The morning was not as nice as the night. As I hadn’t bothered to unpack, I was all set. I just had to put on muggle clothes…aka my normal clothes. Just no Camp Half-Blood shirt.
Is it just me or if the Stoll twins and the Weasley twins met, the world would be doomed? I had to sit next to them in the car. Not that I was complaining. I got to overhear all their pranks so it was a win-win.
I went with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Woo. I dunno, Harry just wanted to talk to the three of us. “Who d’you reckon he is?” Ron asked, and I grimaced at my sleeping dad.
“Dear ol’ dad, Remus Lupin. I think he said he was teaching defense against the dark arts this year.” I said, sitting down next to him.
“Well, I hope he’s up to it,” Ron said, doubtfully. “He looks like one good hex would finish him off. Anyway…” He turned to Harry. “What were you going to tell us?”
Harry explained and I was aghast. “Sirius Black escaped to go after the two of you? Oh, Alora, Harry…you’ll have to be really, really careful. Don’t go looking for trouble.” Hermione said.
“I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.” Harry said, and I gave him a look.
“Okay, you really sound like Prissy Jackson, and let’s just say I’m not liking it.” I said, and Ron laughed.
Then Gigi was at the window, and I let her in. I took the letter from her. I opened and internally sighed. Obviously, it was from Percy.
Miss Neat Handwriting,
You really annoy me with how neat your handwriting is. And the fact that you call me Prissy (hint, hint). It makes me feel all sad. Anyways, I chose to write to you ‘cause…well, I kind of was maybe possibly might have been worried about you. Sensing human souls in dogs ain’t normal, even by demigod standards. Also that dog showed up outside my window growling at me. It’s scary. Maybe you were just scared. Because I’m scared. And please say you’re scared I am literally terrified. That dog doesn’t like me.
Butterfly, also who cares if you're three thousand miles away? I think. I dunno if that says three thousand or tree toe sand. You have really fancy pants handwriting, even with Greek. I’m just really, really bored right now. Otherwise, I’m not sure I’d say I was concerned for you. But, I have a serious question. Doors or wheels? Annabeth is saying wheels, but I think it’s doors.
Peace,
The amazing Persay Jakson
I snorted. He managed to spell his own name wrong. He should’ve written in Greek. Why’d he write everything else in Greek except his name?
“Who’s…Persay Jakson?” Harry read over my shoulder.
“Prissy Jackson. The dimwit spelt his name wrong.” I said, and he frowned.
“Isn’t that the guy you can’t stand?” He asked, and I nodded. “So why is he sending you a letter?”
“‘Cause he’s bored.” I said, and I folded the letter in half.
“So, you don’t like this guy?”
“No.”
“So you aren’t gonna write back?”
“Well…I am gonna write him back.” When Harry gave me a look, I rolled my eyes. “What do you want me to say? ‘No, I’m just gonna leave him hanging on this important question’?”
“What’s the important question?” Hermione asked.
I hesitated. “Doors or wheels.” I said, quietly.
“What?”
“Doors or wheels.” I said, louder. They stared at me.
“Pardon? Doors or wheels doesn’t seem fairly important.” Hermione said, and I shrugged.
“What’s that noise?” Ron asked as some sort of noise was coming from Harry’s trunk. “It’s coming from your trunk, Harry.” He said, reaching up and pulled something from it.
“Is that a sneakoscope?” Hermione asked, eagerly. I zoned out tiredly, glancing over the letter a few times. I let Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s thoughts enter my mind.
“Hi, cousin.” I heard a sneering voice say.
“Hello, bleach blonde ferret.” I said, and he sneered at me.
“Well, at least I’m not a freak.” He said, and then he noticed Moony.
“Who’s that?” He asked, snottily.
“My dad and the newest professor.” And boom he was gone.
I returned to my spaced out state, when the train started to slow down. We must’ve been nowhere near Hogwarts, yet it came to a stop. The lights went out and it was instant confusion. I panicked, resting my hands over my ears trying to think my own thoughts as everyone’s panicked thoughts assaulted me. Then I yelped as all of these horrible, depressing thoughts flooded into my mind, the majority mine.
“Ally! Ally, wake up!” Someone shook me violently, until my eyes slowly opened.
“W-Will?” I asked, and there were murmurs of confusion.
“Um…no, it’s uh, not uh, Will.” Hermione said, and my spirits plummeted. So, we were going to school. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay at camp. It was better than school where people often avoided me or bullied me.
“Oh,” I said, and I sat up straight. “What happened?”
“Well, a dementor came onto the train.” Hermione said.
“Oh,” I said. “What’s a dementor?”
“It sucks the happiness out of a person. I figured you would know.” I heard Moony say from behind me.
“Hey dad.” I said, jumping to my feet.
“Yeah…who’s Will?” He asked, and I sighed.
“He’s a medic at camp.” When he stood there unbelievingly, I spilled what I had kept a secret even from Will. “Dad, he’s gay. And eleven.”
That got him off my back.
“Here,” He said. “Eat some chocolate, sweetheart.” He said, and I smiled. “Excuse me, I have to go speak to the driver.”
I took the chocolate from him and took a bite. Instantly, I felt better. “Woah, maybe I need to have some chocolate next time Thalia goes on a ‘Pine trees; they’re the best trees ever’ rendition.” I said, and he frowned.
“Who’s Thalia?” He asked, and I rolled my eyes.
“The bestest person at camp.” I said, kicking my legs up.
“Yeah, yeah,” He was looking at some paper. “Right now, who’s Percy Jackson and why do you call him Prissy?”
“He’s a toerag from camp,” I said, and he smirked. “What?”
“Oh, nothing.” He said, shrugging and walking away, passing me my letter.
ততততত
The feast was fairly nice, where they announced that Moony was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and Hagrid was the new Magical Creatures professor. As of now though, I was sitting on my bed, the blankets over my legs, a quill in one hand, my wand in the other, and a paper on my lap.
“Go to sleep, Alora.” Lisa Turpin groaned from her bed. “School starts tomorrow and I want to be awake for it.”
“In a minute! Let me finish this, Lisa!” I said, and she groaned.
I sighed and did my finishing touches to my letter before reading it over.
Persay,
Wheels, man, wheels.For every door there is, there are several wheels helping it. And every car there four doors, and five wheels not including the ones in the doors. Also, um…you were right to be concerned. I sorta collapsed on the train. Not completely sure why though. My dad gave me chocolate after it, so you don’t see me complaining. I never got an explanation for the dog though.
I apologize for my neat handwriting. You should be feeling my sarcasm through this letter, dope. Also, haha, you’re afraid of wee little doggy. Oh, and you spelt your name wrong. And I wrote THREE THOUSAND and not TREE TOE SAND. Also, why do you call me Butterfly, Aquaman? I find it irking in the strongest manner.
Answer me Aquaman,
Alora Lupin-Black
I sighed and folded the letter, setting it on my nightstand, and I turned out the light on my wand.
“Finally!” Lisa grumbled, and I curled up in bed and fell asleep.