Demigods at Rookwood

Chapter 7

Annabeth

That afternoon, after class, I went to Mr. Bartholomew's office.

I was more nervous than I should've been, as I came to the door labelled 'HEADMASTER', where other girls were waiting.

As we stood there, I took out my prep work, and started working on it.

After about 5 minutes of waiting, we heard a "come in" from behind the door.

The chairs in front of
Mr. Bartholomew's desk had been moved, and he got us to stand in front of his desk.

"Thank you all for coming" Mr. Bartholomew said. He said it like he was grateful we didn't waste his time.

"I have chosen you as Prefects personally for your exemplary behaviour. As Prefects, you will be responsible for reporting to me if you catch anyone breaking the rules"

He coughed, and then dug through his desk drawer, pulling out a red notebook.

"You will each be given one of these. You will use them" he coughed for about 5 minutes before continuing on. "to record any rule breaking"

Someone raised their hand.

Mr. Bartholomew looked at them for a moment. I thought he was going to start shouting at her. My hand went into my satchel, where my drakon bone sword was, on instinct.

Luckily, he let her ask her question.
"What happens if we fill up our book?"

"If that does happen, that means I will have to up disciplinary standards"

"Sir" I said.

He looked at me, with a slight angry tone. "Yes, Miss Chase" he said carefully, but in an agitated tone.

"I think she meant do we get a new one, if we fill up this one" I told him.

"Yes" he said, still a little agitated. "You get a new one"

The girl who'd asked the question and I both nodded our heads.

Mr. Bartholomew talked more, drilling the rules, and prefect duties into our heads, often times forgetting we were there.

The whole time he was talking, I was on edge. I kept my hand in my satchel, clutching my sword. I felt like he might attack at any moment.

Mr. Bartholomew talked for a long time. By the time he'd given us our badges, notebooks and pens, and dismissed us, it was dinner time.

I was relieved to get out of there. Something about Mr. Bartholomew made me feel uneasy.

I stuffed the notebook, pen and badge, into my satchel as I ran to the dining hall.

I got my food and walked over to the Richmond table.

"How was your meeting with Mr. Bartholomew?" Asked Ivy.

I shrugged. "Worse things have happened"

"What did he talk about?" Asked Ariadne.

"Nothing much. Just about the rules, and what being a prefect meant. I don't think he remembered we were there half the time"