Percy Jackson at Hogwarts

Chapter 21: I'm getting angry with the press

Percy PoV

"Ah come in! The only thing missing was you!"

We enter a classroom, welcomed by the quidditch world cup guy.

"Hello Mr. Bagman,"greeting Harry.

I nod my head and look around.

The champions of BeauxBatons, Fleur and Peter I think, are standing aside talking.

A little further away are Viktor and Anne, each on their own.
Anne waves to me when she sees me, to which I answer before turning away.

Cedric, the other Hogwarts champion, is in a big discussion with an elderly man. The same man I went to to buy a wand, which in the end I couldn't find.

I turn my attention back to Bagman, alone.
I see Harry and a woman entering a room.

A broom closet?

"What are we doing here?"I ask.

"Oh, nothing serious, don't worry. It's just examining the wands. We are going to check that they are in perfect condition, you understand?"

I nod my head.

I'm going to sit at a table, waiting for instructions.

A few minutes later, the woman comes out of the broom closet and heads straight for me.

"Can you come and answer a few things before it starts?"

Seeing no objections, I accept, the next one going to join Harry in the broom closet.

She settles down and a feather hangs over a leaf.

I exchange a glance with Harry.
He gives me a look like: "She annoys me".

"So your name is Percy Jackson, right?"Start the lady.

"Yes. And you are?"

"Rita Skeeter, reporter."

"What is it you want with me?"

"To ask you a few questions. Your parents must be proud of you, you're a tournament champion!"

"Um..."

"By the way, is it true that you're new here? And you're going to participate in the tournament in spite of that!"

"Uh..."

"Aren't you scared?"

"Should I be?"

I take a look at what his pen is writing, as the questions go by.

We can read in the eyes of this teenager, finding himself drawn into an affair that is beyond him, despair and terror.

"In addition, you will have to do the tasks alone, tasks that were originally planned for two."

"Your pen write a lie!"

"Don't worry about it, just answer my questions."

"She did the same thing to me," Harry slips in.

"Do you think you have a chance of winning? There have been deaths in previous tournaments!"

"I think that next to a lot of things, this tournament will look like a walk in the park."

She seemed interested.
"What are you talking about that could be worse?"

"Oh an interview in a broom closet with a reporter distorting every word maybe?"

She turns crimson and her pen starts writing violently, tearing the paper.
"I could put you through an ordeal you can't even imagine. I can find your every secret."