Heroes with Wands

Chapter 20

Ginny

Piper awoke speaking French, which seemed to catch everybody off guard. She sat up next to Jason and said in a startled tone, "Oh mon dieux! Mort mangeurs, monstres...immortel dieux de l'Olympe!"

Nobody had a clue what she said, and neither did she. Leo laughed and said, "Hola de Piper! Estamos teniendo un día? Are we having a foreign day?"

She was still hurting. Jason kissed her when she woke up and told her never to scare him like that again.

"Last time she got hurt, he wasn't worried much. Piper's a fighter," Hazel told us. "I wasn't around when this happened, but it obviously it was pretty bad."

Having the Death Eaters around wasn't much help. I was worried Harry would get himself into more trouble...so I ran after him. Bellatrix would've killed us if Remus and Tonks didn't join.

Piper was able to join everyone for breakfast. She was weak and kept complaining to Coach Hedge that her abdomen hurt and the mushrooms weren't helping. He told her to stop being annoying and eat.

Mum announced, "Bill's coming home! And he's bringing Fleur! Well, Billy's very down to earth, she's, um, more like...."

I snorted loudly. "More like a cow? Bill's not very down to earth, Mum. He likes adventure. I suppose that's why he's gone for the Phlegm."

"Ginny!" Mum gasped. Annabeth, Hazel, and Piper looked like they were trying real hard not to laugh, while the boys were cracking up in the corner. Even Harry and my brothers.

I was dead serious. "It's true, Mum. Hermione and I call her Phelgm all the time behind her back. She's ghastly."

Hermione stormed in from the kitchen. "I do not!"

"You do," I said. "You think she's high-strung and bothersome. I agree." Annabeth started laughing, and Piper and Hazel followed suit.

"Stop," pleaded Piper, "it hurts to laugh."

I gave them looks. "Fleur is a Phelgm. The snot in the back of your throat. It makes sense. She's a critic, she's mean, and I think Bill should reconsider wasting the ring!"

I got up angrily and brought my plate to the sink. Annabeth called, "We're sorry, Ginny. It's just a funny word."

Percy said, "It's more than a funny word." I heard Annabeth's hand connect with his chest. "Ow! Gods, Annabeth! I mean, yeah, it's just a funny word."

"Mother of Jupiter, you're so stupid," Jason sighed and chuckled. As I washed my plate I heard a hard, loud thump.

"Boys!" Mum yelled. I turned. The Sons of the Big Three wrestled on the ground. Percy punched Jason repeatedly in the face, and was kicked in the chest by his opponent. Piper and Annabeth cheered on Jason and Percy.

"You're not even worried?" asked Hermione. They shook their heads. Fred and George picked sides, then Frank and Leo, then Hazel and Coach Hedge, and then Harry and Ron.

"I'll be worried when she gets here," I grumbled.

"C'mon, cupcakes! I taught you better than this! Have the Chuck Norris marathons taught you nothing? Do you want to watch more of them?!" Coach yelled. "JACKSON, JACKSON! GRACE, GRACE! WHOOP WHOOP!"

Mum kept saying, "Boys, you'll kill each other!" and "You're going to break something! A bone, or your faces!"

She was about as worried as she would be if Ron and Harry were fighting. Jason's nose was bleeding, his undereye was cut and gushing blood, his cheek began to bruise, Percy's lip was split, blood ran down the side of his face, and he grunted whenever he used his shoulder.