Percy Jackson. Hogwarts, Here She Comes

"Keep your head down."

 "Don't tell your mother you've been gambling," Mr Weasley implored Fred and George as they all made their way slowly down the purple-carpeted stairs.

"Don't worry, Dad," said Fred gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money. We don't want it confiscated."

"What are you going to do with it?" Seph asked, cursious. The two boys smirk and pulled her a little further away from the group and started whisper-talking to her about the plans. She smiled as she heard it, giving them some ideas to help out them out as they walked towards the tent.
The group had stayed up, slowly falling asleep while drinking hot cocoa. Seph had curled up in a pair of plaid yellow pj pants and an oversized black hoodie that she may have stolen from one of the many boys. Seph chatted softly with some of the Weasley's. Catching up with them all and asking questions about the Wizarding world as long as she could before her mind accidentally changed subjects.

"Oh, I am glad I'm not on duty," muttered Mr. Weasley, sleepily. "I wouldn't fancy having to go and tell the Irish they've got to stop celebrating."

Seph sat in a chair with her legs crossed over each other, trying desperately to not go to sleep. Not just because of the nightmares, but also she didn't want to endure another one of Hecate's lessons. They weren't bad, it's just... they were bad. Annoying and trying to soak in all the information, literally. She somehow put facts and information in water and made her lay in it until she remembered every little fact and could spit them out at random.

Slowly her eyes drooped and she fell asleep, grateful for the land of blankness. Of course, the peace didn't last long, typical. She woke up to screaming and the sound of footsteps.

Her eyes shot open, wide and alert. Her hand went to her pocket to grab her pen, only to faintly remember that she now had a wand instead. She looked around the room as she stood up, watching as Ron quickly woke Harry up, telling him to grab a jacket and get outside. She followed them outside, staying in the back so nothing attacks them.

She didn't realize she had been holding her breath until she started to feel lightheaded. She quickly took a few breaths as she looked up to where a green light shown in the sky. She looked down to the people wearing masks. Seph tried to pull the two boys away as the group of masked men played with the people above them like puppets. The others, Mr. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, Charlie, Bill and Percy came out, the boys full clothed and wands out while Hermione and Ginny were pulling their coats over their nightdresses.

"We're going to help the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley shouted over all the noise, rolling up his own sleeves. "You lot - get into the woods, and stick together. I'll come and fetch you when we've sorted this out!"

Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already running toward the oncoming marchers, Mr. Weasley following closely after.

"C'mon," Fred grabbed Ginny by her arm and pulled her toward the wood. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George followed. They all looked back as they reached the trees. Seph had swallowed hard as she watched everything, George had to run back and grab her and bring her back to the woods. They all kept going, Seph snapped out of her trance of everything. She thought she would be able to put her past behind her and not freeze in the heat of battle. But she froze. And she hated it. She had never froze before. Not since, well not since the last battle. The group stopped as soon as they heard ROn yell with pain.

"What happened?" said Hermione anxiously, stopping so abruptly that Harry walked into her. "Ron, where are you? Oh this is stupid - lumos!"

She pointed her wand toward where the sound came from. Ron was sprawled on the ground.

"Tripped over a tree root," he said angrily, getting onto his feet after Seph grabbed his arm to help him up.

"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," said a drawling voice from behind them.