Please welcome the Ghost king, Nico di Angelo, at Hogwarts

Chapter 6

It felt refreshing to train after all this time. One whole month, do you realise? You would realize if you were a demigod. Or, I don't know, a musician or an athlete. They train too, you know. I think.

I just realized something. I'm not a demigod anymore. I'm a god. And I haven't lost any of my sword fighting skills.

Oh well. Better train anyway, it's not like I have anything else to do. Training is amazing for relieving stress, and if there's one thing being a god hasn't cured it's my anxiety.

What time is detention again?

Oh sh— crap I'm late.

Oh well. Better late than never, huh? Let's go! Yay... And I missed dinner too. That's ok, tho, because I don't actually physically need to eat and the food here isn't that great anyway. I'd kill for some ravioli, though.

Wait. What day are we again? Detention's tomorrow. Nevermind then.

The next day, we had double Charm with a very small professor who's actually good at his job unlike some teachers here, then double Transfiguration with Amazing Biscuit Professor. They both spoke about OWLS, some kind of important exams. Seriously through, what is wrong with those wizards and names? Did they have a disagreement in the past, and wizards were cursed? They even have an exam named NEWT, for Hades' sake.

Detention with Dumbridge was just wonderful. If you didn't spot the sarcasm here, something's seriously wrong with you.

I entered the room exactly one minute and thirty seven seconds late, and do you wanna know what Dumbridge did? She said I would have to come back for one additional day. Harry proceeded to ask if he could serve Friday's detention on another day, for Quidditch-related reasons. Harry, my dear, you freaking need to learn when to speak and when not to speak. You aren't exactly in any positon to ask for anything from the Toad.

The toad told us we'd have to write lines. In case you hadn't noticed, I hate writing, especially in English - freaking dyslexia, plus, it's my third language. Just, not great. I did try to see if, seeing as I'm now a god, I could now remove my dyslexia using my new godly powers, but to be honest I actually suck at using them. It's extremely annoying, I don't even alway manage to create a proper shirt, and that's the only thing I've managed so far with those powers. For example, today on my shirt is written 'I'm just a barrel racin' horse ridin' reins grippin' heel diggin' turn burnin' blue jeans wearin' tack blingin' barrel rager kinda girl'.

Which is great and all but one, I hate horses and horses hate me, and two, I have a huge preference for black jeans.

Don't worry, I wore a very black hoody over it, I'm not crazy. Well, not yet, or at least not completely. The hoody has a little sun sewed into the sleeve, but not because I'm a sap.

I wish Will was here. He always manage to stop my urges to kill people. And he's so annoyingly cute! And he can't sing to save his life, which is also quite cute in my opinion. Anyway. I'm getting off topic.

"Mr di Angelo? May I know why you aren't writing?"

I looked up, startled. I was, in fact, not writing.

"Oh, I just forgot what I had to write." I love angering this pink lover toad. Not that I hate pink lovers, just this one in particular. The toad surprisingly managed to keep her calm, and replied in her usual sickly sweet voice - you know, the one that makes me gag.

"You will write 'I must not tell lies'."

I could be doing paperwork right now. I'm actually starting to find some appeal to it.

Harry was silently writing beside me, with the quill Dumbridge gave us. It doesn't need ink, but honestly I would prefer a pen. Not Percy's, just a normal pen. If I had Riptide, I would kill the toad. I frankly don't know how I managed to leave my sword alone in the shadows all this time. It was very tempting sometimes, but apparently it isn't appropriate to kill people, or so said Will. And I (nearly) always listen to Will.