Hi! I just realized...I have a lot of drabbles and no where to put them...and thus this story is born! It gets its name, The Oracle's Attic, from one thought I had: there are a bunch of artifacts up there with their own story to tell. No, I'm not going to write about all the stuff in the attic. This is just a bunch of drabbles. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not Rick. Don't own.

Break

"So, Silena," said Drew, a beautiful Asian girl, the second oldest in the Aphrodite Cabin, while sitting on her bed and painting her nails a lurid pink. "I hears you're going out with Beckendorf. When are you going to break his heart? Oh! You should so totally do it at the fireworks!"

"I'm not going to break his heart," Silena replied, grinding her teeth together while looking for her green clutch.

"But you have to break his heart!" Drew insisted. "It's the rite of passage!"

"The only thing I'm going to break is this stupid tradition," Silena snapped, locating her bag and storming out the door.

Math

One day, Rachel's worst fear came true.

She was sitting at her desk, preparing to take a math test, when Sadie, one of her close friends, asked her, "Hey, what d'you think is going to be on this math test?" Her muscles went rigid. Her pencil dropped from her hand as her eyes glowed a toxic, eerie green and green smoke that writhed like snakes billowed out of her mouth.

"The Pythagorean theorem shall be problem two…'"

Caffeine

"PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" a satyr yelled while doing a back flip off of a tree.

"PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" another shrieked, doing a wild jig.

"PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" cried a third satyr, pounding his chest, his eyes alight with a wild, frenzied fire.

"This, Grover, is why you DO NOT, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES tell satyrs that the voice or Pan can be heard if you drink coffee," Annabeth snapped, glaring angrily at Grover.

Budding Arguments

"You need to cut your hair! It's like a shaggy black mop! And eat more cereal, while you're at it!" Demeter's rants mad Nico grind his teeth.

"My hair is fine, Demeter!" he snarled angrily. "So stop nagging me!"

"Oi! That is my mother you're talking to, young man!" Persephone screeched.

Nico sneered. "I don't give a-"

"The next word out of your mouth better be darn!" Demeter threatened, her eyes flashing.

"Shut up and stop trying to control me!" Nico snapped.

"Why, you little-" Persephone cried, rage in her eyes, and she snapped her fingers. Nico's body was turned to smoke, which quickly dissipated. Where Persephone's half-son had once stood was now a dandelion.

"Hey!" a high, squeaky voice emitted from the bright flower. "What the Hades just-OH MY FREAKING GODS! I'M A FREAKING DANDELION!"

Style Switch

"Come on, Clarisse!" Silena said exasperatedly. "Don't be such a baby!"

"I'm not a baby!" was Clarisse's heated reply from behind one of the columns of the dining pavilion. "I just look ridiculous!"

"If, by ridiculous, you mean absolutely fabulous, then yes, you look extremely ridiculous," Silena said, rolling her eyes. "Come on! Just walk to your table!"

"No!"

"Please?"

"NO!"

"Pretty please?"

"NO!"

"I'll give your cabin a five out of five on the next cabin inspection!" Silena wheedled.

"Promise?"

"Promise," Silena answered, and Clarisse stepped out into the dining pavilion, which immediately fell silent. Clarisse was wearing a feminine gunmetal gray military-style shirt, tight skinny jeans, and a clatter of silver bangles on one wrist. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail.

"Clarisse..." Travis Stoll said, letting out a low wolf-whistle as he walked up towards her. "...is that really you?"

Clarrise's face twisted down into an ugly grimace as she punched him in the stomach.

"Yep," Travis wheezed from his doubled-up position. "It's Clarisse.

Introductions

The classroom was buzzing with activity as Ms. Clio (A/N: Clio is the Muse of History) walked in. She was a petite woman with chestnut hair that tumbled down to her back in loose curls, and insightful hazel eyes framed by intelligent-looking glasses.

"Settle down, class," Ms. Clio commanded, and everyone got into their chairs. She patiently waited until all of her pupils were silent. "Today, two new students will be joining us!" There were a few murmurs at this statement, and curiosity and surprise were written across every face. Ms. Clio turned towards the door. "You may come in, girls."

