Magic Meets Might

Chapter 4

Written by Kelly (PandasAreEvil456)

Percy Jackson

                Percy couldn’t quite think of the right word to describe what he was feeling at the moment.

                Everything had happened so fast Percy never got a chance to process it all. He wanted to say he knew exactly where he was and why he was there but the way Hestia had appeared in his dreams and explained it all was so mysteriously and vaguely Percy couldn’t.

                All he really remembered from his conversation with the goddess was something about a school he needed to attend. She had also warned Percy to not say a word about demigods, and to try and fit in. Percy knew from the beginning that it was a lost cause, but Hestia insisted it needed to be done. With a snap of her fingers, the dream had faded to black.

                And he woke up on some other boy’s bed. Great.

                The five boys stared at him. They all held out sticks, as if wands, which Percy found quite silly but didn’t question.

                The boy with red hair dangling over his eyes stared at him with a peculiar expression. After he had told the boys his name, they all stared at him as if shell shocked. Percy, rather uncomfortable, rubbed his arm absently and capped his sword, seeming to relax the red haired boy quite a bit.

                One of the boys, the one with black hair and a lightning type scar on his forehead turned to the red haired one. “Have you ever heard of him?”

                The boy shook his head. “Never,” he whispered.

                Footsteps echoed outside the door. Someone was stomping straight to the room, making Percy slightly nervous. Whoever it was didn’t seem too happy.

                The door swung open and the six boys in the room stayed dangerously still. A tall and slender woman stood at the door, a green robe hiding her body. She had a witch hat on with a crooked top, but it didn’t look in the least bit silly to Percy. Her cold eyes scanned the room, causing a shiver to run down Percy’s spine when her eyes met his.

                “And what is the meaning of this?” She spoke with an accent, just like the rest of them. Percy knew just by the tone of her voice the she was one to enforce discipline.               

                “Um, Professor,” the boy who Percy had ended up sharing a bed with stammered. He was rather chubby and childish looking. “I don’t know what happened, he was in my bed this morning.”

                The woman raised an eyebrow at Percy, who shifted uncomfortably in his spot on the bed. “I want Longbottom and him,” she jabbed a thin finger in Percy’s direction,” in my office, now.”

                “But, Professor-”

                “No buts, Potter.”

                “Let us come,” the red hair boy pleaded. “Come on, Neville’s too panicked to say anything!”

                “A- Am n-not!” Neville protested in a high pitched voice.

                The boy, who the professor had called Potter raised an eyebrow. “See?”

                The women sighed, giving in. “Very well. Weasley, Potter and Longbottom only.” She stared pointedly at the other two boys, who nodded obediently.