Percy Jackson and the Heir of Slytherin [Book 2]

21) History of the Chamber of Secrets

Two days later, with my arm fully healed and unworried about bullies that had detention for a very long time, I sat at a table in the library with Ron.

Ron was measuring his History of Magic homework. He'd already measured it twice before, making sure he wasn't off by eight inches.

"I don't believe it, I'm still eight inches short..." Ron said once Harry walked over, letting go of his parchment and watching it roll up, "and Hermione's done four feet seven inches and her writings tiny."

"Where is she?" Harry asked, pulling out his own homework.

"Somewhere over there," I said, pointing at the shelves.

Ron nodded, "Looking for another book. I think she's trying to read the whole library before Christmas."

Harry nodded, and started telling us about Justin rushing away from him.

"Dunno why you care, I thought he was a bit of an idiot," Ron said, ignoring my glare. "All that rubbishy about Lockhart being so great—"

"Shut up, Ronald. If it hadn't been for his pictures on the books, I would've believed everything too. He's a muggleborn. It's kinda hard to believe that anyone can lie when there's all of this magic around. I think he's descended from Aphrodite, but still. If I didn't, I would probably believe in it. Sometimes I believe the absolute crap in the Prophet, too. And he's not an idiot. He's twelfth in the year. Higher than you."

Ron narrowed his eyes at me, but they widened a little suddenly at something behind me.

"Did I hear you talking about Aphrodite children being unbelievable? Like Lockhart? Cause that's what it sounded like."

I smirked, "You have to admit, Silena, most of your siblings are better with lipstick than they are with a blade."

Silena grinned as she kneeled beside me, after giving me a noogie of course, and said, "You're definitely right, but you've seen Chelsea when someone threatened to dress her in those nasty shoes. I'm sure if I hadn't interfered, there would have been blood and nail polish coating the dirt."

"Chelsea scares me. She tried to make me wear makeup. And a dress. Should've interfered with that," I said, looking at my older friend.

Silena shook her head, "No way, you'd look great in a dress. Also, Draco thinks you should grow out your hair."

"What? Why?"

"He thinks you should grow out your hair. Shoulder length, at most. He tells me these things. Who else is he going to come to for relationship advice? And makeup, of course. That boy has no clue how to match skintones. But he still thinks that you should make your hair a little longer. If you're up for it, I can help you out with all of that. I think it'd look really good," Silena said, looking at me like she had already decided she was going to change my hair. She probably had.

Before I could say anything, Harry interrupted, "Wait, Malfoy wears makeup?"

Silena scowled suddenly, "Not for the reasons you think."

A scowling Silena was a scary Silena, so I said, "If Draco thinks I should change my hair, then I will. He's usually right about these things, anyway. Just try not to make me look like I was touched by Aphrodite, please. I already look like a girl enough as it is."

Silena brightened immediately, "Come to my room after class." She smiled and left, probably to talk to her siblings about the things she'd need.

Hermione walked out from between the shelves, looking irritated.

"All the copies of Hogwarts: A History have been taken out," she said, sitting between Harry and Ron. "And there's a two week waiting list. I wish I hadn't left my copy at home, but I couldn't fit it in my trunk with all the Lockhart books."