Percy Jackson-
"So where do you think the fruit painting is?" I asked Nico.
We were trying to get to the Kitchens to request blue food. Almost nothing was as important.
"Dunno. I guess I'll just summon Nick again, you know how he is...so eager to please, so terribly afraid of my father and I...you know how it goes..."
"Yeah. Only sea creatures like me and respect me...ghosts are just scared of you."
Nico shrugged. "Well, I am the Ghost King. And did a pretty dramatic showing of it, too. Minos and the Labyrinth. Gods of Olympus, I was so moody back then."
"You still are," I laughed. "So you mean back then by the first time Annabeth kissed me and I blew up a volcano?"
"And showed up at your own shroud burning. I heard some expressions...mainly Annabeth's were priceless." Nico snickered.
I frowned and flicked him on the head.
"Ow!"
"Shush, I hear someone coming."
I put a hand on his shoulder, and we melted into the walls.
"Pickety, pockery, pokery, Peevesy—"
"Hey," I said, breaking away from Nico, and stepping into the corridor.
"You called for Peevesy?" The ghost said with an evil smirk.
He gave me a crazy look, and started to unscrew a chandler, probably expecting me to scold him or get a teacher.
"Nice work, Mr. Peeves, but I think it unscrews the other way."
He narrowed his eyes at me, and I smirked.
"Here is the deal, my name is Percy Jackson." His eyes widened. Nico came out of the shadows, and Peeves bowed to him, to us. "And I...am having a prank war with Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger."
Peeves smirked.
"We'd like your assistance from time to time...and the way to the kitchens. We are going to ask for the elves to turn the food blue, and enchant it, so it can't be turned to its original color by and magic means."
Nick grinned, and Peeves gave us a thumbs up.
After he told us the way to the kitchens, I tickled a piece of wall fruit. I guess that was better than saying hi to a poodle.
"Hello," I said, finding myself faced with lots of beady eyed little elf things—which I thought a little weird. "I have a food request. Can it be blue?"
After going over all the pros of serving blue food, which I guess could be considered a prank, but I won't count it because I really love blue food, we, that is Nico and I, made our way back to the Common Room.
As we made our way back to the Common Room—why exactly is it called that? It's pretty common since there are four of them, but seriously—I had an amazing flash of inspiration, followed by a wave of drowsiness.
"Death Breath," I yawned. "Want to borrow the Stolls' precious bag of pranks?"
"Uh...well, I sort of can't go back to Camp at this moment."
"Why not?" I asked incredulously.
"I sort of took the liberty to, you know...paint Piper's cabin orange, and put a few spiders under Annabeth's bed..."
I laughed. "Wow. You are dead." Then I froze. "So you have all of Piper's siblings and Annabeth after you?"
"Actually all of both cabins." Nico said with a shrug.
"So if you go back..."
"Piper's siblings will trap me with Annabeth's cabin's help, and uh..." Nico shuddered, "They'll give me...give me a...a...a makeover." His eyes were wide with fright, and I didn't blame him. That was almost as terrifying as me having another nosebleed.
"Did you just say you want Piper's siblings to give you a makeover?" Thalia asked, looking horrified.
Where did she come from?
"No!" Nico defended.
"Okay, okay. You can't go to Camp. Guess we'll gave to think of and do lots of awesome pranks without the help of the Stolls."
"The Stolls are idiots," Thalia huffed.
"Why? Because they wrote on your dad's cabin 'Zeus is a Bolt Brain?'" I asked.
"I'm surprised Zeus didn't kill them for that," Nico commented, after giving the Fat Portrait Lady the password, which, was hilariously Semidei, which means Demigods in Latin. (Google Translate, so if you know it's wrong...blame Google and not me :) )
"Well, the next time I see them I will—"
"Is this a bad time?" Our heads snapped over to the voice. It was Harry.
"What'd you want, Brit?" I asked, glaring slightly. To be honest, I wasn't even mad at him at the moment. I just wanted to call someone in this weird place a Brit, and he was in the right place at the right time.
