When Myths meet Magic || 3

19|| Percy

Annabeth, of course, was elated that Gryffindor won the cup. She tackled Percy as he headed out of the stands, grinning broadly.

"We won the cup! We won the cup!"

Percy kissed her cheek. "Great job, Wise Girl!" He said, beaming. "I knew you could do it!"

From behind Percy, Piper walked up and tapped Annabeth on the shoulder. She too was grinning.

"Great game, Chase," she said. "You did great."

Annabeth laughed. "No, it was really mostly Wood. He blocked almost all of Slytherin's shots. But you did great too, you were the only Slytherin who could score on us."

"Well, me and Marcus," Piper said, but Annabeth shook her head.

"You were the only one that scored while being a good sport," she said. "Did you see how Flint took the Quaffle? He basically tackled Angelina."

Piper grinned. "Yeah, sorry about that block by the way," she said. "But it looked like you had it taken care of."

They both laughed, then Piper turned around.

"Well, I should go. Marcus'll throw a fit when he sees me talking to you." She hugged Annabeth one more time. "Great job again."

"Don't celebrate yet," Annabeth warned as she pulled away. "We still need to pass exams."

Piper groaned. "Why'd you have to remind me," she asked, then walked off.

Percy pouted. "Are we really going to study after this?" He asked. "We've been studying forever!"

"Last time you studied for anything was probably first year exams," Annabeth said. Percy grinned.

"Well, I passed, didn't I?"

"Only because I helped you," Annabeth chastised lightly. "And don't count on it this year," she warned.

>>>•O•<<<

Even if they were tests, Percy still found it quite interesting. It was magic, after all. He much prefered Hogwarts finals to high school finals.

"Care of Magical Creatures tomorrow," Ron said as he peered at their schedules while in the common room. "We should prepare Hagrid for the appeal."

"No need," Harry said as his face fell. He held up a letter that Hedwig had just delivered. "Buckbeak's appeal is set for the sixth--"

"That'll give us plenty of time," Thalia said positively. But Harry went on.

"But they're bringing the executioner too."

"The executioner?" Annabeth looked outraged. "They're not even going to give Buckbeak a fair appeal?"

"Obviously not," Jason said, his normally optimistic face clouded with anger.

"They're all in that Minotaur of a wizard's pocket," Nico said, scowling. "If I ever see Malfoy again--"

"He goes to the same school as us," Thalia reminded him.

"--he's going to cry for the fields of Punishment," Nico finished dangerously.

"Malfoy or his father?" Percy asked.

Nico's face darkened. "Both."

Hermione looked up from where she was looking for her Arithmancy book. "That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" She asked hesitantly. "I mean, using your powers to punish them?"

"No, I'm using my power to make sure they get what they deserve," Nico replied. He snatched the paper from Harry's hands and waved it in front of Hermione. "It was Malfoy's fault in the first place-- if he paid any attention during class he wouldn't have insulted Buckbeak and broken his own arm!"