Nico Di Angelo at Hogwarts- Darkness Prevails

Rap Battles

GUYS, I HAVE BEEN IMAGINING THIS SCENE FOR A WHILE, AND NOW I FINALLY MADE IT!!!

We all head up the trapdoor, one by one. There isn't a lot of room in the cramped space, so the couples sit on a beanbag together. 

Professor Trewlawny arrives from a back room, swaying slightly and smelling very strongly of brandy. "Hello class... ah, my inner eye made me aware that we have new students... from the same place as the Di Angelo boy... a camp..."

Frank whispered a little too loudly to me. "I thought the oracles weren't working?"

I grimaced. "Their not."

He looked from me to Trewlany, and back to me. "Oh..." He said in a small voice.

"So she's a fraud?" Will muttered in my ear.

"Not exactly. Her predictions are true, but she's heavily drunk and she can't give big predictions because of the whole thing with your father."

"Riiiight."

She tilts her head a little and glows slightly green. 

"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call-" She started, but Percy interrupted.

I sighed. No, not again. 

"Drop me a beat, Frank!"

"To storm," Percy rapped, and pointed at Jason, 

"or Valdez"  Jason pointed at the sky,

"Dirt Face must fall" Piper added.

"An oath to keep with a final breath,"  Hazel continued.

"And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death!" Will finished, and disappointing me so much. 

"Do you really need to rap the prophecy of 7?" I sigh.

"Yes, definitely." Everyone but myself and Annabeth replied. 

Everyone who wasn't a demigod looked at us weirdly. 

"Do you guys know that-that prophesy?" Harry said, surprised.

"Yes, it has already been completed. Gods, that prophecy was a pain in the podex." I reply.

"Umm, okay."

We had to look into crystal balls, and Trelawny said, 'I know I have been teaching you this for a while, but your never to old to be learning crystal balls.'

"I want to see Rachael's reaction to meeting this nutcase!" Percy laughed.

We looked into each others crystal balls. 

"I see... a mermaid? Or is that Triton?" Annabeth mutters to Percy.

"Schist. Is that another goldfish?"

"Nice, you got a horse."

"Nico, I think I see... a lady in a leather catsuit? With a gun?" I frown at Will's prediction. Him being the son of the god of Prophesy, he couldn't be wrong. But what could my future have to do with a woman clad in a leather catsuit with a gun?

"Umm... k?" I reply unsurely.

Trelawny staggered over to us. "Oh, you," She pointed at Will. "You, I sense, you have the... inner eye..."

I laugh, along with the rest of the demigods. "Course he does!" Jason replies first.

Trelany frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Oh," Will started. "My father, he is quite good with prophecies, but he's... ah... sick right now."

I smirked. "Sick is the biggest understatement this millennium. I don't think he's felt this weak since... well... ever!"

Will gives me a look. "Are you serious right now?"

I smirked more. 'No, I'm not Sirius."

"What?"

"Inside joke. I'm sorry."

"Oh, ok."

The lesson finishes up with the Gryffindors thinking we are the weirdest people on the planet, which is not that far off from the truth. Except we aren't really people.