Percy Jackson-The Grandson of Voldemort

Chapter 23.

Percy Jackson-

I have never been the smartest demigod. In fact, my obliviousness is pretty much just as well known as my being the Hero of Olympus. But, even so, I could still see how the pink toad lady was majorly pissing everyone off. Ginny cursed her about a thousand times while we (We meaning Dead Beat Jr, The Sparking Pine Tree, and yours truly) taught her how to properly kick peoples' butts.

Speaking of, Ginny was making really good progress. Her reflexes were good, but Thalia and I agreed that we'd have to build them up better naturally over time. (Nico was sleeping, so he didn't give us his input.) She was handling a sword better than before, and her natural ability to predict and defend against attacks was getting better all of the time.

Of course, it's only been two days. But two highly productive days.  The miracles that happen when you don't have class.  Weekends, am I right?  Best thing since sliced bread.

I don't know if we are good influences on her, actually...I'm pretty sure she didn't know most of those curses before she met me...and I do not mean the magical kind.

The Wizarding World is weird.  I don't see what the big hype is about Quidditch.  Honestly, does no one play Capture-the-Flag anymore?  What is the big deal?  You fly around on a stick and throw/hit/catch/block three kinds of balls.  Not horrible, I suppose.  Could be fun, if played with the right people.  But, I know it sounds weird,  but it isn't nearly deadly enough.  

Demigod fun normally means your life is in danger.  Maybe some people would think that sounds kind of sadistic.  But, hey, it is true.  Demigod fun normally involves sword fighting, climbing lava walls, and fights to the death with other demigods that don't exactly mean a fight to the death.

Monsters...not always fun.  But fighting with other demigods, not dying...maybe being blasted with lightning, being attacked with shadows, and the threat of maiming.  But that's what makes it interesting.

Although, it doesn't take us long to find trouble anywhere.  Even over otherwise peaceful weekends of fighting.

"Watch where you're going, you idiots!" The blonde snot sneered.

"Hey, you're the one who bumped me.  Don't get your panties in a twist, honey." Thalia scowled.  I rolled my eyes.  Thalia was less than two seconds from electrifying him.  Not that I'd mind, or anything, but it might be hard to explain to the Doc how he got struck by lightning while indoors.

"You don't want me as an enemy, freaks." Malfoy's left eye twitched.

"That's right, you are-oh-so-important." Thalia crossed her arms sarcastically.

"You don't want to cross me.  Crossing me means crossing my father.  You need to treat me with respect!"

"O Mighty Blond Ferret, how may I serve you, my lord?  Should I scrub your feet?  Wash your socks?  Or perhaps I should face your enemies for you?  Need any new henchmen to fight your battles?  You never do seem keen on doing the dirty work for yourself, Malfoy.  Why is that?  Can't take the heat?"

While Malfoy spluttered at me in a fruitless attempt to make a coherent sentence, I heard Nico muttering behind me.

"Leo would have a field day with that, I swear..."