Demigods at Hogwarts

The Houses

Percy POV-

I fell asleep on the train. The girl, Annabeth, had to shake me awake so I'd have time to go and change into my robes. She smirked and informed me that I drool in my sleep. What a nice first impression.

After struggling with my clothes for what felt like hours, I finally managed to get the robes on properly and returned to our compartment. Annabeth's robes were a little less neat fitting then mine were, but they looked like this wasn't the first time she'd put them on either, while mine were probably still on backwards.

"Are you from America too?" She asked. "You have the accent of a New Yorker."

I nodded. "Where're you from?"

"Virginia," She replied. Her eyes lit up and she wiggled a little in her seat. "I heard that this is the first time they're letting kids like us- from other countries- into Hogwarts at all! It's rather exiting. I was talking to another girl in the changing rooms who said she was from California! Can you believe it?"

I just kind of nodded dumbly as I felt the train lurch to a stop.

"I wonder what house I'll be sorted into? I read this book-" her words were drowned out as the compartment doors slid open on their own and kids crowded the walkway. We were told to leave our trunks, which I found strange, but I obeyed.

A huge man was shouting for the first years, and I navigated my way towards him. It was pretty dark out, and all I could see of the man in the light of his lantern was a big beard and a huge hand waving for attention.

We all piled into boats- water, I love the water!- and they took off on their own, which was creepy but cool at the same time. 

There were three other first years on my boat. One kid was a blond who simply stared out across the water, looking lost in his own head. The other two were an odd pair, bantering back and forth like siblings behind me in accented English. Well, ok, everyone has an accent here in Britain, but I mean it seemed like they were talking in like, American English. They had different accents than the Brits and were definitely using American slang that I didn't think other countries used.

We passed under the huge castle like school, going underground. There were lights in the tunnel, allowing me to see my boat-mates better.

The blond dude had a little scar on his lip and electrifying blue eyes, and held his head high with the air of a leader. The two siblings behind us didn't really look like siblings, but I wasn't one to judge. The girl had chocolate colored skin, cinnamon hair and kind hazel eyes. Her clothes were light colors, a white jacket over a purple T-shirt and jeans. She had a southern-ish accent. Her brother was her polar opposite.

His skin was the palest shade of white I'd ever seen on a living human being. His cold, black eyes were dark and sunken, his hair long and a darker black than mine, making him seem even paler. He wore a leather jacket over a black skull T, and black jeans. A silver skull ring rested on one finger. I couldn't place his accent at all.

The blond glanced over at me and smiled, offering out a hand. "I'm Jason Grace," He whispered. He wasn't British either. Was there anyone native at this school this year? Not that I'm complaining, I'm just very confused.

"Percy Jackson," I replied, taking his outstretched hand.

"This is so odd," Jason whispered, looking up to watch the tunnel ceiling pass over us. "One minute, I'm just sitting around doing nothing in a park. The next there's a letter in my lap and I'm invited to Hogwarts."

I nodded in agreement. "I almost didn't come," I whispered back. "My mom was pretty hesitant on letting me go to a school all the way across the Atlantic ocean, but it sounded cool, so here I am."