Masterofbugs123: Yes, that is my intention.
miller123456789: Not quite.
ChickWithThePurpleGuitar: As of now, the plot is Annabeth going to Hogwarts in order to spy, but a greater plot with likely unfold along with the story.
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"Alright, so we have Potions for our first period, then we meet up with the second years for Herbology. After that we all have Defense Against the Dark Arts - - oh joy. Oh, and at midnight we have Astronomy. Cool."
Annabeth nodded, "So all in all, it shouldn't be too bad of a day."
Aleron nodded. "I can't wait for tomorrow, though!"
"Why?"
"Tomorrow we get our first flying lessons!" Vaisey grinned so widely, that Annabeth was worried that his face would crack. "I can't wait! You'll just love flying, Annabeth. It's the most amazing feeling in the world!"
"You've done it before?"
"Of course! Most pure-blood families teach their children at a very young age. The Malfoys are so rich that they have their own indoor Quidditch pitch. They are so lucky! Even the Weasleys practice at home," he smirked, then added. "I hear they're so poor, that they have to use apples instead of balls."
Annabeth frowned. "Well that's . . ."
Suddenly, she heard a scream from down the hall. Vaisey and Annabeth rushed over to see what was happening. Several others seemed to have the same idea, so the two first-years had to push their way through a crowd in order to see what was going on. A Gryffindor girl was tackling an Slytherin boy, and it looked like the girl was winning.
"Geroff!" the boy shouted angrily.
Annabeth turned to Aleron, who seemed shocked. "That's . . . that's Blaise Zabini."
"Who?"
"He's a boy in Potter's year. I'm pretty sure the girl is a Weasley, notice the poor quality of her robes and the red hair."
Annabeth was shocked to see what this girl was doing. She was mainly using her fists, but would cast the occasional spell. Normally, Annabeth wouldn't want to interfere, but the poor boy never stood a chance, he was almost out cold. "Isn't anyone going to help him?" she demanded.
Harper, who had snuck up behind them, laughed. "And miss this fight? Are you kidding?"
"A teacher will come eventually," Aleron said, "so let's enjoy it while it lasts."
Then, as if right on cue, Professor McGonagall stepped into the middle of the fight. "What do you two think you are doing?" demanded the transfiguration teacher. Ginny and Blaise ceased to fight at once. Wow, Annabeth thought, she is good.
Potions was far more exciting than it was last time. Snape made a potion in class to show how it was done properly, and he said that in their next class they would begin working on a boil-cure potion. And he also kicked out Euan again. Hebology was alright, nothing too interesting. It was basically a lecture on what not to touch. Defense Against the Dark Arts was as boring as ever. Professor Umbridge made them copy the text from the book five times.
Annabeth did not anticipate Astronomy to be any better, but it was alright. They got to stay up late, which was fun, and then they went up to one of the towers for star gazing. The class was taught by Professor Sinistra.
Annabeth discovered that she was quite good in this class, far better than anyone else. It probably helped that at Camp Half-Blood they were required to learn about the constellations. She found herself unintentionally correcting the teacher several times.
The next day began with Charms, where they continued to practice the swish and flick movements. This was followed by Transfiguration, which Annabeth was also quite excited about.
Transfiguration was taught by Professor McGonagall, the same person who had stopped the fight in the hall the other day.
"Transfiguration is not an easy class. It takes years of study and practice to completely get the hang of it. Therefore, I will need everyone's full cooperation. I have no patience for laziness. If you are not going to behave yourself, you can get up and leave my class right now," she said.
Annabeth had never seen a group of people so quiet before. This teacher really knew how to get students to listen.
"Now," said the Professor, "transfiguration is the art of changing one thing into another. It could be something as simple as changing dark chocolate into white chocolate, or . . ." she stopped speaking. Annabeth gasped as she realized the teacher was shrinking and growing whiskers! In a matter of only thirty seconds, she had become a cat. Then, as quickly as she had become one, McGonagall transformed back. The class clapped and cheered.
Annabeth knew right then that she was going to like this class.
Flying class proved to be another intriguing lesson.
It all started when their teacher, Madam Hooch, began to give them instructions. Hooch reminded Annabeth of a hawk (how fitting for a flying teacher.) Everything from her short, spiky hair, to the shiny, silver buckles on her boots stood out. Her featured were all clear and sharp, but her most prominent trait by far was her eyes. They were a unique shade of amber that appeared gold in the sunlight, and were always very focused. It was those eyes in particular that made Annabeth think of a bird of prey.
Madam Hooch was a strict, no-nonsense type woman. When she spoke, Annabeth had the urge to salute and say, "Yes ma'am!" at everything she said.
"Now," said Hooch, "I want everyone to listen carefully, because I am only going to say this once. Stick your right hand over the broom and say 'up'. Remember to concentrate when doing so."
A Hufflepuff girl named Rose Zeller, raised her hand a bit shyly. "But what if someone is left-handed? Because I'm a lefty, so do I still have to put my right hand over the broom or should I use my left?"
"No," Madam Hooch said, "if you are left-handed then you should stick your left hand over the broomstick. Any more questions?"
Harper raised his hand.
Madam Hooch looked a bit annoyed, but called on him (albeit somewhat reluctantly). Harper said, "But what if somebody is ambidextrous? Then which hand do we use?" the class groaned. He looked around. "What?" he demanded, "can't a person ask a question?"
"A person, yes," Vaisey muttered, "him, I'm not so sure about." A couple of kids giggled. Madam Hooch shot him a look.
Hooch looked at Harper. "Are you ambidextrous?" she asked.
Harper looked down. "No."
She looked around, "Is anybody here ambidextrous?" Nobody raised their hand. "Well, then I find this question to be rather impractical. So everyone, do as I say and place your right, or left hand over the broom and say 'up'."
Everyone did. It looked pretty idiotic at first because nothing happened. Or at least that's what Annabeth thought, until someone shouted happily, "I did it!" The class turned to see Harper with his broom in hand, smiling rather haughtily.
"Excellent job, Harper," Hooch said, "now everybody, keep trying."
They did. The next broom to fly up was Vaisey's. Aleron looked so shocked that he forgot to be happy. The class continued, and slowly, but surely, they made progress. Soon everybody's brooms were up. Everybody, that is, except for Annabeth's and Euan, the wimpy Gryffindor with the big ears. How embarrassing! Annabeth, determined not to be last, tried with all her might to summon the broomstick into her hand.
Willpower, don't fail me now!
"Up!" Abercrombie cried, and it flew right into his hand.
Annabeth froze, shaking with fiery. She was last. That meant that she was worst. She, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, was the worst as something. Never!
"Calm down, Chase," Vaisey whispered.
That was the wrong thing to say. If looks could kills, Vasiey would have been long dead. Annabeth tried one last time, putting every last bit of effort into the coaxing the broomstick into her hand. Nothing happened. Annabeth turned to Madam Hooch with a slightly sheepish look on her face, she said quietly, "I think this broom is broken."
Yes, I am perfectly aware that Annabeth said that line when she was getting her wand. It may actually become her more or less catchphrase. Anyway, the reason why it didn't work is because of her heritage. Annabeth does things based off of logic, her magic works the same way. Since there was no REAL reason to summon a broom, she couldn't. If there was a strategic reasoning behind it, it would fly right into her hand. Does that make sense?
Alright, so this is the last time I will be updating for a while. This story is NOT on haitus or anything, I'm just going to be really busy. The next time I update should be in about two weeks.
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