Percy Jackson-

I have never been the smartest demigod. In fact, my obliviousness is pretty much just as well known as my being the Hero of Olympus. But, even so, I could still see how the pink toad lady was majorly pissing everyone off. Ginny cursed her about a thousand times while we (We meaning Dead Beat Jr, The Sparking Pine Tree, and yours truly) taught her how to properly kick peoples' butts.

Speaking of, Ginny was making really good progress. Her reflexes were good, but Thalia and I agreed that we'd have to build them up better naturally over time. (Nico was sleeping, so he didn't give us his input.) She was handling a sword better than before, and her natural ability to predict and defend against attacks was getting better all of the time.

Of course, it's only been two days. But two highly productive days.  The miracles that happen when you don't have class.  Weekends, am I right?  Best thing since sliced bread.

I don't know if we are good influences on her, actually...I'm pretty sure she didn't know most of those curses before she met me...and I do not mean the magical kind.

The Wizarding World is weird.  I don't see what the big hype is about Quidditch.  Honestly, does no one play Capture-the-Flag anymore?  What is the big deal?  You fly around on a stick and throw/hit/catch/block three kinds of balls.  Not horrible, I suppose.  Could be fun, if played with the right people.  But, I know it sounds weird,  but it isn't nearly deadly enough.  

Demigod fun normally means your life is in danger.  Maybe some people would think that sounds kind of sadistic.  But, hey, it is true.  Demigod fun normally involves sword fighting, climbing lava walls, and fights to the death with other demigods that don't exactly mean a fight to the death.

Monsters...not always fun.  But fighting with other demigods, not dying...maybe being blasted with lightning, being attacked with shadows, and the threat of maiming.  But that's what makes it interesting.

Although, it doesn't take us long to find trouble anywhere.  Even over otherwise peaceful weekends of fighting.

"Watch where you're going, you idiots!" The blonde snot sneered.

"Hey, you're the one who bumped me.  Don't get your panties in a twist, honey." Thalia scowled.  I rolled my eyes.  Thalia was less than two seconds from electrifying him.  Not that I'd mind, or anything, but it might be hard to explain to the Doc how he got struck by lightning while indoors.

"You don't want me as an enemy, freaks." Malfoy's left eye twitched.

"That's right, you are-oh-so-important." Thalia crossed her arms sarcastically.

"You don't want to cross me.  Crossing me means crossing my father.  You need to treat me with respect!"

"O Mighty Blond Ferret, how may I serve you, my lord?  Should I scrub your feet?  Wash your socks?  Or perhaps I should face your enemies for you?  Need any new henchmen to fight your battles?  You never do seem keen on doing the dirty work for yourself, Malfoy.  Why is that?  Can't take the heat?"

While Malfoy spluttered at me in a fruitless attempt to make a coherent sentence, I heard Nico muttering behind me.

"Leo would have a field day with that, I swear..."

"Oh, don't start." Thalia snapped.

"I really have got to meet this guy!  I think he may just be crazier than all of you combined." Ginny grinned.

"Oh, no!" I turned my back fully on Malfoy, and he marched away in a huff, hesitantly followed by his hench-idiots, Crabcake, and G-something.  "Uh uh.  No way.  I have worked way too hard to establish my rep.  I won't have some repair boy take my craziness away from me.  Not even one of my best friends."

"Well, it depends if the Stolls and or Clarisse are involved.  They are all the same crazy, they just go about it in different ways.  The Stolls equals pranks galore.  Leo'll set everything on fire.  Clarisse'll stuff kids' heads down the toilet." Thalia smirked.

"Actually, she'll just beat 'em up."  I grinned.  "And I'm more than glad to take responsibility for her change in scenery."

"Oh, right!  Didn't you...become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom?" Thalia mused.  "Annabeth took great care to tell me this particular story in great detail.  My only regret is that I didn't get to witness it first-hand.  I so wish I could've seen the look on her face."

"Well it's pretty much the same no matter what.  She just scowls at everything.  Kind of like Malfoy.  Only, I hate him.  I love to fight her."

"I like her." Nico shrugged.  We all looked at him.  "Well, as much as this means...she hasn't tried to beat me up yet."

"I s'pose that's something."

"You should count yourself lucky."

"It's a shame he hasn't been on GH in a while..." Nico muttered, mostly to himself.

"Huh?"

"Kidding..."

"You watch...General Hospital...?" I asked him, my eyes wide.

"No you don't." Thalia's eyes lit up in an evil way.

Nico blushed.  "Well...see...no one ever really dies on that show...so I thought I would check it out for...for...my father..."

We burst into laughter.  That is, until Nico had shadows chase us.

