Weasley Twins Meet the Stoll Brothers (Discontinued)

Breakfast

3rd Person POV

The conch horn played reville. But the twins were already wide awake. "Geez! You two are early birds!" Travis said groggily.

Fred shrugged. "Eh, when you're living in another time zone, it's complicated. We normally wake up around now, but that was over in England. We've been up for the past. . . What? Five hours? Six?"

George nodded. "Five hours. So you think you're up early? I bloody well doubt it." 

A/N: Sorry for my bad use of British lingo. Shun me. Do I care? No.

Travis woke up the rest of the cabin, and Connor explained to the Weasleys what they are going to do for the day.

"So, we line up or something along those lines, and then we get to have breakfast. We can sit wherever and with whoever we want." Connor was saying. "At least at breakfast and lunch. . ." 

"What's for breakfast?" Fred asked. "Is it the same every day?"

Connor grinned. "Your choice!" he answered, honestly. "Just wait and see. What's it like at your school?"

"There's food, and there's food. I think George and I will compare soon enough!"

*Minutes Later*

The twins didn't know where to sit for breakfast so they just sat with the Stolls. (A/N: Smart move, huh?) The conversation went from awkward teens to best friends in about 5 seconds.

"So what's your 'Percy Jackson' like?" One of the twins asked. Travis looked over at the Poseidon table. Percy and Annabeth were laughing, and having a great time.

"He's a very powerful demigod. Our very own Leo Valdez gets nervous when he gets a look from Percy." Travis solemnly replied.

"Who's Leo Valdez?" The other twin asked.

Connor and Travis looked at each other. They didn't talk, but if they did, it would go something like this:

Connor: Should we tell them?
Travis: Maybe?
Connor: Should I grab Leo?
Travis: Maybe?
Connor: I'm going to get Leo.
Travis:
Connor: And while I'm at it, I'll get Percy and Annabeth, too.

Connor stood up. "I'll be back, guys. Gimme a sec."

Connor's POV:

As I walked over to the Poseidon table, a young girl wearing a green dress ran in front of me. "Meg! Watch where you're going!" I scolded. She stops running and comes back to apologize, I hope.

When she turns her face up to mine, I can see that her cat-eye glasses are cracked. And her eyes are red, probably from crying.

I kneel down to her level. "Meg, what happened? Please tell me."

As Apollo would say, Meg decided to be Meg. I persisted. "Meg, please tell me! I swear on the River Styx I won't tell anyone what happened. Not even Chiron."

She grabs my wrist and says two words. 

"Follow me."