The Potter Lost In A Hurricane

12. Mythology class

***Hazel***
The castle was beautiful. The paintings were each unique and I loved the way they all had their own personality. I had heard a few of them speak which shocked me at first, but I got over it after the second time. The portrait entrance to our dorm was a picture of a woman who had control of who she let in the passage behind her. But I have seen stranger things, so who am I to judge.

The ghosts around the castle also seem to be avoiding me after what I said last night. I'm oddly proud of my lie. It just came so naturally. I wonder if it's part of the wit enhancing potion. Or maybe I'm just getting better at lying. I was doing it a lot.

At breakfast we got our schedules. We all had the same classes as the so called Golden Trio. Everyone in the school kept staring at us and whispering about Harry and Percy being brothers. I guess word had gotten around.

"What's first?"Percy asked.

"Read your timetable." Ron said stuffing his face with bacon.

"I don't feel like unscrabling words this early in the morning." He mumbled grabbing some toast.

"We have Mythology/DADA first." I said, checking the schedule. "I'm a bit excited, meeting our schoolmates."

Ron groaned as Harry said . "That includes Malfoy."

"Who's that?" Annabeth asked.

"A Slytherin boy who happens to be a bit mean." Hermione said, pouring herself some coffee.

"A bit? Hermione, he is the worst." Ron said.

"And what kind of a name is 'Malfoy'?" Percy asked.

"Thank you" Ron agreed.

And we finished our breakfast with meaningless conversations. Once it was over, we all followed Hermione and Ron, who both already knew all the trick stairs and which doors you needed to ask permission to enter. I knew most of them too. I just felt the stone. Sometimes it was hollow, sometimes it was testing me, daring me to step on it. I'm not really a sure how to explain it.

The door was opened so we all went to sit down. I found a space next to a boy named Neville. I was actually excited hopefully learn more about Greek and Roman mythology. I didn't learn much about it when I was in school.But im not sure if thats because I want to school in Louisiana or becasue I went to school for kids of color in the 1940's. We were all in our own conversations (Neville was really sweet, we were talking about his toad) when a ghost went through the wall into the classroom. The class got quiet at once. I hope she isn't afraid of me like the other ghosts were last night. If she is a teacher, she should be more professional than that.

She looked about my age (15 probably) with long dark hair that went to her mid back. She was wearing modern clothes, so she must have died recently. And to top off her nervous expression, she wore a floppy beanie on her head to keep hair out of her face. There was something about her that felt familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"Hello everyone" She wasn't British. Andyear eight seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. "Welcome to your new class on Mythology and Defense Against the Dark Arts. We should cover basic Greek and Roman stories over the course of the year." Something about her was familiar. And it was bothering me I couldn't figure it out.
She surveyed the class. She looked at Harry for a few seconds, then me, then Annabeth then "Percy Jackson" she said stunned. Percy was fiddling with his sword, in pen form. He looked up.

"What?" He was clearly shocked "You- You're"

"Spit it out stupid." Some blond boy yelled from my left. The green tie told me he was a Slytherin.