N I C O
"What's your name?" someone asked me.
My vision was starting to get fuzzy, "Nico di Angelo."
Wait a second, is this soup like truth serum?
"When were you born?"
Ugh, why couldn't they just ask how old I was?
"Nineteen fourty—NINETY, nineteen ninety-eight."
"Hm, what are you doing here?"
I managed to resist the soup for a while. "None of your business."
Wow, I feel like Tris Prior now!
"Are you with the Dark Lord?"
"I suppose."
Oh poop. Immediately everyone glared at me with absolute hate.
"Are you really his son?"
"Yeah."
Suddenly the sink exploded.
The water swirled into words: Dunt weri nico ill cave u!
A round of applause for Percy's terrible spelling, caused by both his dyslexia and lack of paying attention in school.
The water words formed into a hand and it went towards the door.
"No!" Peg Leg yelled.
Everyone shot spells at the water, but they didn't work.
The water hand twisted the doorknob open, and Percy charged into the room screaming at the top of his lungs.
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Nico Visits 12 Grimmauld Place
Fiksi PenggemarNico di Angelo had one job - shadow travel to 15 Grimmauld Place in London and reap a soul. But things went sour when he ended up three doors down, trapped with the Black family and crazy stick-wielding "wizards". Hopefully Percy Jackson can rescue...