Anyway...

The next day I found out about the Educational Decree when I saw Harry and Ron studying it in the Gryffindor Common Room.

All Student Organizations, Societies, Teams, Groups, and Clubs are henceforth disbanded.

An Organization, Society, Team Group, or Club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students.  

Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).  

No Student Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor.

Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, a Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled.

At least, that's what I assumed it said, since Harry was kind enough to read it out loud for me, since it pretty much all looked like gibberish to me.  

"Does this mean they're going to shut down the Gobstones Club?" A second year asked his friend.

"I reckon you'll be okay with Gobstones," Ron said darkly, making the poor midget jump.  "I don't think we're going to be as lucky, though, do you?" Ron said to Harry.

The poor lad looked like he was constipated or something.  Maybe he should go to the bathroom or something...

"This isn't a coincidence." Harry said, clenching his fists.  "She knows."

"She can't." Ron said.

"There were people listening in that pub.  And let's face it, we don't know how many of the people who turned up we can trust...any of them could have run off and told Umbridge."

And then Ron started to blame some people.  For a moment I thought and didn't say anything.  Surprising, I know.

"I doubt it." I intervened.  Harry and Ron started at me.  "Look, I don't think any of them snitched.  I saw at least two people in the pub who were clearly eavesdropping.  That's why I didn't tell you the perfect place to hold the meetings then and there."

"Why don't you tell us now?" Ron asked.

"I'll wait until we get the green light from Hermione.  She scares me sometimes...reminds me too much of my girlfriend..."

"Speaking of Hermione, I wonder if she's seen this yet?" Harry asked.

  "Let's go and tell her," was Ron's brilliant idea.  I, knowing what was going to happen, held in a laugh.  I released it when he ended up laying down at Harry's feet.

"Er-I don't think we're allowed in the girls' dormitories," Harry grinned as he helped Ron to his feet.

"Oooh, who tried to get upstairs?" Two forth-year girls giggled.

"Me," grunted Ron, looking disheveled.  "I didn't realize that would happen.  It's not fair!" Ron complained.  "Hermione's allowed in our dormitory, how come we're not allowed-?"

"Well,  it's an old-fashioned rule," Hermione said as she slid down neatly.  "But it says in Hogwarts, A History that the founders thought boys were less trustworthy than girls."-I snickered.  Not if they met Drew and the old Aphrodite cabin, they wouldn't think that.-"Anyway, why were you trying to get in there?"

"To see you-look at this!" Ron demanded, dragging her over to notice board.

Hermione's expression became stony as she read the notice.

"Someone must have blabbed to her," Ron insisted angrily.

"They can't have done." Hermione said in a low voice.

"You're so naive," said Ron.  "you think just because you're all honorable and trustworthy-"

"No, they can't have done because I put a jinx on that piece of parchment we all signed." Hermione said grimly.  I grinned at her and gave her a thumbs up.  "Believe me, id anyone's run off and told Umbridge, we'll know exactly who they are and they will really regret it."

"I gotta go and tell Dumb and Dumber.  See you guys in a bit," I grinned and waved to them, while running off to the Room of Reflection.  Thalia insisted on early morning warm-ups, and dragged Nico along with her.

When I got there, I was immediately insulted.  Thalia and Nico were battling it out-shadows and undead people against lightning.

"Hey!"  They stopped and shrugged at me guiltily.

"I didn't do it!" Ginny cried.  

I rolled my eyes at her and glared at my cousins.

"You guys are fighting with powers-without me!"

"I'm sorry, Perce.  We were just giving Ginny, our new honorary cousin, a good show.  We weren't even trying that hard.  Don't worry, Kelpie, we save our most violent powers for you."  Thalia grinned.

I smiled.  "Oh.  That's all right, then.  As long as you guys keep your A-game for sparring with me, I don't mind.  Anyway, the reason I'm here is became the Toad-lady just became more tyrannical."

I told them about the notice in the Common Room.  

"Oh, yeah.  I think we passed that when we snuck out at around two in the morning.  But I wasn't really paying too much attention.  Besides, I couldn't even read what it said," Nico shrugged.

"Is it really that hard to write things in Greek when you have magic?" Thalia scowled.

"Apparently," I shrugged.  "So Harry, Ron, and Hermione aren't too happy.  Ron was convinced your boyfriend ratted us out until Hermione told him that he couldn't have because she put a jinx on the thing we signed."

We all laughed.  "Good for Hermione," Ginny said.  "He really thought Michael did it?  Ron is such an imbecile."

I shrugged.  "You have Ron for a brother.  I have a half-brother who is a cyclops."

..."I'll trade you."

...

