The next morning Percy woke up in his dorm room. He awoke before the others, slipping into most of his uniform and just grabbing the rest. He hated the robes and vest, why would he put them on before he had to?

He grabbed his bag, a satchel type thing that hung across his chest from his left shoulder to rest on his right hip.

His Common Room was decorated in different shades of yellow, bronze pots hanging from the ceiling filled with different plants. Each held a different magical property, as their Prefects had told them. The couches were plush and plaid with yellow and black squares. Round windows were high on the curved walls, letting in the barest traces of light.

He finished his tie as he ducked out of the entrance, his dress shoes clicking on the marble floors as he made his way up to the Great Hall.

Annabeth was in the far tower, also awake before her dormmates. Her blue covers smoothed out as she made her bed. She too only wore most of her uniform, the robes deemed too confining. She slipped out of the tower and down to the Great hall after scanning the room.

The arched ceiling was covered in constellations, the furnishings spread out and neat. Blue, bronze, and silver were the choice colors apparently.

She pulled her curls into a high pony tail as her footsteps echoed through the empty halls. But a snort had her looking up, Percy was leaned against the wall outside the Hall. "I'm a step ahead of you." He teased, pulling on his tie. Annabeth's wasn't tied yet.

"I don't know how to tie it." She complained. Percy chuckled then walked towards her. He took the tie in his hands and tied it for her, showing her the steps. "Where did you learn?" She asked, adjusting it slightly.

"My mom taught me when I was little." He shrugged but his cheeks colored. Annabeth grinned, kissed his cheek then breezing past him. "Hey, Wise Girl." He caught up and they walked into the Great Hall, seemingly the first two. "Good luck today."

"Good luck." She mused back.

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The days passed filled with classes and the two of them trying to get used to everything. 

In the first week it was clear most of the students were unprepared and severely lacking in the common sense department.

Annabeth and Percy found they had a good portion of their classes together only splitting for Herbology. Every other class they sat together and did their work as a team. She kept him awake during History of Magic, and he did the same for her in Astrology.

In Charms they both excelled, Professor Flitwick clapping along merrily. Though they had both deemed Professor McGonagall their favorite, her stern nature and clever mind won them both over with no effort on her part. In their first Transfiguration class they had to write many long and in-depth notes before trying to make a match into a needle.

To Annabeth's irritation, Percy got it before her, if only by a few seconds. They both earned their own Houses points. Being the only two in the class to do so, and fairly early by the Professor's expression, had McGonagall smiling faintly.

Their Defense Against The Dark Arts class was a fiasco. The teacher seemed to be a nervous wreck and his room smelled strongly of garlic and other plants to ward off things of the Dark. But both Percy and Annabeth glanced at each other during their lessons with Quirrell and shook their heads. He wasn't fooling them, something was up with that guy. They didn't have a clue what but he just wasn't right.

Neither were ahead of the other students, they just seemed to be the only ones with brains besides a handful that could tell you the difference between a rock and a tree. And their magic they had wasn't even more powerful. Hecate explained, in the letter, that their godly blood would help her charms stay in place, and hold on for their stay in the past. The spells cast on them let the demigods use the wands like normal Witches and Wizards, but did not nessacary give them any edge. If they turned out to have a little more power than the others, that was their own doing, not thanks to any spell from Hecate herself. 

The only class they ran into a road block in was Potions, but that was because the teacher was a grade-a prick.

Annabeth was again sat next to Percy, towards the front but not dead center. The black haired, black eyed teacher called roll then started his speech.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," He started. He wasn't loud, barely much more than a whisper, but no student dared talk. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses . . ."

Percy fought the rolling in his gut, the answer to the words the professor had no clue he was wielding. Human veins . . . Annabeth clamped her hand over his, ignoring the clammy skin that greeted her. Percy nodded, lifting his chin again and listening to the rest of the teacher's lecture.

"I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death-if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Snape finished, Percy made the mistake of meeting his eyes. "Jackson!" He called out in the silence that followed his claims.

Percy lifted his chin, raising one eyebrow. His fingers were entwined with Annabeth's under the table, and she squeezed as the teacher narrowed his eyes.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape questioned.

Percy held in his rolling eyes. He and Annabeth had read through the main books while in Diagon Alley, trying to prepare as much as possible. "You get a sleeping potion so powerful it's referred to as the Draught of Sleeping Death."

Snape didn't let Percy's correct answer ruffle him, the class broke out in murmurs though.

"If I told you to find me a bezoar, Jackson, where would you look?"

"First I'd look in your supply cabinet," This got a small laugh out of some of the class. "however, I assume you mean where do they come from. They come from the stomachs of goats, and can be used as an antidote for most potions." He leaned back a little and smiled faintly. Annabeth tightened her hold on his hand even as she fought a grin.

"The difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape growled.

"They're the same plant, also called aconite." Percy winked, still smiling. "Any more?"

Snape's dark eyes filled with what seemed to be begrudging . . . not respect but not loathing. It was a start, Percy guessed.

The class continued and he paired them up to make a simple potion to cure boils. The only group he didn't comment on was Percy's and Annabeth's, as if he thought saying nothing was better than praising them.

For throughout the class, they were the only ones who's potion turned out right. Every Ravenclaw in the class seemed about ready to pull out their hair, the Hufflepuffs were worry sweating and glancing around for where Snape was.

After leaving the class Annabeth and Percy walked up to the courtyard together.

If the classes were like this all the time, they wondered if this might be their easiest quest yet.