Percy Jackson and the Wizards of England

Broomsticks, Weasels, and Magic Sticks

Author's Note: I'm going to try to update a lot more, as I'm going to graduate in 21 days!!! *squeals* I'm so excited!!!! I also got a new video game for when I get my laptop back from the Geek Squad. (Undertale is one of my obsessions, as well; I haven't played it, though.) I hope you like this chapter!!

Stay sassy, demigods and wizards!!!

Apparently, this kid was resilient, because a head-on collision with a car hadn't fazed him (other than being knocked unconscious, of course). I had set his prop stick next to him before Annabeth started driving because I wasn't about to be accused of stealing again. I glared at the sky, remembering when Zeus threw a tantrum, threatening to kill me unless I gave his stupid lightning bolt back...

"Umm, this is awkward. My name's Percy. I kinda ran you over... I didn't mean to, though! It was a complete acci--" Annabeth cut me off, saying, "What my kelp-head boyfriend means is, we're taking you to the hospital after accidentally hitting you with our rental." Knockout Boy seemed to relax. He picked up his stick and put it in his back pocket.

"How far did did we get from where you hit me?" Knockout Boy asked. "We drove for about five minutes, so not that far--" Our conversation was interrupted by a tall, lanky, red-haired kid, who looked about nineteen. Oh, I probably also mention he was riding a broomstick.

Now, I'm not talking about your average, crazy-bum-on-the-street-type riding a broomstick. I mean, he literally flew circles around the car, his feet not touching the ground, and landed on the hood of our car. He was dressed what looked like a silk bathrobe, very loud orange in colour with a scarlet trim, so his hair clashed horribly with his clothes. Both Annabeth and I dropped our jaws as he hopped off of the car, opened the backseat door, and spoke. "Oi, Harry, what've you gotten yourself into this time, mate?" The redhead asked. He turned to look at me and Annabeth and asked, "Are these Muggles, or do we need to Obliviate these two?"

I quickly snapped out of my stupor at what definitely sounded like a threat. "Hey, I don't know what a Muggle is, but I am not going to let you obliterate me and my girlfriend." Annabeth reached for the centre console, where she keeps her new Celestial bronze dagger. I reached for my ballpoint pen Riptide. The newcomer just laughed and pulled out another stick like Harry's, but it was more brown and less red,  and a bit longer. He said, "Obliviate!" And a green light filled the car before I could react.