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By the time Anthea and Hades get back to the Great Hall the following day, Anthea can be seen wearing one of her muggle shirts with a pair of leggings and trainers. Her hair is in a half up half down updo whilst she's now wearing her watch from camp and the necklace Annabeth had made for her. Both she and Hades had stopped there on their way back to the Great Hall, Anthea knowing everyone would have been back in the hall by then.

Hades wears a much more relaxed outfit, him wearing grey sweats whilst his hair isn't combed back like it usually is. Anthea had managed to convince Hades to wear something much more relaxing due to the fact that he doesn't need to be wearing a suit every day. Luckily, he had listened to her, in all fairness, he does listen to her most of the time anyway. Zeus is still shocked that Anthea can get Hades to listen to him and even she doesn't know the answer to it but the rest of the gods just think that he's a simp for her.

Anthea walks over to her friends from Camp Half-Blood, Annabeth, Thalia, and others along with her brother. "How the fuck is your life so messed up, Thea?" Annabeth questions, looking at the girl. "It's not even fucking Halloween and you've already gone through so much shit."

"Trust me, A, the amount of shit that I get in one year here, is the same amount of shit we get up to during the holidays, although, I think the amount of shit that happened last year might come in a close second," Anthea tells the group.

"You never thought to tell me any of this when you came home from school through?" Percy questions, turning to her adopted sister.

"You never thought to ask. Although, I think that when the film starts back up again, you might be shocked as to what happens next," Anthea tells them as the screen turns back on. The group move back to the sofa before Anthea sits down besides Annabeth and Percy, Hades sitting besides his brother.

[That Halloween night, the Great Hall has floating Jack O' Lanterns in place of the candles. Anthea notices an empty spot on the bench.]

Anthea: Where's Granger disappeared off to?

Neville: Parvati Patil said that she wouldn't come out of the girl's bathroom. She said that she had been in there all afternoon... crying.

[Anthea raises an eyebrow but shrugs. She always knew that if people butt into other people's business, then something bad is going to happen to you. Suddenly, Professor Quirrell comes running into the Great Hall in panic.]

Quirrell: TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON! T-TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! [Dumbledore rises from his seat in concern. Everyone looks at Quirrell and stops and he stop and there is utter silence.] Thought you ought to know. [He passes out.]

[The room is silent, and then the majority of students freak out, screaming and running. Anthea looks at them in shock.]

Anthea: This school has so many bloody idiots in. I thought the troll was in the dungeon, not in here. [she facepalms]

Dumbledore: SILLLLLEEEEENNNNNCCCCEEE! [Everyone stops and calms down.] Everyone will please, not panic. Now, Prefects will lead their houses back to their dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons.

"Aren't the Slytherin dungeons in the dungeons?" Narcissa questions, staring at the screen in shock. She is clearly not happy with eh fact that her son could be harmed.

"And the Hufflepuff ones as well," Amelia continues.

[Snape looks aghast, and he walks out through the doorway. Anthea rolls her eyes at the Headmaster before getting up and climbing onto the tables.]

Anthea: ARE YOU MAD?! Am I right in thinking that both the Slytherin and Hufflepuff dormitories are in the dungeon?

[Many of the teachers look at her in shock. Dumbledore has a barely noticeable snarl on his face, clearly not happy about being questioned. Professor Flitwick was the one who took charge, seeing as none of the teachers was willing to do it.]

Flitwick: You will stay here until the incident is dealt with. Prefects make sure not a single student leaves this hall [he instructs before the teachers leave the hall]

[Anthea and Neville head towards the Slytherin table. Susan is there as well, wanting to thank Anthea for what she has done for everyone in the hall, especially the Slytherin's and Hufflepuffs.]

Anthea: [smirking] Jeez. I never knew you could scream that loud, Draco.

By now, most of the gods are staring at the headmaster of Hogwarts in shock. How could an eleven-year-old think more about the safety of all of the students than the teachers who have been teaching there and had gone to school there. "Don't worry," Anthea says, turning to look at the gods and the rest of the guests, "The teachers here will always have a prejudice towards at least one house here. Hell, unless you're in Hufflepuff or are friends with one or are head of their house, you will most likely forget that they are even a house. They seem to care more about the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor than anything else."

Susan: [turning the look at Anthea] Thank you, Anthea Potter.

[Anthea turns her head to the side to find a small Hufflepuff stood to her left.]

Anthea: Sorry but who are you?

Susan: Susan Bones but you can call me Susan.

Anthea: You're most welcome, Susan. And please just call me Anthea.

Susan: Well, thank you Anthea.

Anthea: You're welcome, Susan. Someone's got to look after the Hufflepuffs now don't they. Now, I'm sure we're going to be great friends.

[Anthea sticks out her hand to shake it, Susan taking it and shaking her hand.]

Draco: Didn't Professor Quirrell pass out?

Anthea: Yeah he did. Why?

Draco: Well, now he's gone. Look. [points towards the spot on the floor where Quirrell had been.]

Neville: What the hell?

Anthea: You don't think Quirrel let the troll in do you?

Draco: Why would you think that?

Anthea: It's simple, really. Quirrell hasn't been here all of dinner and suddenly he bursts in screaming about a troll being loose in the school, seems a bit suspicious, doesn't it? And now he's disappeared as well now.

Neville: Wow. Never thought about it that way, actually.

[The screen begins to zoom out on the trio before turning black.]

"So, you're telling me, that an eleven-year-old seems to have more common sense?" Sally questions, turning to look at the Professors but none of them have anything to say.