Sorry for making you wait, this one took longer to write than I expected. But it's here now.

To Guest: I can't make this Draco/Nico. It's not exactly that I don't like them together but I'm just really bad at writing gay stuff and actually romance in general. This is probably going to end up as Nico/Hermione.

To Joey Bermuda Ketail: Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you like it so much! Personally, It think everybody should stop making Ron the odd one out, too!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Percy Jackson & The Olympians

—Nyroc Lasky—

The definite problem with Nico being at school is that it makes it so much more tempting to just chuck the cover and go wild with our abilities. A little bit unfair? More like majorly unfair.

The only reason why I'm not quite as frustrated about this as Draco, Alabaster and Luna are, is because my magic truly does suck. Children of Thanatos don't have a very strong magical aura, and being a sorcerer doesn't take you very far. You're only very powerful if you're a sorceress, which seems pretty unfair to me.

Charms is the most annoying class for me, since it's the only thing I'm actually good at. So it's majorly annoying when it comes to the point that I pretend I'm freaking lousy at that.

Besides that, is History Of Magic. I suck at that too but my grades are perfect. That's because Professor Binns knows who I am and is scared of me, even though I never did anything nor cared, but if he's going to just let me cheat, I have no complaints.

When we all walked into History, I was kinda worried that Ron was looking in our direction more often than usual, but after awhile, I decided he probably was just bored. It is Professor Binns teaching, after all.

There's never anything interesting to say about this class. Voldermort could have come in and murdered everyone and our dim-witted ghost of a professor wouldn't notice.

He did call Nico 'sir' a few times, until we took out our weapons and he shut up.

By the way, none of the wizards can see our weapons. They're just mortals. Magical mortals, yes, but still mortals.

But besides that stuff, nothing interesting happened. I accidentally fell asleep behind my book for around half and hour (not that anyone would probably notice, since I was in the back row), and Nico was somehow managing to fall asleep and keep takin notes (probably for Hermione's sake), Harry and Ron started playing exploding snap, and Hermione was obviously taking notes.

I was sorta interested in Divination, however. Even though both Draco and Nate (yeah, I call him Nate instead of Alabaster, didn't know him very well as a demigod anyway and makes things much easier to act out) warned me that there are very few seers left out there and that I'll probably be disappointed.

"What are seers, anyway?" I asked Nico quietly as we followed all our class (Gryffindor and Hufflepuff) up the stairs.

"Something like an Oracle, I guess." he answered with a shrug. "Only more wizardy and more theory, I suppose?"

"I agree with Draco." whispered Luna, no one was supposed to hear us talking. "Sybill Trelawney is a fraud."

"How do you know? He isn't taking Divination either, and we haven't seen her yet." asked Nico, curious as was his original nature.

"Because—" I didn't let her finish, cuz I knew the real reason.

"Luna believes everything Draco says." I told him. "She's totally in love with him."

"No I'm not!" she tried to whisper as loud as she could without anyone hearing her.

Nico looked from her to me and shrugged before climbing up the silver ladder.

Luna looked like she badly wanted to fume for about a millisecond before quickly dropping back into a dreamlike state. I moved back into Neville's head, which is nothing like mine because Neville Longbottom is clumsy, weak, and as very low self-esteem/self-confidence which is something I have a lot of.

Our Divination classroom looked nothing like a classroom, I think it looked sorta like a cross between someone's attic and an old-fashioned tea-shop. There was a fireplace at the corner that made the room seem boiling (granted, I'm used to the freezing atmosphere of the underworld so pretty much everything seems quite warm to me) and there were lots of little circular tables crammed inside along with some armchairs and some things Luna dreamily said were called poufs.

There were also loads of teacups, dusty feathers, candle stubs, crystal balls, and loads of other seer-related mumbo-jumbo lining the walls.

"This looks more like a muggle fortune-teller shop." I heard Nico say to Harry and Hermione.

"Muggles have fortune-tellers?" asked Ron in surprise.

"Yes, but they're pretty much all fakes." Nico reassured him.

Me, still in Neville-land, immediately tripped over somebody's book bag and went sprawling. Gods, it's annoying being Neville.

You're probably going to say, 'But aren't you actually acting as Neville?' C'mon, people, think! Two entire years of pretending to be (in my opinion) the clumsiest person in the world? Obviously, I practice tripping over everything then get used to it so that my act is realistic! Besides, me being Neville is too bizarre for me to comprehend, it's easier to just imagine I've borrowed the kid's body for awhile. I don't really think about how to act when I'm Neville anymore, it's like instinct already.

The second Sybill Trelawney came out all mystical, I agreed with Draco and Luna that she was an absolute fraud.

I mean, she didn't use the crystal ball or anything when she made dramatic gestures and all. I would say wannabe daughter of Aphrodite instead of junior oracle.

