Percy's POV

When the light faded, I could see Piper in her Camp Half-Blood T-Shirt, looking a little grouchy.

She whined, "Do I really have to be here? I'm supposed to be helping Aph-" Her voice faded as she stared at the class. "Um, supposed to be helping Alfonzo with the Chipotle place on Sixth."

I waved, "Hey. Nico needs help teaching us about the Greek Gods. He's not mature enough to be a teacher."

Piper snorted, "Neither are you."

I looked to Annabeth for support, but she just shrugged in agreement with Piper.

Hermione's mouth was open in shock, "How did you even get here?"

Piper wiggled her fingers, "Magic."

Ron tilted his head, terrified, "Muggle Magic? How does it work?"

Piper doubled over, laughing, "I'm sorry, did you just say muggle?"

Ron narrowed his awestruck eyes, "Yes, is there something wrong with that?"

Piper nodded, "Yeah. Anyway, a true magician never spills her secrets."

Hermione raised her hand, "Well, obviously there are hidden spotlights around the room, blinding us so that Professor McLean could walk into the room undetected."

Piper winked at me, "Well, we can't get anything past you. That's definitely how I did it."

Nico shoved his face into his hands, "Are we done here, or are we just going to talk about mortal magic all day? It's time to learn about the gods."

Piper grinned, "Sure, Professor Neeks." I snickered.

Nico rubbed his hands together, "Alright, who can tell me how many Greek gods there are?"

Harry raised his hand, smiling smugly, "Twelve."

Nico shook his head. His gaze swept around the room and he called, "Perseus!"

I glared at him, muttering, "Hundreds upon hundreds, Nicholas."

Nico took a step backward, confused, "But that's not my name."

I shrugged, "Now it is."

Nico paced around the front of the room, "Well, anyhow, he is correct. There are more Greek gods than we have ever cared to count. And yet, there were wonly a dozen that were majorly honored and worshipped. The Olympian Council, made up of who? Piper?"

Piper stared at her nails, "Zeus, Poseidon, Athena, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Apollo, Artemis, Hera, Demeter, Dionysus, Ares, and Hermes."

I grunted. Some of them aren't as likable as others. I'm talking about you, Hera. The sky rumbled indignantly, if that was even possible. I stared up, thinking, Don't tell me you don't deserve it.

Nico nodded, "Yes. If I point to you, tell me a god and what his or her spheres of power are." He started with me.

I stood, "Poseidon, the god of the sea."

Annabeth went next, "Athena. The goddess of wisdom, crafts, and battle strategy."

By the end of how much suffering we had to go through for everyone to correctly name gods and powers, the class was nearly over.

The whole time, our wonderful helper, Piper, had just stood there, bored, and occasionally looked toward me and Annabeth.

Nico clapped his hands, "Alright. For homework, I want a presentation about which Olympian god or goddess would be your parent. You can only choose one, based on your talents and characteristics."

The class grumbled as the bell rang. Me and Annabeth approached the teacher's desk.

I grinned, "Great helping, Piper. You should do this full time," I glanced over my shoulder, "You know, with your new role as an immortal."

Annabeth's eyes gleamed, "Yeah, how are you liking the job?"

Piper shrugged, "My mom just sends me on errands to coincidentally send people who she thinks will be perfect for each other into the other one's path. It's super boring. Not only that, but I'm the god of Charmspeak, and I can't really do anything. All I can do is tell anyone what I want and have it done and give or take away the power." 

I grinned, "So my 'not gonna be a god' choice was the right one?"

Piper nodded, "Seems like it. Not only that, but Jason is super important as his dad's lieutenant. We can't spend as much time together."

I stroked my chin, "Now do you understand why we are still normal?"

Nico laughed, "You two are the farthest thing from normal. How's the relationship going?"

I blushed scarlet red, "Nico! We're not dating," I added in Greek, "We've decided not to tell anyone. Yet. Just because Harry's been bugging me about being her friend, not to mention what he'd do if he knew we were dating."

I lowered my voice, and said in English, "But I think Ron's got the hots for you, Piper."

She raised her eyebrow, "The red head kid? Not my type. If he asks, tell him I'm not interested. If he doesn't, tell him I'm not interested. I'm perfectly happy with Jason. No way I'm leaving the hero who saved my life a million times over for some wizard who trails an egotistic kid like Harry."

