MPPJ nine
Percy's POV
I think I thoroughly annoyed Annabeth. After breakfast, Annabeth and I went to our tower to get ready for our first classes. We each went through our doors respectively. So most teachers would write on their chalkboards and use that, but with my dyslexia I didn't. With my luck and end up being Greek. My first class was strictly Griffindor, Harry's group. Annabeth had a mixture Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Annabeth and I thought about wearing full Greek Battle armor to our first class, it would definitely make us more respected and feared. It could also blow our cover.
I sat down at my desk and started eating my muffin I stole from breakfast. Apparently I had forgotten to unlock the door because the students never came in. I let them in bout 30 minutes late. Once everyone was seated I began my lesson that I hadn't prepared.
I just went with the flow, "What is a dark art? What makes it dark? Is it the spell itself or the person that uses the spell? I understand you just went through 'war' against Voldemort... But were the spells they used actually evil? Take the killing curse for example, compare it to a gun, neither are actually evil. Can anyone tell me when the killing curse could be considered a blessing?"

"What's a gun, sir?" I looked at the wizard in shock, and then realized some of the wizards that are pureblood live without the knowledge of the mortal/Muggle world.

"A gun is like a wand but uses a bunch of mechanical stuff that I don't understand and shoots a bullet, a small metal thing, out, much like a spell, but most of the time the bullet is more destruction and pain. Now back on topic, when is the killing curse a blessing?"
A younger girl raised her hand, "If someone was in excruciating pain, death would be a blessing, sir."
"Thank you. Don't call me sir, I'm your age possibly younger."
"How did you get the job then, professor?"
"Your headmistress, called in a favor from my tutor type teacher, and here we are. Does anyone know how long this class is?"

Annabeth's POV

Percy annoys me so much sometimes, I saw him take that muffin, too. My transfiguration class was full of 12 year olds, and I have come to the conclusion that nearly all of my siblings would be part of either Ravenclaw or Slytherin; Ravenclaw for the wit but Slytherin for the cunning. I enjoyed the class; it didn't even feel much different than giving lessons at camp. The students are very bright even if most of them didn't get to come to school last year because of the Death Eaters. If this is on of the younger groups then I can't wait to see how the other classes are. The one thing that I enjoyed most, it might just be the hubris speaking, but they all called me professor, considering I haven't had a formal education.

My next class is full of students older than me. I just hope they listen to me.

As much as I would like to just IM Thalia and Piper, we haven't been here long enough for me to feel safe with that. I have to send an owl, my mother's sacred animal, on a trans-Atlantic journey. Gods, the wizards. I wonder how Percy's lesson is going. Knowing him he forgot to open the door for the kids.

Pathetic Time Skip

When I went down to lunch with Percy, I would have said he looked like his lessons had gone to plan, but he did not have plans to begin with. His enthusiasm was contagious, I found myself smiling. Being the oblivious dolt he is, when he saw me smiling he had to come and hug me from behind and rest his head on mine. The only reason I had not enjoyed it was he was still eating, enough said.

We sat down. I asked him how his day was and he the same. In reply to his question, I told him my thoughts on the different houses and about the fact that it had felt like camp again. He told me about him explaining how some spells could be considered a blessing rather than a curse. I was secretly impressed, though I did not tell him that; we do not make his nonexistent ego bigger. As we finished, Luna came up to us and we struck up a conversation that made no sense to Percy, if the look on his face was anything to go by. I kissed him on the cheek and told him to go to class.

A.N.

Sooo… lets not hate. Life is a hassle. Nough said. This is a chapter to say sorry; I need help, and Happy (er… sorry Merry) Halloween. So I would prefer to not receive a bunch of hate in the comments or another poisoned cookie (don't ask). I have a poll open about if any people would want to help me write this, as I want to finish it but I don't have time at the moment. So please check that out.

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As I don't get to go trick or treating, I hope I can get another chapter out in a reasonable time. Also I didn't get any chocolate this year, not that I was going to give it to the little people or anything. XD

I also have a buttload of homework tonight; I mean really what kind of teacher assigns homework on a holiday?

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