch teams will take place on the –"
He broke off, looking inquiringly at Professor Umbridge. AS she was not much taller standing that sitting, there was a moment when nobody understood why Dumbledore had stopped talking, but then Professor Umbridge said, "Hem, hem," and it became clear that she had gotten to her feet and was intending to make a speech.
Dumbledore only looked taken aback for a moment, then he sat back down smartly and looked alertly at Professor Umbridge as though he desired nothing better that to listen to her talk. Other members of staff were not as adept at hiding their surprise except for the centaur and the 13 teens.
[Insert descriptions of shock and speech]
[Insert rest of chapter]
Percy's discussion with Annabeth:
"…for ten years," Percy explained.
"So we have ten years until that happens?" Annabeth questioned. Percy nodded. "That's so kind of you, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth kissed Percy and they broke apart after a while, staring into the sunset as they laid on the beach in each other's arms after the meeting with the Gods and Goddesses.
A/N:Sorry for the laziness, but I got bored of typing all of it out.
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