I nodded my head. Ron hasn't exactly been my best buddy this past week.

I saluted, "See ya later, Piper. Hope you come and grace us with your wonderful help again."

Piper gave me the evil eye and Annabeth and I walked to Hagrid's.

I nudged her, "So, who are you picking for homework? Hera?"

Annabeth looked disgusted before pushing me back, "If you pick Ares."

I smirked, "Nice one. I don't think he's really my type. Violent, stupid and loud."

Annabeth laughed, "Really? I don't know about violent, but stupid and loud seem just about right."

Hermione joined us from behind. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but did I hear you call Professor McLean an immortal?"

I scoffed, "Piper? Immortal? Please. Nah. She was just teasing that she was 'godlike' so I was all, 'You're a mortal. A mortal. Not immortal."

Hermione nodded, and sped ahead of us. I whispered, "We really have to stop talking about things like that in public, you know, if we want to keep our cover. That's like, the third time we've slipped."

Annabeth nodded, "Who knew this was going to be so difficult?"

I elbowed her, "It's not cool enough for us if it's not difficult."

At Hagrid's. Let's hope he doesn't break out the Blast-ended Skrewts.

As Annabeth and I entered the clearing, Ron sidled up to us, "So. About Professor McLean. What's her boyfriend like? D'you think she'd dump him for me?"

I shoved him, "No way! Get out of here."

Hagrid sent me a disapproving look, "No rough'ousing, boys. Save it fer Physical Combat."

I nodded, not at all ashamed. I mean, he asked me if Piper would ditch Jason! Not my bro, man. Leave him alone.

I stared at some boxes that laid off to the side. Oh man. That can't be... Oh man. I'm a goner. I elbowed Annabeth, jerking my head toward the Triple G Ranch crates. Her eyes widened.

I raised my hand, "Er, Professor Hagrid, uh," As he raised his eyebrow at me, I muttered, "You know what? Never mind."

He nodded, grinning. "Okay. 'Ere's somethin' you'd never see in the wild. Bred specifically in America by an old farmer named Geryon. Got a shipment jus' a couple o' days ago. We're gonna feed 'em, 'elp 'em, and eventually, send 'em off ter Physical Combat to fight 'em."

I blanched, backing up, "Woah. Since when? Was there a mass email I didn't get?"

Hagrid smiled, "Dumbledore's orders. Part of the curriculum." Hagrid spread out his hands, his palms facing us, "Who wants to guess what kind of creature it is?"

Annabeth raised her hand, motioning between me and her, "Um, we think we have some idea."

I nodded. "Yeah. It couldn't be... There isn't a way... You know what? Now I feel stupid. Are they Giant Scorpions? Are they huge and scorpions? Are they gonna kill us or what?"

Hagrid beamed toward us, "I don' even wan' ter know 'how you knew. But you are righ'. Baby Giant Scorpions. Abou' the size o' an adult regular scorpion as babies. We're goin' to 'ave fun with this project."

Malfoy sneered. "Oh really? Are they safe, half-giant? Or will this end up like that hippogriff of yours? What was his name? Bull Beak?"

Hagrid's face turned red. At least I think it did. It was kind of tough to tell behind all of that hair. But if it did, it was a furious red.

"It was Buckbeak, and the only reason he even attacked ya was because you insulted him," Hagrid fumed, "Maybe you were kind an' gentle, you wouldn't get attacked."

He prepared to open up the top of the crate, "Alrigh'. Jus' stay calm an' they won't hurt you. At this age, they can give you nothing but a scratch. A paper cut would hurt less."

That wasn't really saying much, because paper cuts hurt a lot. You have no idea. Which is why I go out of my way to avoid paper and books. I have more important things to worry about than a paper cut. Like when my next shipment of blue cookies would come in. Or how many times Harry would try to steal Annabeth. We're at about six or twelve right now. Probably a couple hundred by next week. I'm not too worried, though. Annie hates his guts.

When Hagrid opened the box, as I knew they would, the little Giant Scorpions made a beeline for me and Annabeth.

We were standing at the back of the class, doing nothing, saying nothing to nobody. But those little things started to prick at our ankles like their lives depended on it. It took everything I had to not pull out Riptide and hack away at the things.

Draco shot Hagrid an amused look, "Even though they were calm, just like you said, I can understand why they would attack them. Those two half-bloods make me sick just by being in the room."

