Love, Cassie → L. Evans [PJOXHP]

chapter three

as soon as cassie stepped through the hulking double doors, she realized two things instantly.

the first: the hogwarts students were having char broiled steak, lightly dressed ceaser salad, and mashed and roasted potatoes for dinner. she had had half a burnt marshmellow and a fuzzy life saver she found on her cabin floor for her meal. fucking boarding school kids.

the second: the girls here were real cute. 

great food and cute girls? oho, she was in.

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minerva mcgonagall lived by three rules in life.

1) cats are badass and nobody can ever tell her different.

2) most of her transfiguration students are idiots, but it's her job to do her best to de-idiotfy them.

3) count from one to ten backwards to dial back the anger, and try to avoid stabbing anybody.

that's right. minerva mcgonagall, daughter of ares, was a demigod. she had managed to do pretty well here, and anybody that she accidentally transfigured into sofa and cackled as she spilt soda on could easily be obliviated. and that damn moony impersonator had beat her to making malfoy into a ferret, curse him⎯⎯

but she almost lost the whole thing on the i'm-not-a-demigod-i'm-a-witch-boom-bitch thing when cassie fucking black walked into her school. minerva had choked on her mashed potatoes, causing slughorn to panic and slam her on the back until she had washed it down with a glass of water.

cassie had stood there, frowning, as she stared at the food and then winked at a couple of girls. minerva's heart was still pounding, and blood thundered in her ears. she had thought cassie was dead. out of nowhere, a while ago, cassie had dropped completley off the radar. chiron had sent her a panicked iris message to check and see if cassie had shown up at hogwarts, but there was no such luck.

eight months later, and owl swoops through the window and drops a piece of parchment in her orange juice. after gingerly fishing it out, minerva could barely make out annabeth's messy scrawl:

fucking cow godess kidnapped her and threw her half way across the world think id get in trouble if i mauled her shitty eyes out????

and that, no matter how many iris messages she sent back, was the last minerva had heard of the entire thing.

she had even left to check camp half blood, but when she got there, there was no annabeth and no cassie and nobody seemed to really know what was going on, only muttering things about a prophecy that no one seemed keen to talk about.

but now, here was cassie, throwing a fit and yelling something nonsensical about a fuzzy..lifesaver? as the entire castle looked at her, part amused and part terrified of the stranger melting down in the middle of their dinner.

sirius and regulus black had shrunken down in their seats, faces burning red with embarrassment as they tried to avoid detection.

deciding to intervene, minerva pushed her chair back, wincing at the screeching sound as it scraped against the marble.

"cassandra, what the hell do you think your doing?"