different ➳ pjo/hp (discontinued)

eight; hogwarts express

"Come on boys and girl!"Mrs. Weasley clapped as she brisk walked past the bodies of the people who were in Kings Cross. "We're going to miss the train if we don't hurry!"

She stopped in front of a brick column in between platform 9 and 10. "Alright Fred, you go first."

"I'm not Fred, he is!"The boys' eyes twinkle in mischief but Mrs. Weasley was too stressed out to bother with their tricks.

"Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?"

"I'm sorry George."Their mother said, frustrated.

"I'm only joking. I am Fred."He gave a grin before running towards the column. Percy nearly screamed when he disappeared through the wall.

After George's turn, it was Percy's. "Don't worry, Perseus. You just have to go through the barrier."

Mrs. Weasley placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's better to run if you're nervous."

Percy nodded as he gripped on the trolley. He pushed himself forward as he ran. His eyes were closed, expecting to collide with the brick wall but it never came.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a platform that was buzzing with people. Some had owls, cats and toads. Some were running around and screaming.

"Percy!"Someone yelled out. He turned to see a bright witch running towards him.

Percy chuckled at the girl who had his arms wrapped around his waist. "Well hello to you too, Hermione."

She grabbed his hand and tugged him towards a direction. "Come on! Harry and Ron are probably waiting."

Percy couldn't help but find her excitement rather adorable. "Alright Hermione, calm down."

Hermione entered the Hogwarts Express, pulling the older boy with her. They entered a compartment and saw Harry and Ron already munching on magical sweets and snacks.

"Woah. You guys eat a lot."Percy pointed out.

Hermione nodded in agreement. "Finally, someone who actually for once has something in common with me."

The two boys ignored them. Ron turned to Percy and asked with a stuffed mouth. "D'you wike uiddith?"

"Excuse me?"He asked, not understanding what the boy just said.

Ron swallowed the food in his mouth. "I said, 'Do you like Quidditch?'"

"I-"Once again, Percy was cut off by Hermione.

"Quidditch is a competitive sport in the Wizarding World. Matches are played between two teams of seven players riding flying broomsticks, using four balls: a Quaffle, two Bludgers, and a Golden Snitch. Six ring-shaped goals are situated atop poles of different heights, three on each side of the pitch. It is an extremely rough but very popular semi-contact sport, played by wizards and witches."She said in one breath like the last time.

"I find the game ridiculous and dangerous. Who would want to get hurt for four stupid balls?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Hermione."

Percy spoke up. "The game does sound extremely dangerous. I mean, flying brooms? Sorry but no thanks, I don't wanna end up like Icarus."

Hermione stifled a laugh. The two boys just gaped at him. They never heard of a boy who didn't like Quidditch.

The train had begun moving and the quartet waved goodbye to their families or for Percy and Harry, their friends' families.

Percy hoped that he'd have no troubles at Hogwarts.

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icarus is flyingggg too close to the sun, and icarus's lifeeee it has only just beguuunn.