Percy Jackson at Hogwarts

Chapter 13: First detention and private tutoring.

Percy's PoV

"STAND UP PERCY!"

VLAM !
Something soft comes down on my head.

"Get up, get up, get up!"

VLAM VLAM VLAM
For a pronounced standing, a pillow shot followed.

"Stand up!"

I stop the pillow with one hand.
"It's all right, I'm coming."

My cousin smiles and heads towards the exit of the dormitory.

"Hey Harry!"

He turns around.
PLAF!

"Back to the sender!" I say with a burst of laughter as I see him take the cushion in the face.

I look on my dresser and I see Peth looking at me with big grey eyes.
I then have an idea.

I grab a piece of paper and start writing.
I hang the letter on her paw, give her a treat and her flies away.

My mother was going to be surprised to receive mail by express postal owl.

"Where do we start?"

We were having breakfast.

"We have potion to start with, in common with the Slytherin."

Harry sighs.

"What happened to you?" I'm asking with my mouth full.

Harry laughs.

"You'll understand when we get there."

I shrug and go back to my breakfast.

"Miss Granger? I'd like to speak to you for a moment, please."

I raise my head.

Professor McDonagale.
"And you too, Mr. Jackson."

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

And she walks towards the corridor, Hermione on her heels.

I look at the professor. My lunch. The professor. My lunch.

"Oh, what the hell."

I grab my cake and put it all in my mouth before I go.

"...that's why we thought of you."
The professor finished saying.

Hermione seems reluctant about something.
"I'm not sure, I have a lot of work too and I don't know if I'm qualified for ..."

"I'm sure you'll do very well."

"What are youch chalking abouth?" I'm asking.

McDonagale raises his eyebrows.

I swallow my cake in one bite.
"What are you talking about?"

"Your case. I was asking Miss Granger to help you learn the basics of magic."

"What do you mean?"

"They asked me to teach you the spells that students learn in the first years."

It takes me a while to understand.
"Wait, does that mean that you would be..."

"She would be your teacher, yes. And I'm sure she's perfectly capable of it."

I try not to feel too humiliated.
A girl younger than me is going to be my teacher. Well, why not?

"When do we start?"