Demigods at Hogwarts

Train to Hogwarts

Leo POV

Every demigod except Percy and Nico were up. Annabeth worked on Percy while Hazel got Nico. We figured he was less likely to attack Hazel. Annabeth simply yelled in Percy's ear, to everyone's delight. Hazel tried to wake up Nico, but he didn't budge. Finally, we called in Piper as a last resort, even though Percy kinda wanted to just splash him awake. I swear that kid has a death wish.

"Nico, wake up calmly," she whispered. Nico suddenly woke up. Then he glared.

"Did you just charmspeak me awake?" He growled. We all looked at each other. "Why can't I get angry?"

"It hasn't worn off yet. I told you to be calm." Piper shrugged.

Staying a safe distance from Nico, we all went downstairs to eat.

~~small time skip~~

I take another big bite of food. It's delicious!

"Leo, do you have to eat like a pig?" Piper complains.

"Well, we are going to Pigwarts," I reply through a mouthful of food before swallowing. Hey, I covered my mouth with my hand, okay!

"Hogwarts," Annabeth corrects, Percy laughing beside her. Hey, at least someone laughed.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione come downstairs and join us. Hermione sits on the other side of Annabeth. As they are talking, I notice my food is growing cold. I glance up. No one is watching....

As discreetly as I can, I let some heat radiate from my hand. I don't flat out use fire, I'm not that stupid! Most of the time....

I grin at my now hot food. I blow on another bit of food, unnecessarily, before popping it in my mouth.

"Hey, uh... Leo, right?" I look over at Hermione. She's staring at the air above my food. For a moment, I though she was staring at my chest.

Since my mouth is full, I just nod for her to continue.

"Why is your food still steaming, and everyone else's isn't?" Thank the gods my mouth is full, or I might've said something stupid before Annabeth got the chance to come up with something.

"His food was cooked last, it's still hot," Annabeth lies. Hermione frowns, but goes back to talking with a red headed girl. Meanwhile, I'm getting a serious death glare from Annabeth. It's even worse since she's directly across from me.

"You almost blew our cover!" She hisses in Ancient Greek. (Italicized conversations are in Greek)

"I'm sorry...," I mumble. "But my food was cold..."

Annabeth face palms. "Whatever. Just don't do it again."

Hermione watches us, brows furrowed. "What language was that?"

"Greek," Annabeth answers. It's more believable than 'Ancient Greek'. I mean, do you see anyone else speaking dead languages?

"Where'd you learn that?" She asks interestedly.

"A teacher at our private school was from Greece and taught us," Annabeth's lies are so smooth, it makes me wonder how many times she's lied to me and I didn't know...

I didn't even realize I was squinting at her suspiciously until she gave me a confused look. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Uh, n-nothing." I preoccupy myself with my food.

Time skip.

We all stand at the train station, staring at the wall that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and some other red heads had disappeared through.