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E.C Silence: Unfortunately, Annabeth will not be able to do all of the cool things that Harry did in his fifth year, but she will do many interesting things on her own.
That night, Annabeth wrote Chiron a long, detailed letter about everything she knew. She licked the envelope, sealing it. She felt quite proud of herself at that moment. That is, until she realized one thing: she didn't know how to send her letter.
Annabeth mentally slapped herself and walked into the Common Room. Almost all of the younger kids were in bed, already. She saw Kevin Entwhistle, Terry Boot, and Michael Corner playing exploding snaps in the corner. Annabeth decided not to interrupt them, everyone knew how seriously they took their games. She also saw Bradley and Chambers quizzing each other for tomorrow's test, and Cho Chang braiding Marietta Edgecombe's hair.
"Hello," said a voice.
Annabeth practically jumped ten feet in the air. For half a second she forgot where she was and nearly pulled out her knife for protection. She didn't. Instead, Annabeth turned around to face the same girl whom she had spoken to a couple of days ago.
"Hi," Annabeth said.
The girl cocked her head like a confused puppy. "You look as if you are debating whether or not to ask me something."
Annabeth blinked. "Um . . . yeah. I was wondering if you could show me the Owlery."
"Of course," the girl replied. "I was just on my way there now to mail a letter to my dad. Follow me."
She did, as the strange girl lead her to a room filled with what had to be hundreds of owls. Barn Owls, Eagle Owls, Great Grey Owls, Elf Owls, Tawny Owls, Long-Eared Owls, Short-Eared Owls, Little Owls, and Tawny Owls - - and those were just the British species! There were also some foreign ones like the Boreal Owl, the Great-Horned Owl, the Fearful Owl, and the Maned Owl. There was also the occasional hawk or raven. They were everywhere! Many of them glared at her. Some of them were flying around the room, but most were perched.
Annabeth frowned. "Do they have enough room?" she asked worriedly.
The girl nodded. "The windows open and they are allowed to fly out to hunt whenever they want."
Annabeth relaxed a bit. It would be cruel and horrible to keep all of these birds locked up in this room all of the time. She looked around for her own owl. "Admete?" she called, "Ademete!"
The Tawny flew right over to her, landing on Annabeth's shoulder. She grinned. "Did you miss me?" she whispered. Admete cooed. "Alright, so I need you to send this letter to Chiron at Camp Half-Blood. It's in New York, but don't worry, my mother will help you out. Okay?" Admete responded by sticking out her talon.
Annabeth grinned, and sent off her owl. Then she turned to face the girl. "You know," she said, "I don't even know you're name. What is it?"
Annabeth half expected it to be something weird, but instead she said. "Luna." Okay, not so weird. "Luna Lovegood." Spoke too soon.
"Alright, Luna," she said, "thank you."
Luna stopped walking. "No one has ever thanked me before," she whispered.
There was an awkward pause. Annabeth felt that she should say something comforting, but she didn't know what. And before she could even open her mouth to speak, Luna was gone.
The next day was Saturday. On weekends students were allowed to wear muggle clothing. Annabeth happily picked out a T-shirt and jeans, then ran down to the Great Hall. She met Aleron there.
Annabeth had felt a bit like she was avoiding the poor guy, and wanted to make sure he was okay. "Hey!" she said cheerfully.
Vaisey jumped. "What in Merlin's beard "are you wearing?" the Slytherin demanded, looking horrified.
"Huh?" she looked down at her outfit, grinning slyly. "These are called clothes," she explained to him very slowly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Aleron blinked. He was wearing robes, but his appeared to be a different style from the school ones. "Why? What are you wearing?"
He looked down. "Clothes." Then he understood. "Oh! You're wearing muggle clothing?"
Annabeth nodded. Vaisey looked a bit uneasy. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"No, no! It's just . . . I've never . . . I'm not . . ." he looked down at the floor, blushing madly. Vaisey took a deep breath and started over again. "You see . . . in Slytherin House, muggles aren't exactly held to the highest regards, and . . ."
"You don't want to be seen with me," Annabeth said, her voice shaking with rage.
"No! No, that's not it at all. You're not a muggle, you're not even a mud - - muggle-born. Many great wizards were half-bloods. I was just surprised to see you dressed like that, that's all." he glanced at her jeans. "Those look rough, are they really comfortable?"
"Yes, because they're soft on the inside. I think the rough part is for insulation or something. But don't change the subject. Do you have a problem with being seen with me?"
Aleron grimaced. It was true, he hadn't had a problem with her all year until now. Why should her clothes make a difference? It didn't to him, it wasn't as if he was talking to real muggle. But it would likely sabotage his reputation. He liked Annabeth, he really did.
Vaisey remembered a conversation that he had had with his father the day before the start of the term. He had told him that the Dark Lord was back and that there was going to be a war soon. His father had told him that it was essential that they did not pick the losing side. Joining Potter, of course, was never an option, but staying in the middle was. So the Vaiseys had chosen neutrality, that was the safest choice. Aleron's family was not alone, the Puceys, the Higgs, and the Zabinis weren't taking a side in the war either, at least not until they were positive they would win.
Annabeth was clever and powerful. She would be a good ally to have in the upcoming war. So it was in his best interest to stay on her good side. He nodded. "It doesn't matter," said Aleron. "What I meant was that some families, like the Malfoys, are very anti-muggle. My family's not that way, I swear."
Annabeth looked him over, debating whether or not he was being truthful. "I trust you," she said, "don't make me regret it."
After breakfast, Annabeth decided to explore the castle a bit. The building was probably rich with architecture. She was right. Annabeth walked around the castle for hours with a pencil and sketch pad in her hand. It really was fascinating to view. There several different styles to the fortress, ranging for the 10th century, to the early 1600s, suggesting that certain parts had been renovated over the years. Annabeth estimated that the main building was around seven stories tall. Of course compared to the modern skyscrapers of today, it didn't seem that big, although it was probably massive in the Middle Ages. Magic was probably used to hold it together, because the base was poorly constructed when it came to stableness.
She could hardly contain her excitement as she quickly sketched the different corridors.
"Yay!" Annabeth tripped and fell face down on the floor. She stood up, brushed herself off, and turned. There was a boy glaring at her. Annabeth realized that she must've not seen the boy and tripped over him by mistake. He appeared to be a couple of years older than her, and was hunched over a book. "Sorry," she said.
The boy said nothing. He just continued to glare at her.
Something about this whole scenario irked her. What was he doing inside on a day like today? It was about sixty degrees fahrenheit, and almost everybody was outside. Yet again, the same could be said about her as well. But if one was going to read, why do it in a remote corridor on the floor? Surely it would be more comfortable to do it in the Common Room or in the soft grass under a tree on the grounds. It just didn't make sense.
Unless, Annabeth thought, he didn't want to be seen.
In case you haven't already guessed, I like owls. My dad and I sometimes go bird-watching, and sometimes we see them. I get the feeling that Annabeth would have a special sort of relationship with owls, due to the fact that they are messengers for her mother. It's a bit like Percy's relationship with fish and horses, but not exactly. Having an animal work for you is different than creating the animal yourself. So that is why Annabeth cannot talk to owls, because I know somebody is going to ask me that.
Fun Harry Potter Fact: Devon Murray, the actor who plays Seamus Finnigan in the Harry Potter movies, had the record for accidentally breaking the most prop wands on set. As of Order of the Phoenix, he had broken ten.
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