2 More days to Blood of Olympus, How’s everyone feeling? Sorry…. I’m just going to stop making excuses for my pathetic update schedule. Cry me a river? haha… ha … ha. In other news last day of WWA tour… “Where are we going today mark?” “Home” I’M NOT EMOTIONALLY STABLE FOR THIS. Hows school everybody? I’ve got a test tomorrow, i should be studying for…. Napoleon can wait. Enjoy kiddos. OH I don’t own Percy Jackson series or the Harry Potter series.
“Now, Mr. Jackson i’m going to ask you one more time. Where are they?”
Percy eyed the steaming mug of tea in front of him. Ever since toad lady had planted a smile on her face and stared down at him with her obvious illusion of kindness, he knew something was up. For the past two weeks he had been leading on Umbridge and her cronies, they’d watch him sneak out of the gryffindor common room and follow him around the castle. Much to their dismay he did not attend Harry’s DADA classes but instead simply roamed the halls to distract them from their mission.
He had only taken the job of protecting Harry and his classes was because running around the castle was good exercise, he was getting out of shape. It wasn’t like he could just pop out his sword in the middle of school and start hacking away, And if he was being honest with himself watching Umbridge yell and scream in frustration made it all worth it. She had a particular face that she saved just for when Percy aggravated her, her nostrils would flare and her eyebrows would shoot into her hairline, he towered so far over her that her chin would stick up in the air and her eyes would burn with menace. He’d never intentionally been the troublemaker, usually trouble would follow him in school, but this time he was getting a pass. He could piss off the worst teacher in school and not worry about his grades.
He’d had a lot of fun at hogwarts so far, but when he lay in bed late at night his mind wandered to the strawberry fields of camp. Thalia’s old pine tree, what he wouldn’t do to catch the downtown 2, or 3 train to hang with grover in the village. But if there was one thing he missed most of all, it was being on speaking terms with Annabeth. He no longer had a feeling of burning hatred or despair, he just missed his friend.
“Mr. JACKSON!” Umbridge brought her tiny fist down to bang on the table, she had struck it with so much force the tea in front of him rattled and jumped out of the cup. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, refusing to answer her questions.
She clamped her mouth shut in anger, her eyes were closed, taking a few deep breaths she plastered on another smile and returned to her seat across from him. She shuffled some papers around to clear her desk before interlocking her hands and placing them in front of her.
“ Mr. Jackson, you’ve been at this school for a few months now. If you won’t tell me where, and what Potter is doing. Then we must find something else to discuss. Oh and Please Mr. Jackson drink up your tea, it’s only polite” She blinked her large eyes and looked from him to the cup.
Percy eyed it warily, the cats around him started meowing in unison as if performing an incantation of sorts. His hand found its way to the handle of the porcelain tea cup but he did not bring it to his lips, instead he brought it up to his nose and took a large whoff. It did smell really good, the pink liquid looked so promising, he sighed in content. As he lowered the cup to his lips, his subconscious was screaming at him to have some common sense. His lips touched the cup, and Umbridge let out an evil smile, she picked up her pen and waited for him to take a sip.
“Get your head in the game seaweed brain, haven’t you learned anything from when we were 12. Never accept food from the enemy”
The cup crashed to the floor and his eyes were wide, his heart was beating erratically. That was Annabeth’s voice, he knew he had heard it. He bolted up from his chair and scanned the room, no one was there.
