~Percy~
The next morning I woke up and put on my orange camp half-blood T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

I walked out of the guest rooms and saw that Harry, Ron and Hermione were all standing looking as if they were waiting for me.

"Hello, did you sleep alright?" Hermione asked

"Yeah I actually did," I said, "I'm starving let's go get some food."

We left the common room and walked down to the great hall. Whilst we walked, Hermione spoke very quickly about a homework assignment she had completed, like the way Annabeth talks when she is on a rant about architecture- I really miss Annabeth.

Hermione told me that we would be getting our timetables at breakfast. I wondered in the back of my mind what lessons you do at a wizard school, whilst in the front of my mind still thinking how much I missed Annabeth.

We got to the great hall and all ate our breakfast. I steered clear of the prawns and salmon, why they had seafood for breakfast I don't know. Professor McGonagall (the lady who had the hat last night) came down the table handing out timetables. Eventually, she made it to us and gave gave Harry, Ron and I identical timetables and gave Hermione one with more classes.

I looked down at my timetable and saw that I had a lesson called Divination first thing.

'"Bloody hell, that old bat first!" Ron said, he looked at Harry and I, "you too?"

We both nodded. We finished our breakfast and said goodbye to Hermione. I followed Harry and Ron up a lot of stairs to one of the highest points in the school. We came into a corridor with no doors apart from the one we just came in through. After a few minutes of waiting a silver ladder descended from the ceiling and Harry climbed up.

I followed and we came into a room that stunk almost as much of flowers as the Demeter cabin at camp did. We sat down on miss-matched armchairs and a woman came up to me.

"My dear may I see you're palm?" she asked, the lady had glasses on that made her eyes look massive and she was draped in many scarves and shawls.

I held out my palm for her to see, she took it and examined it, "my dear death grows ever closer, I advise that you stay away from water as you will soon drown."

I stood up. I found this stupid lady predicting that I would die in my father's domain very offensive, "you couldn't predict what I'm going to eat for dinner, you're just a fake," and with that I stormed out of the room, swearing to myself on the River Styx that I wouldn't go back there.