I raised my eyebrow, "Well we're not even in a room, so how are you feeling, Gel Face?"

Annabeth muttered, "Gel Face? Why not something better? Hades, why don't you just call him Malfoy? I mean, that's punishment enough."

I chuckled. "Yeah, well, I'm not surprised he's so short, with ten pounds of gel weighing him down."

Malfoy's naturally pale face contorted into a look of disgust when he looked at us chuckling, our words only just loud enough for him to hear. "M-My father will be hearing about this!" Malfoy spluttered.

I put my arm around him and whispered, "Well, I hope he does. Because he sent a kidnapper after me. If I were a scumbag like you, your father would be working for me right now. But I'm not. So leave me alone."

I shoved him away from me and bent down, picking up an angry scorpion.

I looked at Hagrid, who was helping someone feed their own scorpion. "What? Am I supposed to feed this thing?"

Hagrid looked up, "Well, jus' give it some of that water and scorpion food. Everyone has their own scorpion, so use a tag and put your name on it."

I nodded, putting a but of scorpion food on my other hand and feeding it to the scorpion. Once it was done with the food, it kept on biting at my hand.

I glared at it sternly, "Watch it, tough guy. You're not big enough to eat me yet. And if you keep behaving like that, you never will be."

The scorpion backed off, somehow understanding my words. I felt in control. Important. I grinned, "Annie, having trouble with your scorpion?"

Annabeth glanced up at me and back down at her labeled, watered, fed, and sleeping scorpion. I shook my head, "Of course. Why are you so much better than me at everything?"

Annabeth shrugged, "It must be my mom's gene. She's generally better than your father at everything."

I knew that somewhere up on Olympus, Athena was watching her daughter proudly for what she just said, and my dad was arguing loudly about that.

I nudged her, "Hey! You're on my dad's good side. I'd keep my head down if I were you."

Annabeth smiled, "And you're on my mom's bad side. So what does that tell you?" I scratched the side of my head. I had to think very carefully about my next words or I might not even have a head.

"I'd rather not answer that question."

Annabeth's smile only widened, "I thought so." She packed up and walked away to the gods know which class.

I stayed back with Hermione, who was looking suspiciously at Annabeth, walking away from us.

I tilted my head, "Why are you staring at her like that?"

She looked up at me, surprised that I was there. "Looking at her like what?" She asked innocently.

I shrugged, "You know, suspiciously. Angrily. Sadly. All of the above."

Hermione shook her head, "Of course not. I was just wondering how she's such a natural at all of this stuff? Almost as if she's done it before."

I nodded, "Yeah, well, Annabeth's a natural at just about everything. Plus, she reads. A lot. I don't know how she does it considering she's dyslexic, too."

Hermione's eyes widened, "Really? What about Professor Nico?"

I nodded. She looked like she just had an idea and raced off, calling over her shoulder, "Go to the Divination teacher. That's your next class. Tell Professor Trelawney I've gotta go to the library."

I nodded, only slightly confused.

As I climbed up the stairs to the Divination room, I noticed that not only was this class in the North Tower, you know, one of the highest rooms, but the old Oracle of Delphi mummy lay in the Attic, the highest room in the Big House. Maybe good future-telling needed to be high up, near the sun. You know, since Apollo is the god of prophecy and the sun? Actually, that was probably the strangest train of thought I have ever had. Completely ignore it.

I got to the classroom only to be faced by a slightly nuts looking woman with these gigantic goggle things. She gasped, horrorstruck, and placed a hand on her chest.

"You!" Professor Trelawney screamed, "The prophecies! So many surrounding your very soul! How could this be? So many bad omens swirling around you and yet you have not embraced the Underworld!"

I raised my eyebrow, unimpressed, "Excuse me?"

She circled around me like an annoying bug that wouldn't go away, "Such a scarring past, an equally hard future! Although I foresee you making your way through it alive, many around you will not. Beware, Perseus Jackson. Beware!"

With that, she floated away to a pair of awestruck girls, totally unaware of what had just happened.

Annabeth looked at me, "What was that all about?"

I shrugged, "I'm not exactly sure. She was all like, I'm surprised you're not dead, Percy! And, by the way, all of your friends are goners!"

Annabeth smiled, "I'm surprised you're not dead, too, Seaweed Brain. But are you really gonna trust that wacko when we've got Rachel at home to predict our impending doom?"

