Percy's POV

I tried reading my schedule, but it seemed to be even harder to read for some reason.

Eventually I gave up and asked Annabeth what it says.

She rolled her eyes, "It's upside down."

"Oh," I turned it. I'd actually known that, and was just doing it for comedic purposes so readers will laugh at my adorable idiocy.

Annabeth smiled at me like she knew what I was doing, "Seaweed Brain." She kissed my cheek and said, "It says History of Magic, we're walking to it right now."

"Ohh."

The teacher was a ghost, a really old ghost too.-

All the students got comfortable, like they were getting ready to sleep instead of learn.

I'm an expert at sleeping in class! I took my seat beside Annabeth.

Once the teacher picked up a piece of paper, I fell asleep.

I was woken by a terrified shriek.

A lot of people must have been surprised or woken by it because they shrieked too, and two people fell onto the floor.

Professor Binns had his eyes wide, and was staring straight at Nico.

Then he seemed to collect himself, "Ah, I was...warned about you."

Nico stood up.

Binns squeaked and backed away, "The Lord mustn't be bothered with a tedious man like me!"

"Cuthbert Binns," Nico said.

"I'm just here to teach, sir!"

"This is unacceptable. You have to report to my father immediately."

Professor Binns was about to blast through the wall.

"No, not now, just after school or something."

"Yes of course!"

"Go on with the lesson."

"Yes, yes, er..." he suddenly forgot what the lesson was.

"Um," he went to his desk and glanced at the textbook on it, "ah, yes, the 1400s, when the muggles tried burning witches at stakes..."

I saw Harry and Ron stare at us suspiciously.

"So much for being undercover," Thalia turned around and said to Nico.

"So much for you being a good person."

She smashed one of his fingers with her ink pot. A ton of ink spilled over his desk.

Nico winced and held his finger with his other hand, "What's you problem? Oh wait, I meant: What are your problems? You have a lot."

She was about to throw the whole ink pot at him, but he did it first.

It hit her between her mouth and her nose.

"STOP IT!" Annabeth snapped.

They stopped.

I fell asleep.

• • •

Leo's POV

"I will be choosing your partners for you," Professor Sprout said. Wow, you teachers always manage to teach subjects that match your name. Binns teaches a subject that should go in the bin. And Sprout teaches plants.

Everybody groaned.

I hoped I wasn't with someone snotty.

"Percy and Annabeth," wow that was lucky.

"Nico and Pansy."

"Who's Pansy?" Nico asked boredly.

"MEEE!!" someone squealed. "YOU'RE GOING TO BE WITH MEEEEE NEECOOO!!"

"Oh Styx," Nico said, "um, I'm not Nico. I think I'm in the wrong classroom bye." He ran towards the door.

"No dear, you aren't," Professor Sprout said. "Pansy's over there."

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm in the wrong classroom, you see, my name is uh, Leo Valdez, and uh, byee." He turned around.

"Well Leo Valdez, that name's on my list too. Go sit with Pansy please."

Nico slammed his head into the glass wall. He slowly walked toward Pansy's table. He sat across from Pansy and scooted his chair back a bit.

"Oh Nico! I can't believe we're going to be working together!" she started babbling to him, and bascally showering him with compliments.

"Umm," Nico said, scooting away from her a bit more, "can I change partners? Please?"

"No dear, I'm sorry, you'll only be with her today."

Nico groaned and slammed his head into the table.

"Oh my gosh Nico! Don't do that! You could get a concussion or something!"

"Exactly," he muttered.

I noticed Thalia give Pansy a dirty look when she tried flirting with Nico.

Nico looked extremely uncomfortable, I felt sorry for him.

"Jason and Hermione."

"Harry and Britney."

"Leo and Drew."

"Oh Styx," I muttered. "But, you know, the thing is, you see, I'm, um, I'm not Leo. I think I'm in the wrong classroom."

Professor Sprout sighed like, What is it with kids these days? "Just go sit next to her."

"But...um...okay." I  s l o w l y  sat down in front of Drew. She pretended she couldn't see me.

You see, she and I kind of knew each other from Vancouver. I still remembered her because, well, one time she had accidentally gotten me suspended, and I had retaliated by locking her in the boy's bathroom overnight. She had managed to escape somehow, and hadn't done anything else, probably because she had felt guilty for getting me in trouble.

Once everyone was supposed to go get the plants, Drew muttered, "I'll get it."

Once she returned, she poured the soil in and I patted it down and made a hole in it.

Why do we even learn Herbology? It doesn't seem like it's going to be useful.

After a bit of thinking I realized it must be useful for making potions.

Finally she asked, "Did you run away because you got suspended?"

"Uh no, I just...felt like it."

She glared at me, "What do you mean?"

"It didn't have anything to do with being suspended, really. My foster parents were weird."

"Hm," she made the hole wider and put in the ivyborn thing.

We buried the roots and Drew watered it. Then she snipped off some of the dead leaves.

After a few moments I said, "So I heard Harry did a lot of big things at Hogwarts."

"Yeah," she said bitterly, "I guess he did."

"Jealous?"

"No! I've done a lot of things."

"Like what?"

"Stuff."

"What sort of stuff?"

"Super-cool stuff you wouldn't understand."

"I've heard that somewhere...";

"Whatever."

"So what has Harry done-?"

"Nothing much. He found the Philosopher's Stone, defeated the basilisk, freed a wrongly accused prisoner, won the Triwizard Tornament, won some Quidditch matches, found Voldemort's Horcruxes and destroyed them, and he's the reason we won the whole war."

"Um, okay." That didn't seem like a lot, especially compared to people like me, muahaha.

• • •

In Transfiguration.

"Annabeth! Look what I can do!" Harry boasted. He tried Conjuring up something, but nothing happened.

"Uh, hold on," he said.

Annabeth crossed her arms and waited.

"Hold on..." he muttered, "I'll get it eventually."

After about ten tries, he managed to Conjure half of a wooden goblet, the same color as the table.

"Hmm," Annabeth said, easily Conjuring up a metal goblet, "you try Seaweed Brain."

Percy Conjured a goblet exactly the same as Annabeth's but with water in it. "Ta-da!" he said proudly.

They started kissing, and Harry threw the goblet onto the floor in anger.