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Hogwarts and demigods

Chiron was serious about us going to London to that school but I hated the thought of it! I mean I could barely deal with Annabeth being super smart but a whole school is gonna ruin my brain.

Chiron escorted us to the train station, but I felt a sense of confusion wash over me when I realized I couldn't find the train we needed to board. It was something like "Halfmoon" or a name similar to that, but it eluded my memory. As I scanned the bustling platform, my attention was drawn to a girl standing a few feet away. There was something intriguing about her; she had a mysterious aura that seemed to shadow her movements.

What caught my eye even more was the raven perched proudly on a nearby cage. I've never seen anyone with a raven as a companion before, and it struck me as an odd yet captivating sight. The girl was deeply engrossed in a thick, leather-bound book, her fingers gently tracing the pages as she read. Suddenly, she looked up to check on the raven, and our eyes met for a brief moment.

She had the most striking (your eye color) eyes that sparkled with curiosity, framing a delicate face accentuated by (your hairstyle) that cascaded past her shoulders. Though she wore a flowing robe that gave her an otherworldly appearance, I noticed she was around my age, likely between 12 and 13 years old. There was an unspoken connection that hung in the air as I continued to observe her, the raven's quiet cawing adding an enigmatic backdrop to the
scene.

"Stop staring! You're going to scare the poor girl!" Annabeth exclaimed, glancing at me with a mix of exasperation and concern. I averted my gaze briefly, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a ginger figure darting down a narrow alleyway before vanishing into the shadows. Heart racing, I grabbed Grover's shoulder and pointed excitedly. "Dude! Did you see that? He just disappeared!"

Grover's eyes widened, his shock matching mine. Just then, Chiron approached, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Ah, there it is! Hagrid will be seeing you on the other side," he said warmly, casting a glance toward Annabeth. Their eyes met, and I could sense the deep bond between them. "I know this isn't how you envisioned spending your school year, but it's for the best, my child," he added gently before enveloping her in a comforting hug.

After their embrace, Chiron led us toward a looming brick wall, the reality of what lay ahead settling in my chest. Just then, a boy with tousled dark hair and round glasses approached us, a friendly grin brightening his face. "Oh, I don't think I saw you last year? I'm Harry!"

I glanced at him, slightly annoyed by his eagerness. "Percy," I replied curtly, feeling the urgency bubble up inside me. Without another word, I rushed toward the wall, bracing myself for impact, but to my surprise, instead of pain, I found myself standing on the other side, unharmed and ready for whatever awaited us.

As I took a hesitant step forward, I lost my balance and fell face-first into the ground, the world blurring momentarily around me. "Here, let me help you up," a voice chimed, pulling me from my embarrassment. I looked up to see the girl from earlier, and I couldn't help but admire her. She appeared almost ethereal with her striking features and confident demeanor. I tried to shake off the clumsiness I felt; after all, it was just one of those days, right?

She extended her hand to me, and as I took it, something electric surged through me—a mixture of embarrassment and intrigue. With a gentle tug, she helped me to my feet, a playful glint in her eye. "Next time, try not to face-plant; it might not be me who helps you up," she teased, a smile dancing on her lips. "It could very well be that Malfoy guy I keep hearing about. He's supposed to be a real piece of work." She let out a light laugh that sent my heart racing. Just as I was warming up to the moment, my tongue slipped, and I asked the most cliché question imaginable. "What's your name?"

For a heartbeat, she paused, her expression shifting as a cloud of anger passed over her features. "Yn Riddle," she replied curtly. I fought back a chuckle at the unusual combination of her name but, in an instant, she caught my amusement and narrowed her eyes at me. "What's so funny?" Her voice dripped with irritation.