Nico, Thalia, and I sat by Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the back of the dungeon.

"You will notice," Snape sneered (Ha, Alliteration.  I only know that because of Annabeth...but still.) "That we have a guest with us today."

Oh, joy.  Like hanging out with my old buddy, Big and Beefy.

Snape gestured towards the dim corner of the dungeon, and the wicked witch herself sat there with her stupid clipboard.  A whole class with two teachers he couldn't stand.  How fun.

And that wasn't even sarcasm.  They'd piss each other off, and then I'd piss both of them off even more.  It'd be wonderful...

"We are contnuing with our Strenghening Solutions today, you will find your mixtures as you left them last lesson.  If correctly made they should have matured well over the weekend-instructions"-He waved his wand-"on the board.  Carry on."

I couldn't, of course, read the instructions, but thankfully I had a little birdie-called the goddess of magic-in my ear, giving me directions that I relayed to my two cousins.

That gave me leeway to listen to Idiot and Even More Idiotic.

"Well, the class seems fairly advanced for their level." She said.  "Though I would question whether it is advisable to teach them a potion like the Strenghening Solution.  I think the Ministry would prefer it if that was removed from the syllabus."

Ooh.  The only thing he hated more than Harry, Me, and people in general were people telling him what to do in his own classroom.

"Now...how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" She asked, her quill poised over her clipboard.

"Fourteen years," Snape said.  His face was impassive, but if you were as well-versed with reading people as I was-it is a survival skill-it was easy to tell that he was beginning to get irritated.

"You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, I believe?"

"Yes."

"But you were unsuccessful?"

Snape's lip curled.  "Obviously."

Does she have a death wish, or what?  She wasn't a demigod, he was actually a serious-ish threat to her.

"And you have applied regularly for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post since you first joined the school, I believe?"

Why ask questions you already know the answer to?  I swear, it is just like normal school all over again.  And to think, I thought I was finally done with that.

"Yes," now Snape couldn't contain his loathing, and it showed on plainly on his face.  

"Do you have nay idea why Dumbledore has consistently refused to appoint you?"

"I suggest you ask him." Snape said jerkily.  If I were him, she'd be drowning in salt water by now.  Hmm.  Turns out evil-looking Potion's teacher has more patience than a hyperactive demigod.  Who knew.

"Oh, I shall," she said with a too-sweet smile. 

...

Harry told me that Sirius was going to have his head in the fireplace sometime after everyone went to sleep.  Thalia said "whatever" and went to train more, and Nico rolled his eyes and went to sleep, so I was the only one of the demigod party in this little meeting.  To pass the time sitting in the Common Room, I payed attention to the show going on.  Fred and George were displaying their joke-shop products.

"We still need to find out how to get our hands on that Centaur blood and Pegasus feathers.  Those things don't let anybody near them."  Fred was saying to George after they had finished. 

"I'll help you out-with both accounts," I smirked.

"Percy?"

"Who did you think I was?-Kreacher?"

They laughed.  "You can really help us?" George asked.

"Yeah," I shrugged.  "No problem.  But I'd like a discount when you guys make it big."

"Discount?  If you get your hands on Centaur blood and Pegasi feathers, you can get free stuff from our store whenever you'd like!" Fred exclaimed.

We shook hands and the deal was made.  You know, I really like those two.  It's like have two sets of Stoll brothers.  

...

I was starting to nod off on one of the couches when I heard Ron say; "Sirius!"

"Hi," He said, grinning.  

"Hi," chorused Harry, Ron, and Hermione.  

Sirius was grinning happily until his gaze rested on me.  Suddenly, his features were marred by a scowl.  "You!"

Sorry guys, I know you must be pretty pissed off, and I don't blame you one bit.  I am truly sorry I haven't updated in a while.  I was sick-then I had finals-then I went to Florida for a while.  So I wasn't really available.  And then I had a bit of writer's block... But I promise to try and update the next chapter really soon.  Please excuse any spelling and or grammatical mistakes.  This is not edited.

So how's summer been treating you guys?  For those of you who aren't on summer break, that sucks. 

I based a lot of this chapter off of the book, and I'm going to try and do that more often, but there will still be chapters with just plain demigod nonsense.

Do I have anything interesting to say?....I don't think so.  So I'm just going to update now.  Please vote and comment.  Tell me what you like, what you don't...hopefully you liked this chapter, though.  

You guys are awesome, and don't worry, because there is no chance of me not finishing this book.  I'm going to try and work on my others works, as well.  For those of you who have tried out my other books, thank you!  For those of you who haven't, you guys are still awesome, but please try reading them, too.

Okay, so I'm going to update this now...so...yeah.

-Book_The_Worm