The Daughter of Hecate (Percy Jackson/Harry Potter)

Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zeus

When Thalia woke the next morning, Annabeth was at her bedside, reading a book.

"Mmm? Annabeth?" Thalia asked, looking at her old friend.

"Thalia! You're awake!" Annabeth said, brightening as she helped the daughter of Zeus to sit up in her bed. "Here, have some nectar."

"Thanks." Thalia nodded, taking small sips from the cup she was handed.

"How're you feeling?" Annabeth said, closing her book.

"Fine, a bit tired though."

"That's normal. Chiron said you'd be okay to leave by noon."

"That's fine. Where's Luke? Is he okay?" Thalia asked.

"Luke is fine, but Thalia, you should know something. About Luke that is." Annabeth said hesitantly.

"What? Is he injured?" Thalia asked, confused.

"No, nothing like that. Um... how do I say this...?" Annabeth mumbled.

"Just tell me!" Thalia said, getting impatient.

"Alright, alright!" Annabeth said, taking a deep breath. "Luke has a fiance."

Thalia paused. "A what, sorry?"

"A fiance." Annabeth said, looking as though she was about to run for cover.

"WHAT! HE'S GETTING MARRIED? SINCE WHEN? WHO IS SHE?!" Thalia exploded with both hurt and extreme surprise.

"Her name is Vitani Potter." Annabeth started.

"Daughter of who?"

"Hecate."

"Hecate, Hecate... the minor goddess of Witchcraft?" Thalia asked.

"Yeah. She came to camp about two and a half years ago, and Luke starting dating her a few months after she arrived. They got engaged just a couple days ago." Annabeth said, holding Thalia's hand.

"Luke... he... how could he... he's getting married?" Thalia asked, hurt as she thought of her best friend and crush.

"I'm so sorry, Thalia, Luke was actually going to tell you himself." Annabeth apologized.

Thalia sighed, she put her cup of nectar on the bedside table and leaned back into her bed. "You don't have to apologize, Annabeth. Luke's the one who fell in love and is getting married, not you. We weren't even dating anyways, he had every right to move on."

"But you still love him." Annabeth said, and it wasn't a question.

"I know." Thalia said. She didn't even want to think about what Zoe Nightshade had said when she refused to join Artemis' hunters because of Luke. While Luke might not have let her down, he had moved on and fell in love with someone else. "What is she like? Vitani Potter?"

"She's.... perfect." Annabeth answered hesitantly.

Thalia groaned.

"I mean, she's beautiful. She has long dark hair, and bright green eyes. She's got a figure most girls would die for. She's athletic, she's an incredible fighter, the strongest one at the camp. She's British, she can do magic, she has an exciting job, she's a great medic, she's smart, she's incredibly kind, strong, a great cook, a fantastic singer, wealthy-"

"I get it! She's perfect!" Thalia whined. "Luke got himself a perfect witch princess."

"Sorry." Annabeth apologized.

A knock at the door interrupted Thalia before she could further rant.

"Come in!" Annabeth called.