Percy Jackson-The Grandson of Voldemort

Chapter 8.

Percy Jackson-

We stared at each other, completely immobile.  We glared at each other, determined not to lose.   It was like a mafia stare-down or something.

"Hades Underpants!" Thalia swore when she blinked. "Kelp Head!"

"Pinecone Face," I smirked.

"Coral Skull!"

"Tiara Girl."

"Fish Breath!"

"—that was actually a good one," I said grudgingly.  I didn't actually have fish breath—Annabeth would never kiss me if I did, but, regardless, I don't recall her using that name before. 

"One tries," Thalia smirked.

"One point Thalia, zzeeerrrooo for Percy!" Nico said in an announcer voice.

"But I won the staring contest!" I whined.  It may not seem like a big deal, but the three of us made a deal.  Whoever, by the end of the Hoggy Warty school year, if I don't get thrown out, that is, whoever has the most points—Nico promised to keep score—will get to give the other orders that they have to follow.

Nico considered this.  "Fine." He mock sighed.  "One point for the Princess of the Heavens," he gave her mock now and she smirked.  "Annnnndddddd one point for...the one, the only...Seaweed Brain!"

I smirked lazily.  That's better.

Ginny snorted. "So are you lot ready for tomorrow?"

Slowly all of us turned to face her. We stared at her with bewildered expressions.

"What?" She raised a brow.

"Bolt Brain!" I said out of nowhere.  When everyone turned to me, more than a little bit confused, I shrugged bashfully.  "Sorry. I was thinking of some more nicknames for Thals."

"Bolt Brain!" Nico laughed.  He wiped away a tear.  "Brilliant!"

"Or Thunder Head," I offered eagerly.  "Static Skull?"  I suggested when Thalia turned red with anger.  "Oh, no!" I shrieked in a fake whiny voice.  "The Tree Huger is after me!"

"That's it," Thalia growled, cracking her knuckles.  "You dead meat, Fish Boy."

"Dead fish meat, you mean," I said innocently.

"Priceless!  Ginny, can you write these down for me?" Nico asked.

Ginny rolled her eyes.  "Thalia," she said before Thalia could pummel me.  "As I was saying," she gave me a pointed look.  "We are going to Hogwarts tomorrow."

At that the tree of us burst out laughing.

"What?" Asked Ginny.

"Pig—Pimples!" I burst out, and Nico and Thalia were rolling all over the floor, laughing their little demigod hearts out.

Ginny stifled a laugh.  "Good god, sorry, gods, you guys are ridiculous."

"That's why you are friends with us, darlin'," I said with British accent, and Neekster and Thals couldn't stop laughing.  Ginny laughed, too.

"True," she admitted.  "But maybe you shouldn't be here."  We gave her confused looks.  "You've been infected!" She said with mock horror.  "You are turning British, Perce."

"Holy Hera," I grumbled.  Then I put my hands on my heart, looked sadly at Thalia, and said dramatically; "Tell Annabeth I love her."

"Oh, shut up.  If you die, Annie would never forgive me." Thalia rolled her eyes.