The first thing she did was tell us to go get some cups and drink some tea. Then she suddenly swooped down to me and said, "Oh, dear, when you break your first cup, do choose one of the pink ones, then? I'm rather fond of the blue ones."

I know what she's doing! Rachel once pulled this trick on me when I was at camp, only hers was way cooler.

It's a bit like how the mist works, I guess, she assumes I believe her so it's like self-fulfilling prophecy. Add that with how I tripped over and revealed Neville to be a world-class klutz, obviously I broke my cup first, which did happen. It's all about acting and reading body language, really. I seriously considered dropping the act again just to prove what a huge fraud she was, but as Draco says 'sacrifices to be made' and my reputation isn't exactly worth my life.

Wow, did I just think that? A few years ago I wouldn't hesitate to trade my life for my reputation and all, but I guess that's why the gods put me in job in the first place, right? To keep me in line?

Whatever. So, Sybill Trelawney (I am never ever ever in a hundred years going to call her 'Professor') told us to drink the tea. Then she said to swap the cups with a partner and 'use our inner eye to uncover the mysteries of the poor dear's life'.

Nico had to partner me, since Harry was partnering Ron, and I was contemplating dropping my cup and breaking it so that I didn't have to deal with this stupid junk.

If you're gong to ask me if I regret taking this class, I only got in here because Harry was here. Draco isn't here because not only are the Slytherins not in Harry's Divination class, but he expected what was going to happen and refused to sign up. He's taking Arithmancy instead, with Hermione, and Nate is taking Ancient Runes, which I think me and Nico have as well.

I was thinking, this tea leaf reading thing is stupid. I mean, it just looks like a bunch of tea leaves to me.

Nico said, "Um, Neville, did you notice our cups are identical?"

Wow, Nico, brilliant deduction. My cup is pink while your cup if blue, but of course they're identical. I didn't really have to suppress the urge to roll my eyes, even though I was doing it mentally anyway, because Neville doesn't do that kind of thing.

I was like, "Yeah, totally, maybe we're twins separated from birth!" (only I had to say that telepathically too, since Neville isn't supposed to say that kind of stuff).

But I realized that he was actually right, cuz the tea leaves looked like they were in the exact same shape, even though I couldn't really tell since it still looked like just a bunch of leaves to me.

Suddenly, Trelawney came over and was all, "What's this? Two friends so close their destinies intertwine with such passion?" and Lavender and Parvati gasping theatrically in the background.

I'm glad that children of Hades share children of Thanatos' trait of being blunt and sarcastic. Nico still kept his innocent act up and all that but just said, "We've only just met yesterday."

Boom! Act over! Well, not really. All she did was blush a bit and look a bit embarrassed. Sad, though, it would've been nicer since the whole class was watching us.

But she didn't stop there. She picked up my cup and looked in then gasped dramatically like, "Oh this is terrible!" and picked up Nico's with her other hand and looked into it too and said, "Yes, yes, oh you poor dears! Such a dreadful fate!"

Me and Nico exchanged glances, since we couldn't really exchange that 'death kids' look (as Nate calls it) and wondered whether she was going to predict our death like Draco said she was probably going to do to Harry.

He was being all dramatic and pointing at us with a crazily quivering finger and going, "You... you have the Grim."

Then when she didn't get a big reaction like she no doubt wanted, Trelawney practically threw a fit and almost yelling, "The Grim, the Grim! The Great, black, spectral dog that haunts you to your death! You, my poor dears, have it hiding in your souls! You will die, very soon!"

We glanced at each other again then Nico couldn't stand it. He burst out laughing. Obviously I couldn't do it as Neville, so while everyone was staring at Nico like he was crazy, I just hid my face in my hands like I was upset or something so that no one could see me laughing too.

I mean, hello! Nico's the son of the Lord of the Underworld, I'm literally the son of Death. We both live in the Underworld and have skeletons to do our chores for us and talk to dead people on a regular basis. Nico takes Cerberus for walks and gives him baths. The Grim is my pet, literally! Obviously we have death in our souls!

I kept laughing into my hands. Nico was almost rolling on the floor.

Sybill Trelawney was obviously pretty offended, but before she could say anything, Ron saved us all by saying, "Oh! We're going to be late for our next lesson!" which if we are, then that lesson is lunch.

Trelawney blinked and said, "Oh." then, like she needed to get her act on again like us, put on a dreamy like and said in mystical voice like before, "Very well then, go go, we shall exploit our inner eye another day."

I grabbed my bag and ran out, heading to the Room Of Requirement because it was the only safe place where I could really be myself and have a good laugh.

Only, I guess this whole 'reading tea leaves' thing might not be so stupid after all, they actually did get a few facts right.