So sorry for the long wait, I'm having some issues....
With many things....
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Percy's POV.
"Jackson, Percy"
Ohhhhhh dam.
I walk up to the stool with trepidation, the hat grins at me...
GODS THAT IS SOO CREEPY...
ITS A HAT
WITH.
A.
FACE.
I shudder and press the old hat onto my hair, it almost reaches my nose.
'Hellooo..... Percy Jackson...'
'Holy Hades, man, you're CREEPY.'
'Well, I have to entertain myself SOMEHOW don't I?'
'True...'
'Can I look into your memories to find out your house?'
'Sure, just don't blame me when you need a therapist...'
A strange feeling of mental violation was upon me, like entire world could see my every thought...
Images of the battle of New York, Gabe, Tartarus, and the Giant war flashed through my head at a rapid speed. The hat screamed in fear.
"GOOD LORD, GRYFINDOR, GRYFINDOR! NO MORE, NO MORE, LIVE A LIFE OF PEACE, CHILD!"
I yawned and got up, the entire hall stared at me in shock as I casually sat at the red table.
"What..?"
The lady cleared her throat nervously.
"Um... next up is Levesque, Hazel..."
Hazel stepped forwards.