I nodded, "I guess not. Thanks, Wise Girl. Seriously, though, she kind of knew about the prophecies and told me it would be just as hard from here on out. We could always just brush it off, but Dumbledore said that some of the things she tells us about actually come true."

Annabeth shook her head, "Don't worry your kelp filled head about it. If we were all gonna die, I'd like to think Rachel would at least shoot us an Iris Message or something."

The rest of the period, all we did was stare at leaves in a tea cup and check the alignment of the stars and junk like that. Nothing really big worth mentioning.

Except that at the end of the period, Hermione rushed in, gasping for breath, with a thin book that read, Tcenian Keger Mhsty. I completely understood why she'd want to skip a whole class of nonsense, but why get a book full of gibberish?

I walked down the stairs next to Annabeth, the two of us catching up to Hermione. "So what'd you go to the library for?" Annabeth asked.

Hermione glanced at her for half a second before continuing forward, "Nothing. Just a book of Greek Myths. It's not a subject I'm very familiar with."

I grinned, "Well, all you need to know is that Zeus is a cheating drama queen, Hera's not very nice to demigods, Demeter likes cereal way too much, Poseidon is the awesomest god to ever live, and Athena's kind of judgemental and not willing to give certain people a chance, no matter how hard they try to please her."

Annabeth shot me a glare behind Hermione's back that said, 'Just wait until the post owls come for you.'

Hermione looked at me warily, "Well, I think I'm choosing Athena for my project. I like the fact that she's a figure looked up to for intellect and strategies. Not to mention she can really kick butt, according to legend."

Annabeth grinned, "Me too! It's like we're sisters."

Hermione smiled. I shrugged, "Well, I'm choosing Poseidon. He's got sea green eyes and black hair, just like me. Also, I love the ocean. I feel better when I'm in the water."

Annabeth nodded, "Yeah, they're also both kind of dense. That's why I call Percy Seaweed Brain. It fits him."

Hermione chuckled, "Can't argue with that."

I sighed. "Haters gonna hate," I mumbled as we walked to... uh... actually, I had no idea where we were walking.

My stomach grumbled, asking the question I didn't want to voice myself.

Hermione chuckled, "Good thing lunch is next, or Percy might starve." Annabeth nodded her agreement.

"Hey!" I protested, "Just because I need a lot of energy to keep my body running, does not mean I'm going to starve."

Annabeth grinned, "Doesn't it?"

I huffed and opened the door to the Great Room. Annabeth walked right past me and took her seat, me and Hermione soon following.

Harry and Ron took a couple of open seats across from us. "Hey," Harry greeted, "So, uh, Quidditch tryouts are in two weeks, and I'm the captain. Are you trying out, Annabeth? You could be the Chase-r."

Annabeth didn't even glance up from her plate of food. "That sounds like something Percy would say," she muttered, unimpressed.

Would I really say something like that? I mean, it sounded pretty dumb. Unless that's how I sound to people most of the time. Is that how I sound to you!?! Well? Is it!?! Right now I'd guess I sounded pretty frantic, but I'm freaking out!

Harry's eyebrows furrowed together, his glasses slipping down his nose. "Anyway, did I mention I was captain?" He asked, making it sound like it should be impressing her.

Annabeth nodded, "Yes, Potty. Only several times."

Harry tilted his head, "My name is Potter. As in, Harry Potter? The Boy Who Lived?"

Annabeth swallowed a bite of chicken, "Yeah, yeah. We all know you lived. We did, too. It's not really that big a deal."

Ginny chose that moment to join the conversation and let out a low whistle. "Wow, Annabeth," Ginny said, "What've you got against Harry?"

Harry's voice was an octave higher than usual, "Yeah, what've you got against Harry?"

Annabeth shrugged, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the way he follows me around like a stalker. Maybe the way he's constantly trying to impress me, even though he knows I have a boyfriend. Who, for the record, is more of a hero than you ever will be."

I smiled, "Oh, that's harsh." Then I realized what she'd said. I looked down, blushing. I hope no one notices.

Unfortunately, Ron piped up, "What's with your face, Jackson? Why's it all red?" That turned the heads of the whole group.

"Oh... Uh... Nothing," I coughed, "Just put too much of this, uh, spicy stuff on my pizza. Yeah, that sounds about right."

