Percy Jackson's life.. but different.
"Look, I didn't want to be a wizard. My life was bad enough. Now, at 12 years old, it got a lot more complicated, and.. I don't know if I'll survive this fate."
HP, book 1-7
PJO, book 1-5
Do I have a problem...
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"The ocean says that I could go wherever, but it lies. I've tried so hard to be myself despite this weather."
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"Where do you think you're going?" Drew asked, grabbing his hand.
"I don't want to be outside," he told her. "I'm going to my room."
Without warning, she started pulling him.
"Where're we going?" He asked.
"Common room," she looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. "Where else would we go?"
He kept his head down, letting her lead him there.
He half expected her to let go of his hand once they entered the common room, but half of him already knew that she would drag him into her room.
She closed the door behind her, "Remove your hoodie." She said.
"I'm not in the mood."
"You heard me," she crossed her arms, looking quite intimidating for someone who only reaches his chin.
"I don't want to," he said.
"You want me to help you?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
She stepped closer, pulling his hood down. "You look fine," she said. "Why hide your face?"
He looked away. "You don't mean that."
She gently stroked his cheek with her thumb. "It's not as bad as you think."
He frowned. "How do you know that?"
"Because we're always harshest to ourselves." She said, cupping his face so he can look at her. "You're only drawing more attention to yourself by hiding it."
"So I just flaunt he ugly scars?" He asked. "You don't know what it's like to feel ugly."
"That's not true," she frowned.
He scoffed. "Sure," he said. "Seriously, you wake up and you look this good. If you've felt ugly, I'm beyond hideous."
"That's not true either," she said gently.
He was taken aback. The Drew he knew valued appearance more than a lot of things in life, so her saying that he wasn't hideous made him wonder whether she was making fun of him or not.
The two stayed silent, looking at each other.
"I'm guessing the hound didn't just scratch your face?"
He slowly shook his head.
"Strip," she said, stepping away.
He hesitated before removing his hoodie.
She watched, waiting for him to go on, but he didn't.
"The scars are bad," he said. "It's worse than my other ones."
