I do not own the Percy Jackson series Rick Riordan does, Nor do i own the Harry Potter series J.K Rowling does.
So SO SO SO SO sorry for me taking so long, ARGHHH i'm so sorry :( Forgive me please???
Percy froze his eyes wide, he felt like a deer that had been caught in the headlights. He had a quick internal debate on whether to cap his sword or not. If he capped it, then it would be much easier to deny ever having a sword. But if he didn’t cap it he would have to take a chance on the mist, to disguise it as a gun, baseball bat or extremely large stick. For most demigods the mist would usually be helpful and help them get out of bad situations, but apparently that did not apply to this demigod right here. It was like the gods were going out of their way to make everything harder for him.
He decided maybe it was best to cap the sword since the mist didn’t seem to be on his side lately. He turned around to face the voice that had come from behind him, to see a duo.
The person standing closest to him was a middle aged man, with light brown hair, which had a few grey streaks. He was about 6 foot 2 inches just a few inches under Percy who reached 6feet 4inches. He had light green eyes, which went well what he was wearing, a tweed suit.Tweed. The Aphrodite girls either would of demanded he change into something more stylish or get away from there line of sight. The man had the whole teacher vibe emitting from him, he definitely reminded Percy of Chiron.
The second person staring at him was a woman, she had bright red hair, cut short to frame her face, she was probably in her forties maybe older. She had light brown eyes and a very motherly look to her. She was wearing a pink house dress with an apron on top. She resembled some of the Weasley kids….. Maybe she was their mother.
“Who are you?”
The brown haired man inquired, he was looking at Percy curiously. It didn’t feel right, the man’s gaze made Percy’s demigod senses start to tingle. The man didn’t seem right, he didn’t seem completely human. Immediately Percy gripped the Pen in his hand, he had to keep his guard up around these strangers.
“I’m…. Dumbledore sent me here. I was supposed to attend a meeting that took place yesterday…. Unfortunately I got a bit delayed.”
“Are you Percy Jackson?”
Percy narrowed his eyes but nodded. The brown haired man continued speaking.
“Well Mr. Jackson I am Remus Lupin, and this is Molly Weasley. We’ve been expecting you.”
The man put his hand out to shake with Percy’s, who eyed the hand warily before stepping forward to shake it himself.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you go into the dining room, the others are just finishing up lunch but I’ll whip up a quick burger for you. Remus can treat your leg, boy that is a nasty cut now isn’t it! How do you like your burgers done?” The women named molly asked, she was looking at his leg warily, like a bird who had just found out one of her chicks had fallen out of the nest. Frankly Percy was taken aback by her kindness.
“Medium rare would be great thanks!”
She smiled but glanced once more at his leg frowning, but spun on her heel and walked through a door labeled dining room. Percy looked down at his leg and his eyes widened, it wasn’t very deep but boy did it bleed a lot, the cut was along his mid-thigh and his jeans were dripping with blood.
