Heroes of Olympus...At Hogwarts?!

Halloween

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PERCY'S POV

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The upcoming Halloween party, which was going to be held tomorrow (a queer-ish game, a Hogsmeade trip, and a Halloween celebration all back-to-back! October is epic!), was evidently a huge thing in Hogwarts.

As we went into the Great Hall for breakfast, we heard rowdy discussions around the chamber about costumes and festivities. Apparently, nobody has ever dressed up.

Us demigods already knew what we were going to be, albeit our ideas were a bit different from when we first considered it in that Hogwarts train. I was now going to be a Pegasus (Leo was working on ACTUAL WINGS! Awesome!). I won't spoil the other's costumes, though. As we sat, I heard Harry and Ginny planning their couples costumes.

"What about a snitch and a broomstick?" Harry suggested.

"You and your quidditch," she said with an exasperated sigh.

"What, it's not bad! You're on the team too, y'know!"

"What are you folks going to be?" Hermione asked us.

"You'll have to wait to see," Will teased cheekily and he dug into his healthy doctor-recommended salad. Seriously, vegetables for breakfast? Gross.

"You are so mean," Nico added with a little shove.

"Just tell us! I wanna know, please!" Ron whined. "I'm all bummed out of ideas."

Annabeth flipped her honey blonde hair. Sassy. "Fine. I'm going to be an owl, Jason will be Superman, and Leo will be a fireplace. That's all we're gonna say. The others' will be surprises."

"A fireplace?" Harry asked curiously.

"Inside joke," Leo explained.

"How can a fireplace be applied to an inside joke?" Ginny murmured, taking a plate of eggs.

Leo shrugged. "You won't understand, 'cause I'll be on fire."

They all blink.

"Never mind."

Because of the Halloween season, everybody was feeling rebellious during classes. In history of magic, the students didn't pay attention and kept firing curses at one another behind the back of that creepy ghost professor (I mean, no one paid attention in that class anyway; it was so boring, especially for an ADHD kid). In transfiguration, we all joined in on the Slytherin's fun in turning fellow peers into mystical creatures (Professor McGonagall took away a total of one hundred points from each house, but Gryffindor gained fifty of them back when Frank triumphantly transformed into a bat). In potions, everyone tried to hijack others' elixirs and concoctions (I dumped a handful of batwings in bloodroot into Annabeth's calming draught, which caused a mini explosion and class to cut short).

After dinner, we were exhausted. Leo managed to finish the wings of my Pegasus costume and I attached them to my back to test them out. They looked just like Blackjack's--my Pegasus friend--wings.

"Wow," Annabeth commented, trying on her own feathery owl wings. "Hello, Mister Demonic Angel."

I turned around to admire them in the mirror. "Do they actually look more like black angel wings than a horse's?"

"If you press the button above the strap, it powers the wings and they'll fly," Leo said.

Flying wings. How amazing is Leo? "Wait, really?" I said and punched what I hoped was the correct button. I felt the cool gust of wind as the mechanically wings began to flap and, before I could register what was happening, I lifted into the air. "Hold up, how do you steer this thing?" I yelled, already starting to panic. I was heading straight towards the back wall and was going to crash very soon.