I patted around the table for a bottle of sriracha. When my hand finally found it, I held it up, smiling weakly.

Annabeth took it from me, "The Seaweed Brain move. Classic."

Harry looked offended, like he was thinking, 'I'm so awesome and she just ignores me, but he puts spicy stuff on his pizza and it's adorable? What is this world coming to?'

Fortunately, this was Percyland. And in Percyland, I can pull a Persassy and it goes unnoticed. Hermione tilted her head, disgusted, "Who puts sriracha on their pizza, anyway? That sounds gross."

I shrugged, "I like to try new things."

I looked at Harry's scar, the perfect way to change the subject. "So," I started, "How'd you get that scar, Potter?"

Ron rolled his eyes, "Only everyone in school know the answer to that."

I rolled my eyes right back at him, "Well obviously not everyone because I'm asking that question."

Harry plunged into a detailed story, one of his bravery and strength. How he stood up to Voldemort with his head held high, and courageously faced death right in his own home. How he watched his parents die but still had the mind to do the right thing. And after all of that was over and done,

I scratched my head. "You were one. Dude, you were freaking one. You didn't even know that it had happened until some bearded giant stepped into your home one day and told you. Come off it, man."

Harry blushed, motioning wildly that he needed to leave.

I stood up, "I've got to go, too. Me and Annabeth need to go and see Dumbledore."

Annabeth brushed the crumbs off of her hands, "Yup. See you guys."

We walked out of the Great Room, and Annabeth stopped me, whispering, "Wait, why do we have to see Dumbledore?"

I pressed my forehead to hers, "We don't. We're going to the Room of Requirement. It's a demigod hideout."

Annabeth followed me up some stairs and past some places and after a while, I was totally lost, but it was alright.

I remembered where it was because it had a fish tapestry hanging near it. I walked to one end of the hallway and back, thinking that I needed a place to hang out with my girlfriend.

Annabeth watched me cautiously, "Are you feeling okay, Seaweed Brain? Do you feel nauseous? Dizzy? Do you have fatigue?"

As the door appeared on the wall, I smirked at her, "Let's go, Wise Girl. Before the amazing architecture makes you feel dizzy." I took her hand and led her into the room.

On one side, was a sword fighting arena, which made sense considering it was me and Annabeth. On the other, was a tree facing a huge flatscreen. Huh, maybe a couch wasn't in the budget.

As Annabeth gasped and yelped in excitement, I put my finger to her lips, "Look, Wise Girl. You can't tell anyone about this place, not even Luna or Nico. We're the only two that know it's here. So just keep it down, alright?"

I put my hands on my hips, "We've got the whole place to ourselves and it's party time! What do you wanna do first?"

Annabeth fingered her chin, "I don't know. We've got a free period after this, but for now, I think you owe me a rematch."

Based on what I am about to say, I am writing my will out right now. I want Grover to have my minotaur horn. I want Annabeth to have Riptide. When he returns, I want Leo to have all of my blue cookies. You know what, scratch that. Send them to the Underworld for me. I smiled at my wonderful girlfriend.

"Bring it on, Chase."

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Hermione's POV

I watched Percy and Annabeth leave the Great Hall. There's something those two are hiding. I'm just not sure what.

All I know is that the clues are spread out in front of me, but I can't seem to put them together.

I know that Percy, Annabeth, and everyone else that comes out of their camp speak Greek, fight with weapons, and know a lot about Greek Mythology.

That may have something to do with the fact that they all have Greek parents, but no one can know for sure.

I also know that Percy and Annabeth are too close to just be regular best friends. I think that they've had to put their lives into each other's hands.

I also know that both of their eyes are kind of broken, like they've seen too much. And their jokes sound more like slip-ups than actual jokes, but it's too soon to know.

Ron stared up at the ceiling, dreamy-eyed. "So," he sighed, "What are the chances of me and Piper McLean? She's so beautiful and smart."

I shook my head, "Zilch, zero, nada. Nico said she had a boyfriend and she's way out of your league."

He made a face at me, "That's very supportive, especially from you, 'Mione."

I huffed, "Well the truth hurts, Ronald."

Harry rested his head on his hands, "What about me and Annabeth?"

Ginny glanced at him, "She seems to hate your guts. If I were you, I'd keep my distance." She shook her head, "That girl is fierce."

