Different Worlds (Harry Potter | Percy Jackson Crossover)

Chapter 16: The Yule Ball (Part 2)

NOTE: Happy 2014 Baybeh! :) New year's resolution, anyone? One of mine is to update this story regularly and to never forget it. Also, I'll make the updates the best I can. :D

By the way, things will get more serious after this chapter. Serious as in like fighting and action and missing people serious. I hope you guys don't mind.

AND lastly, seriously guys? 3K reads? 116 votes? *sniff* I can't believe how happy I am. Hope you guys continue reading and keep voting. I'll also accept suggestions for the story. :>

Domo arigatou, minna! (Thank you very much, everyone!) {Like I said in my previous note, I was engrossed with anime. But don't worry. I won't put any of those in the story. :P}

Oh. And one more thing. Updating this story will be really tough now. It's my final quarter as a freshman and I really need to do my best. Especially since I screwed up big time last quarter. (Oops.) So, hope y'all understand if my updates will be a wee bit slow.

Disclaimer: There are some parts in this chapter which I got from the Goblet of Fire. I'd just like to remind you that I don't own any of the Harry Potter or Percy Jackson characters. All credits go to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan.

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*Hogwarts*

~Shadow's POV~

"What are you doing, Shadow?" Hermione asked warrily. I didn't bother answering her, instead, I proceeded slamming my forehead lightly on the table while waiting for our next teacher.

"What are you- Hey! Stop that!" She grabbed my head and shook my shoulders. "Get a hold of yourself!"

"I wish I could," I mumbled gloomily.

The last week of term became increasingly boisterous as it progressed. Rumors about the Yule Ball were flying everywhere. For instance, Dumbledore had bought eight hundred barrels of mulled mead from Madam Rosmerta. He had also, as I recall from the things I've heard from Parvati Patil, booked the Weird Sisters, a very famous musical group in the Wizarding World.

I don't take much interest in them, though.

Some of the teachers gave up trying to teach us much when our minds were clearly elsewhere. Professor Flitwick for one. He allowed us to play games in his lesson on Wednesday, and spent most of it talking to Harry about the perfect Summoning Charm Harry had used during the first task of the Triwizard Tournament.

The other teachers were not so generous. And that's exactly why I am currently cranky and gloomy.

Nothing would ever deflect Professor Binns, for example, from plowing on through his notes on goblin rebellions - as Binns hadn't let his own death stand in the way of continuing to teach, we supposed a small thing like Christmas wasn't going to put him off. It was amazing how he could make even bloody and vicious goblin riots sound as boring as Percy Weasley's cauldron-bottom report. Professor McGonagall and Moody kept us working until the very last second of our classes, too. And Professor Snape, of course, would no sooner let us play games in class. Staring nastily around at us all, he informed us that he would be testing us on poison atidotes during the last lesson of the term.

As the bell rang, everybody dashed out of the classroom with no hesitation, all of them looking like zombies. Seamus Finnigan had eye bags bigger than anyone's. Dean Thomas' uniform looked as if he put it on 10 seconds before the start of classes this morning. Lavender Brown's hair, to my surprise, looked like she had just gone through a storm. Among all of us, Hermione looked the most decent and the most normal. She made the last week of term look like it was just before exam week which involves alot of studying and project passing in the Muggle World.