𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 [𝙿𝙹𝙾 𝚡 𝙷𝙿] (𝟷)

7

THE CLUCKER TERRORS

"The Clucker Terrors?" Sirius frowned at the title of the chapter. "Seriously, who names these things?"

The demigods and satyr in the room shivered, their faces pale as they recalled the horror of those monsters. Grover's ears twitched nervously, and he clutched his reed pipes tighter.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Oh, you'd be surprised, Sirius. Greek monsters have a way with names. But technically, that's a nickname that (Name) came up with for them." She glanced at (Name) with a smirk. "She's got a knack for creative insults."

(Name) shrugged, grinning. "What can I say? If you're going to fight horrifying, pigeon-like monsters, you might as well give them a ridiculous name."

Harry snickered. "Sounds like something you'd come up with, Sirius. I remembered when you called the Boggart 'Silly Billy' in the future."

"Wait I did?" Sirius raised an eyebrow in confusion before he smiled. "Honestly, Silly Billy was a perfectly appropriate name for a shape-shifting menace."

Percy chuckled. "I'd rather face Silly Billy than the Clucker Terrors any day."

Ron, who had been listening quietly, chimed in. "So, these Clucker Terrors... what exactly are they?"

Grover shuddered, his eyes wide. "Imagine a giant, angry chicken with fangs and claws, and you've got the idea."

Hermione, ever the curious one, looked intrigued. "And how do you defeat them?"

"With a lot of running and creative use of celestial bronze," (Name) said dryly.

Percy leaned over to (Name) and whispered, "So, what did you actually call them before Clucker Terrors?"

(Name) laughed softly. "Feathered Fiends. But it didn't stick as well." Percy snickered at her.

Will added, "And Clucker Terrors is just more... fitting. It captures their terrifying essence and absurdity."

Ginny, who had been following the conversation with a bemused expression, asked, "What's next? A giant, killer bunny?"

Zach grinned widely. "Oh, we've got those too. Called them 'Bunzilla.'"

Everyone burst into laughter, the tension easing as they shared in the ridiculousness of their respective worlds.

At night, Percy had more dreams of Grover. Sometimes, he just heard snatches of his voice.

Once, he heard him say, It's here. Another time, He likes sheep.

Percy thought about telling (Name) and Annabeth about his dreams, but he would've felt stupid.