Harry pounded his hand on the table, "She's probably just keeping that act up in front of Jackson. I mean, her secret boyfriend can't be all that great."

I raised my eyebrow, "How can you think that you'd be better than someone you don't even know?"

Harry shrugged, "It's not that I think I'm better than him. It's that someone like Annabeth deserves someone better than him."

Ginny groaned, "So you do think you're better than him."

Harry smiled, "When I say it out loud... Yeah, I guess I do!"

Romilda Vane slid over until she was next to me. "Hey," she greeted, "Since you're all talking about relationships, what are my chances with Percy?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but she cut me off, "Shut it, Granger. You think he likes you, you're wrong. He likes me and I mean, why wouldn't he?"

I almost barfed in my mouth. I rolled my eyes, "I do not think he likes me. Not in that way. We're just friends."

And truthfully, I was completely fine with that. I mean, I'll admit, maybe I liked him before, but that's over. He's not really my type, anyway.

(A/N: Imagine what Percy would say to that.)

"Good," she snarled, "Because he's mine."

I grabbed my Ancient Greek Myths book and headed up to the dormitory. When I got there, surprisingly, Annabeth was lying on her bed.

She didn't even look up from whatever she was reading. I waved my hand in front of her face, startling her to the point that she shot up straight and put her hand at her hip, as if reaching for a weapon.

Suspicious.

When she saw it was me, though, she relaxed and rolled back into her bed.

She closed her book, "Oh, hey, Hermione. What're you doing in here?"

I shrugged, "It's a free period, plus I thought I'd get a head start on my Greek presentation."

She reopened her book, "I just finished it." Wow, someone finished her homework before me? That's new.

"Cool! I'm usually first for this kind of thing. I get my homework done and then, after the boys beg me, I help them."

She laughed, "We really are alike. But I just tell Percy that every time he gets a question right, he gets a blue cookie. It's efficient, but I have to stay with him or else he eats all of them."

I chuckled, "That does sound like the Percy I know."

Just then, Romilda Vane marched into the room. "Annabeth!" she shrieked, "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Annabeth flipped the page of her book. "Have you?" She asked nonchalantly.

Romilda started fanning her face, "Yeah. You're Percy's best friend, right?"

She flipped another page, "What's it to you?"

Romilda put her hands in her lap, grinned, "Well I was wondering, if you know Percy so well, would you help me impress him?"

Annabeth's eyes scanned the chapters, "Well, he likes girls who are down to earth. The kind that aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. He likes-"

Romilda cut her off with a wave of her hand. She smiled, "No, no, no. I mean clothes. What color? How much make-up? Stuff like that."

Annabeth looked like she was forcing her smile at this point. "Well," she said, "You should know that you should wear red, his favorite color. A dress, because he avoids girls in casual clothes. And all the make-up that you can. The stuff you put on your face. He loves the... uh... natural look of fakeness."

I leaned closer to her, muttering, "That doesn't sound like Percy. In fact, that's the opposite..." I trailed off as I realized what she was up to. She winked at me.

Romilda was digging through her trunk, pulling out all kinds of clothes that I didn't know enough about to name.

She threw up her hands giving a loud sigh, "I'm going to have to buy new clothes. But anything for Percy."

She looked determined to win Percy's heart, even if she was doing it all wrong.

She pulled out her mirror and a makeup kit, "I guess I better start now."

Annabeth gathered her stuff and walked out of the room, so I followed her. She crashed onto the couch, her legs on the armrests.

She groaned, "What do those girls see in Seaweed Brain? I mean, please. Besides, anyone who knows Percy would do the complete opposite of what I'd told her."

She giggled, "That was crazy."

Percy walked down the staircase and jumped over the back of the couch, crashing on the cushion next to Annabeth. "What're we talking about, Owl Face?"

Annabeth shrugged, "Nothing. Just don't be surprised if Romilda Vane walks up to you in a red dress and a lot of makeup. Although, you might not be able to recognize her."

Percy tilted his head, then looked at me. "Witches are weird. No offense, 'Mione."

I smirked, "It's not like you're normal."

Percy nudged Annabeth, "We're perfectly normal." They laughed like they had an inside joke or something.

Those two had a secret.

A secret that might be really important.

I had all of the clues.

I had the two suspects right here in front of me.

I even had a cool interrogation lamp like they used in those detective movies.

So there was only really one way to figure out what they were hiding.

By going to the library.