'Like Atlas held too much
I feel crushed under this love
'Cause with those nectar lips
And ambrosia hips
Boy, you've become my drug'
-achilles heel by j. maya
we are the descendants
of the wild women you forgot
we are the stories you thought
would n...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Valeria's head was lolling from its perch in her palm. She had reached Hogwarts again that evening and she already wanted to leave. And this new teacher was not helping.
It was bad enough that Valeria had literal Gods messing with her life. Now, the stupid government from the stupid world she was a part of from her mother's stupid heritage wanted to control her already useless schooling. Valeria let her head fall onto the table with a rather loud thud, her forehead throbbing. Next to her, some of her housemates laughed. They shared the sentiment but unlike her, they cared enough about what the staff thought of them to show some restraint.
Umbitch —sorry, Umbridge— was cut off by doors slamming open. Valeria lazily craned her neck up. Confusion painted her face as she straightened, noticing the Order of the Phoenix there along with...the Minister of Magic?
"Explain yourself, Dumbledore!" Fudge yelled, his pudgy face red. "Why have you summoned us here?"
Dumbledore was calm, the stupid twinkle forever in his gaze. He tilted his head to the side. "I have not summoned you here, Cornelius. What is going on?"
Right before anyone could get another word out, a bright light surged from the ceiling. Students, teachers and bystanders all turned away, shielding their faces. Once the light had faded, a lot of surprised screaming plus the impact of bodies hitting the ground was heard.
Everyone tried getting a better look at what was a tangled mess of human limbs in the center of the Great Hall. Students were standing up, craning their necks and getting onto the tip of their toes, completely ignoring their headmaster and his instructions to settle down.
"Ow! That's my leg, dumbass!"
"Dude! I am not a sofa, get off!"
"I'm trying but— Damn it, Jackson! That was my nose you just elbowed!"
Valeria jumped out of her seat. Her eyes immediately looked for the familiar seafoam green eyes of one of her closest friends. Maristela was looking for her too, the pair catching each other's gaze. They both rushed towards the center, coming to a stop next to their friends Fred and George who were perfectly placed positioned to watch the chaos. George didn't even look as he held out a bag of sweets to the two girls who had squeezed in between him and Fred. Both he and his brother had been munching on them like popcorn. Rowan happily shoved her hand in, pulling a handful out and holding it out for her and Maristela as they watched the chaos unfold.
The familiar frames managed to finally become their own individual people again, all standing up and dusting themselves off. They looked around in confusion and exasperation.
"What now ?" Percy Jackson grumbled, running a hand through his already messy hair.
Annabeth Chase stared in wonder. "Look at this place. It's beautiful."
But what really caught everyone's attention was two of the black haired boys looking to the Order by the door and questioning, "Remus?"
All eyes flitted to Remus Lupin's stunned face. He took a small step forward, ignoring the excited dog next to him. "Percy? Regulus? Annabeth? What...?" His eyes scanned the crowd, easily spotting a pair of emerald robes, bracketed by two identical redheads. Valeria and Maristela shrugged in unison, just as confused about what was going on.
