Second chapter! I can't remember the last time I wrote one of those!

I don't have a beta reader yet, and I don't think I'm going to get one because I'm about to start school and updates are about to get extraordinarily sporadic and you're all going to hate me.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and whatever else there is that I can't remember!

To percyjacksonfan135: I seriously considered it. I also thought about having Fred and George be involved, too, but I decided that seven plus however many demigods are about to head to Hogwarts was enough characters to keep track of.

Well, that's that. Without further ado, on to the second chapter! (just writing that makes me giddy! :D)

Disclaimer: Don't own, just like to mess with the characters' lives.

Third person singular- Nevan's POV

Nevan, Lauren, and Drey were chatting with some of the latter two's siblings when they were suddenly plowed over by an invisible force.

"Oof!"

"Wha-?"

"Hey!"

"Guess who!" said a girl's voice, and the three of them looked around from the heap they'd landed in, only half-feigning confusion as they all recognised the voice but saw no sign of the owner.

"...Annabeth?" Nevan finally asked hesitantly, noticing an ownerless shadow that fell across his chest and Drey's shoulderblades.

The twelve-year-old appeared out of nowhere, sitting with her legs crossed on Drey's back, grinning like the little imp he sometimes swore she was. There was an old blue New York Yankees cap (For some reason, I always imagine it to be really old and worn out, like a keepsake from an older sibling or a parent.) in her hand, and she waved it around excitedly. "Got it in one!" she laughed, holding up the cap for his inspection.

He took it from her and examined it as Lauren tried to convince her younger sister to get off poor Drey's back. Finding nothing odd about the worn merchandise, he sat back and stared amusedly at the debacle as Drey flailed ineffectually and tried to get his hands under him to push himself up, only to have Annabeth hit him with a direct strike to the sensitive ulnar nerve at the bottom of both humeri (yes, I looked it up, and yes, that is the proper plural of humerus) and leave him flopping like a drowned fish once more, only this time, yowling in pain as well.

Nevan smirked, not meanly, but amusedly. It was a good thing Draco Malfoy had such power at Hogwarts, ill-gained though it may be, because Drey Mason was just a little bit pathetic at times, particularly when it came to his younger siblings. It was probably healthy for him to figure out how to be mean and snarky as opposed to distracted and silly.

"Oi, Nev'!" Nevan turned at Hadrien's call, and saw the issue he was being requested for. Katie was trying to kill Travis- again. Hadrien was standing helplessly beside the squabble, trying to reach in and grab one of them before anyone got too injured, and failing miserably.

He ran over to lend a hand. "I'll get her, you get him?"

Hadrien nodded, and they counted to three before diving on the two and dragging them away from each other.

"-And don't you ever forget it!" Katie was calling out furiously, struggling against her brother's firm embrace. "I'll get, you, Travis Stoll!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's going on here, K? What'd he do this time?" Nevan said, having pulled her a safe distance away from the object of her loathing. She blushed furiously and looked up at him as she realized who had grabbed her.

"It's nothing," she muttered, glaring down at her clenched fists, obviously embarrassed. Nevan was the counselor in their cabin and usually preferred to leave her in charge when he was at school for extended periods of time, but sometimes he wasn't sure he could trust her to get things done in between brawls with a certain son of Hermes.

"Didn't look like 'nothing' to me," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, well, it's not important. Travis was just being stupid." She tried to keep looking down, but Nevan noticed the glance she sent at Hadrien as she spoke and sighed. Katie had had a long-standing crush on Hadrien, and Travis refused to leave her alone about it.

"Katie-"

"I know, okay? I just- I know. You don't need to tell me again, I've heard it enough times from the Aphrodite cabin."

Everyone but Hadrien and Gennipher knew that Aphrodite had a special eye on them and would stop at nothing to see them together in the end. It was only fortunate that they had finally gotten together in the last month because people were beginning to worry that Aphrodite was planning on making it even harder for them than it already had been. Poor Katie had still been holding out hope that Aphrodite might change her mind.

"Oh, Katie…" Nevan said sympathetically. He too had been on the wrong end of a lengthy crush, though he still had no idea what Aphrodite's plans for either himself or Lauren. He had yet to work up the courage to ask her for anything beyond homework help, and even that he usually got from Hendra simply because they were in the same house and saw each other more often. Finally he said, "You'll work it out. Aphrodite may be cruel, but at least she doesn't like to see anyone go too long without love."

Katie's glare moved from her hands to him as she said wryly, "Thanks, bro. That's really comforting."

He just shrugged helplessly and stood up, wandering over to where Hadrien was now wrestling his younger uncle, holding him down with his knees while he twisted his arms behind his back.

"Okay, I give, I give! Uncle! Nephew! Cousin! Chocolate bunnies! SOMEBODY, HELP!"

Connor was sitting nearby, laughing at his brother's helplessness, doing nothing to answer his cries for again. Nevan intervened.

"Hadd, I thought we were trying not to kill Travis?"

Hadrien looked up guiltily. "But he started it!"

Nevan shook his head at his friend's antics. "Why is it that even though you're older than him, you both act younger than Apollo does?"

"That is a mystery even the Fates may not know the answer to," said a voice behind him, and he jumped, startled, before turning around to see their teacher smiling down at them all.

A chorus of voices crying "Chiron!" rang out as the seven Hogwartsians ran to greet the centaur.

"How are you?"

"Why did you need to talk to us?"

"What's going on?"

"Who's new?"

"Has anyone else been claimed since we left?"

Finally, the old trainer called out "Enough! Enough, all will be explained as soon as we get everyone into the rec room," before turning and leading the procession to the Big House.