Harry stiffened slightly, but said, "I wanted...to apologize."
That wasn't what I expected. I waved my wand—which I got a while ago. Not in a chapter. It is Olive wood, with Sea Essence which is apparently incredibly rare—Harry flinched—and I whipped up a first AID kit and turned to my cousins, whom currently had their mouths open so large, I was sure a fly was going to wind up in there.
"Okay, check his vitals, I'll prep the OR," I said to them seriously. "This is an emergency."
"No, I really want to apologize. I've been a jerk...and I'm sorry."
I looked at him, staring blankly for a few moments. I narrowed my eyes at him. "You wanted to apologize?" I said in my most terrifying voice. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Nico and Thalia snickering.
"Y-yes." Harry gulped.
I glared at him for a minute longer before slapping him on the back and laughing.
"Cool!"
"Huh?" The poor fellow looked traumatized.
"I. For-give. You." I said slowly, deliberately making it sound like I was talking to a toddler.
"Uh..." Harry blinked at me.
I laughed again, and heard Thalia and the Neekster laughing behind me. I ignored them. Some people simply cannot act mature. I happen to be one of them.
"All's forgiven. We are good," I smiled. "I don't normally hold grudges. That's Nico's gig." That was followed by a:
"Hey!" From said Ghost King.
"Unless you really piss me off. Them I'm afraid I am really grudgy. Like my uncle, Nico's dad. Now that guy can hold a grudge. Me? I'm a little more open minded."
Harry's shocked expression turned into one of relief.
"On one condition," I added.
Harry looked unsure, and looked like he was bracing himself.
"One, two, three, four, I declare a Prank War!" I grinned cheekily.
I didn't think someone's mouth could drop that wide. I'm impressed.
"Look, Harry. Now that you no longer hate me, I still need to prank people. It's the natural order of things. Of course, I am going to make the Octavian 2 as miserable as I can, which'll be fun. But there is nothing like a good Prank War. I have a huge one every summer with my Repair Boy Buddy, against my sort of cousins. This place, as cool am interesting as it is, is a school. I'd get bored without anyone to Prank. So I change you, Smart Ass, and the Ginger, to a Prank War."
"Smart Ass?" Harry repeated. "The Ginger?"
"You, Ron, and Hermione." I rolled my eyes. Wasn't that obvious?
Harry suddenly smirked. "Challenge accepted."
"Great! We start tomorrow," I said with a grin.
Maybe I'd get used to this place? Eh. Probably not. I miss Camp.
...
That night, Morpheus plagued me. I wish I could say it was all dreams. But it wasn't. It was memories.
I slept to the desperate screams of pain and terror of a young boy, and the evil laughs of the abuser. And the next morning, I woke up with a scream of my own.
He's gone. I reminded myself. He's gone. Gone, gone, gone...
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Hello! Happy New Year!
So, I just wanted to let you guys know that this isn't just going to be a Prank War between the Golden Trio, and our favorite Greek demigod cousins. Unless your favorite Greek demigod cousins are the Stolls, Clarisse, and or Leo. I wouldn't had that against you, those four are extremely awesome. So, anyway. I will be developing the whole Gabe plot, as will I put in classes and stuff. Never fear, you'll get your fix of the magical and wondrous place that is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
When I write the classes, I'll follow it from the Order of Phoenix book, except, you know, obviously Percy, Nico, and Thalia will be there causing mayhem and mass panic...I'm kidding! Sort of. Anyway, this was sort of a filler.
There is an important reason this takes place in the Order of Phoenix, and not the Chamber of Secrets, or something. I have my reasons, so keep reading if you want to find out what they are. I mean, seriously (lots of lovely opportunities for puns), who knows what goes on in my mind? It's crazy up there. Enjoy New Years everybody. I'll try an update as soon as a can. Please vote, comment, and let me know what you think.
Until next time,
-A Book Worm