Worlds Weave (A Percy Jackson/Harry Potter crossover)

Chapter 17: Divination

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Percy's pov: 

We had trudged through the empty halls of the castle all the way to the main hall where Peter, the Gryffindor prefect, leaned his back against the door frame with an irritated expression covering his face.   

As soon as he saw us, he let out a sigh of relief before pestering us about being late. Annabeth managed to form a cover story that I only half listened to. 

It had something to do with Leo, a corridor, a wrong staircase and backtracking. Oh well!

Peter flashed another smile at Piper who glared at him along with Jason and surprisingly, Thalia. Apparently, the addition of Pine cone face did the work!

Peter immediately shrunk away while Jason admired 'his' work as Thalia smirked at him and rolled her eyes at her younger brother who looks older than her...

I shrugged before draping an arm over Annabeth and moving out of the hall with Peter in the lead.

We walked down the alley before rounding a corridor and paraded down yet another hallway before coming upon a flight of stairs.

I looked over to Leo and Jason who grinned like idiots and off we went. We bolted up the stair but what we failed to notice was that Sadie was right behind us. 

Just when i thought i was about to win, Sadie shot past me and appeared at the very top while smirking at me.

I glowered at her along with Leo and Jason but in return got a cheeky smile.

I huffed before stomping to the top and looking down to find a amused Peter looking intently at the group.

"All of you could pass off as one big family if i were to judge by the way you guys move," Peter spoke with amusement.

I dipped my head in his direction before turning back to the gang. 

Annabeth was back in my arms. Just when i was about to ask Peter about the class, he strode over to a pitch black book with a silver handle jutting out of it's front. 

Flowers and scenes of death covered the door. Peter pushed against the heavy door which squeaked open to reveal a dimly lit room scattered with randomly stacked chairs and tables. 

Most of the seats were already occupied. A dreamy voice had been cut short when we suddenly burst into the room. 

"Who might you be?" asked a pale women who I took as the teacher, most probably Professor Trelawney unless she had unexpectedly blown up.

Her figure was frail and lean. Round glasses covered her eyes along with most of her face, hiding her dark green eyes.

Bushy ginger hair rode down past her shoulders. Her shoulders were hunched as though she was frightened by something or someone.

Her arm was shielded by a dozen metallic bracelets. A thin silver overcoat hung off from her shoulders, veiling her sides. A grey gown cascaded past her as it fell onto the ground in a  heap.

I glanced at Annabeth who straightened her posture and formed an excuse," My apologize, Professor but we lost our way while trying to reach the common rooms for our books. We are the exchange students..."