Two extremely different girls walked in. They seemed to know each other.

The first seemed younger than the other. She had tan, sun-kissed skin, curly blond hair that fell past her shoulders, and intelligent, whimsical gray eyes. She was wearing a simple sapphire blue v-necked t-shirt, comfortable looking gray jeans, and plain gym shoes. Strung around her neck was a leather cord with seven painted beads and a college ring on it, and slung over her shoulder was a black messenger bag.

The look in her eyes was warm and friendly, but it clearly stated she was smart-deadly smart. It seemed that she was already forming a plan to take everyone down as she scanned the room.

The second girl seemed older, and more on an edge; her muscles were tensed. Her skin was very pale, and a spurt of freckles were sprayed across her narrow nose and high cheekbones. She had pulled her spiky, punk-style hair into a messy ponytail; the layers made it seem choppy and uneven, which suited her. Her eyes were a startling, electric blue and they had a certain quality to them, they drew you in. The second girl was wearing a tight leather jacket, a faded Green Day shirt, ripped black skinny jeans, and black boots.

She kept fidgeting and tugging sullenly at a silver chain bracelet on her left wrist. She gave a death glare that clearly proclaimed I can kick your ass to anyone who dared to meet her gaze. Her body reeked of leadership, self-assurance, and hostility. Her lips were twisted into a surly grimace as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hello, girls," Ms. Clio said, breaking the stunned silence. "Welcome to Heathersan! Please tell the class your names."

"Annabeth," the girl with blond hair said sharply. "Annabeth Chase."

"Thalia," the girl with blue eyes stated curtly.

"What's your last name?" Ms. Clio prompted.

"Grace," Thalia said through gritted teeth after a long pause, her eyes murderous.

"Alright, class, please give Thalia and Annabeth a warm welcome!" Ms. Clio encouraged, but none of the kids did anything except exchange looks. They were all thinking the same thing.

This was going to be one hell of a school year.

Bunnies and Eggs

"Hey, Katie?" a sweet voice asked, waking Katie out of a peaceful slumber. She turned to glower at whoever had woken her, but her expression gentled when she saw it was only Flora, Katie's sweet eight-year-old half-sister. The small girl brushed a strand of honey-colored hair out of her confused emerald eyes.

"What'sa matta, Flora?" Katie murmured sleepily .

"Is it Easter today?" Flora asked, and Katie frowned slightly.

"No, sweetie, it's the middle of the summer. Besides, why would you ask that?"

"There are bunnies on our roof," Flora answered.

"Oh, the poor thing must've hopped up the back stairs (A/N: They must have a way to get up to the roof so they can water the grass, right?) and gotten stranded. Would you go get it down?"

"There are too many, Katie," Flora whined. "It'll take me all day to get them down!"

"All day?" Katie asked incredulously. "How many of the furry little creatures got stranded up there?"

"They're not furry. They're chocolate bunnies!"

"WHAT?" Katie yelled, leaping off of her bed and racing out the door. Her half-brothers and half-sisters were standing there, gaping up at the roof in awe, surprise, and anger. Katie followed their gazes and gasped. Chocolate bunnies and vibrantly colored Easter eggs littered the well-kept roof.

"TRAVIS! CONNOR!" Katie yelled at the top of her lungs while gripping her caramel locks in fury, her soft hazel-green eyes narrowed in anger.

The first one was mentioned in TLH, about Silena being the only Aphrodite camper not doing the rite of passage besides Piper. The second was referenced to what Rachel said at the end of TLO. Third was what I think happened after TTC. The fourth was mentioned in TDF. Regarding to the fifth: I've always wanted Silena to give Clarisse a makeover. The sixth was mentioned in the very beginning of TTC; it said Annabeth and Thalia went to a school together, so this is what I thought their introduction would be. Seventh is mentioned throughout the whole series. Hope that cleared things up. MORE TO COME! PLEASE REVIEW!

~lilmissf