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ive always thought it was weird how the common rooms of each hogwarts house was supposed to be this mystery for the other houses but harry and ron could still find the slytherin dorms pretty easily in book two. I mean, everyone has a general idea of where the other houses are located (gryffindor and ravenclaw in a tower, hufflepuff in the basement etc) and that might be fine for the other houses but do you hinestly think slytherin - the most cunning and untrusting house of all would be okay with having their common rooms so easily disclosible. NO way. I think the slytherin common rooms that harry and ron go to in chamber of secrets is a fake room to distract anyone who is trying to snoop in on the slytherins. Thats why its all dark and inhospitable and evil aura types because thats what the other houses think of slytherin. So if anyone finds this fake common room, they won’t doubt its authenticity. And meanwhile, the slytherins actually have a really luxurious and comfortable hideout in a completely different part of the castle funded by their rich pureblood parents   and thats why the common rooms you saw in book two are so ugly while in reality slytherin common rooms- the house full of spoiled rich pureblood prats -  should be the most extravagant and over the top thing in the whole school 

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Percy Jackson Died

Percy Jackson died.

He was old enough, he supposed, older than so many of his friends he’d watched die, but not really old. Old enough he was tired, and suddenly finding himself in the lobby he recognized from when he was twelve years old was disconcerting but not particularly surprising.

After all, he was a half-blood, and being a half-blood often got you killed in very nasty ways.

But still.

Percy Jackson died.

Charon remembered him.

“Drown in any bathtubs recently?” he asked dryly, but he waved Percy’s apologies for not having a coin to offer him. “You paid me for passage once and it clearly didn’t stick.”

So Percy Jackson died, and he crossed the River Styx on the ferry, and this time, when he arrived in the Underworld, Cerberus was completely visible.

Last time he came to the Underworld to see Hades, he’d entered the fast-moving line and stepped into the fields of Asphodel. This time, he waited in line to see the judges.

He’d saved the world more than once, they’d better give him something better than eternal stasis.

“Percy Jackson.” Daedalus greeted him warmly, arms full of blueprints and a full toolbelt wrapped around his waist. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Before Percy could respond, he was pushed to the front of the line and was standing in front of three men he had a feeling he should recognize but he didn’t. He didn’t have to speak at all, the three judges talked to each other while flipping through papers Percy couldn’t read, and without actually acknowledging him at all, the one in the middle hit a green button and Percy found himself on the inside of the gated community he’d only seen from the outside.

Percy Jackson died and was sent to Elysium. For a little while, it held his attention. Pretty much anything he wanted, he could have. Blue Coke, straight out of the bottle, better than the blue Coke at Camp Half-Blood. Pizza just like the pizza from his favorite place to go with his mom. Infinite activities, everything he’d ever wanted to do but hadn’t been able to when he was alive. Skydiving, cliff jumping, he got to pilot a plane.

He got to see old friends. Beckendorf and Selena Beauregard, who’d found each other and were happy again. Demigods who’d died in the second Titan war who wanted to hear from him how it had ended, to know what really happened. Heroes who died in the second giant war who wanted to know everything about Camp Jupiter and all of their friends who’d outlived them. Hunters who’d died in battles he hadn’t even known about while he was still alive.

But Percy Jackson was the son of Poseidon, lord of the sea. He didn’t like being contained in one place, and even if Elysium was a paradise for heroes, it wasn’t the same as being alive.

So Percy Jackson died, and Percy Jackson was sent to Elysium, and Percy Jackson chose to be reborn.

Zak Mason was born to a single mom.

He was an ordinary baby, almost. He was born with blue eyes, but they turned brown. He laughed and cried and pooped and spat up. He started preschool with a choppy haircut he gave to himself, and loved sitting on his mom’s lap to listen to Dr. Seuss books and watching anything fast-moving and colorful on TV.

When he was six, Zak’s basketball team won against all of the other first grade teams in their town, and a big picture of his gap-toothed smile holding the trophy he’d helped win with his first three-point shot held the place of honor on the fridge for almost a year.

Sometimes, Zak Mason had nightmares he didn’t understand. Of burning pain covering his entire body, of monsters and shifting Earth and bottomless pits, of faces he didn’t recognize twisted in pain or looking down at him as he fell, of flashing swords and screams and bursts of arrows whistling towards an enemy he couldn’t quite make out. He woke up and forgot the nightmares quickly, but they always left him almost wistful for something he couldn’t quite remember, even with how terrifying they were.

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My mom helping me with homework: If John has 90 apples and you take away 11 times 5 how much is it?

Me: *takes longer than 30 seconds to reply because I’m doing the math*

My mom: IF JOHN HAS 90 FRICKING APPLES AND YOU TAKE AWAY 11 TIMES 5 BENDITAS MANSANAS CUÁNTO TIENES HIJA????*

Me: I don’t know!*whimpers*

My mom: Didn’t they teach you this in school! And don’t talk back to me.

Me: no...

My mom: Ay Dios Mío, ima get your dad and see what he has to say about this.

My dad: You calculate the 500th degree angle of the 5 to get 6 and then you add how many you have left over our previous equation...

Me: OH MY GODS IM NEVER ASKING FOR HELP AGAIN

*basically means in Nicaraguan- a type of Spanish- Lol- IF YOU HAVE FIVE F***ING APPLES HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE LEFT??????

Carter Kane: So, at the end of it all, what do we have? No glory.

Magnus Chase: No money.

Jason Grace: No love.

Carter Kane: None of the things that make life bearable.

Percy Jackson: We have honour.

Carter Kane: I can live with that.

Jason Grace: For honour, then.

Magnus Chase: Still, a little money would be nice.