again, sorry for not updating!!

also, which one are you? the image at the top ^^^

If you can't read the text, here's the explanation:

Squeeze your toothpaste from:

Everywhere- Artistic and empathetic

From the bottom- Perfectionist, mastermind

From the top- Stubborn, pessimist

From the middle- Psycho

I found out I'm a psychoooo :>

not surprised tho

ANYWHO
ON WITH THE STORY

Weeks later—

Percy's POV—

I thought Hogwarts was supposed to be exciting.

...

It really wasn't. Other than those nightmares about Annabeth, which kept repeating. Again, boring.

Amazing, amiright? I just had to relive the moment of me murdering her.

Note the totally not inherited sarcasm.

Although now I have another person to hate. Draco Malfoy. Despite me being part of his so-called Slytherin 'friend group,' he's still a prick. A prick with an ego the size of the bottles of hair gel he has.

He reminds me of Octavion and Annabeth at the same time, to be honest. Which is just peachy, isn't it?

...now I'm thinking of blowing him up with peach grenades. 

ADHD can be nostalgic, doesn't it?

Despite the so-called aMeRiCaN RoYaLtY being here, things were incredibly monotonous. The demigods were doing a decent job of pretending to be wizards.

The thing I'm wondering, though, is who the hell sent them?? AND WHY IS ANNABETH ALIVE?!

Couldn't have been Hecate. She sent me here to get a dam break.

Welp. I'm dying of a curse anyways, so oh well. At least I won't have to see...her again. Unfortunately she's still in my house for the time being.

Joy. Note the totally not inherited sarcasm.

Although I have a feeling I'll survive because of the Fates. Dam them. Although the question is that why are they here in the first place?? Sure, Chaos could've sent them for a quest but why do I have to be here out of all the places I could've been? Do they want me to die inside with flashbacks of my ex??

...I wouldn't be surprised if they actually did want me to do that. Then again, I'm kinda already dead inside.

I should start wearing my cloak with my Hogwarts Uniform. Thank Hecate that she blessed me with Mist control. Now I look like a metamorphmathingy or whatever it's called.

Although I should probably keep that up...I have a feeling Nico is getting suspicious of me. He's one of the smarter demigods anyways.

Either that or I just haven't been paying attention.

Yeah, probably the later.

Did I just spend the last 200 words ranting about my theory about the American Royalty? Yes.

Was it a waste of time? Again, yes.

I have no idea how Malcolm does it.

Oh well. ADHD can be bliss sometimes.

Sometimes.

POV change sponsored by me needing to read HP X PJO crossovers to get motivated to write this shit

Harry's POV—

"I can't believe it." Hermione muttered under her breath. "I thought Percy was going to be a decent person. Then he goes on and becomes more annoying than Percy Weasley!" Ron nodded, scowling.

"Little miserable git." He grumbled. 

Harry didn't say anything, lost in thought about the American Royalty. Why were they here? Was America concerned about Black's appearance? And how did he never hear about them?

Something weird was going on, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice startled him out of his thoughts. "Are you ok?" Harry nodded, a little dazed from his thoughts.

"Have you guys talked with the American Royalty yet?" He asked. "They seem nice." Ron sneered.

"They seem snobby." He complained. "Stuck-up and popular like the muggle schools." Hermione smacked him on the arm lightly.

"You don't even know them, Ron." She chided. "Don't judge a book by its cover." Ron rolled his eyes.

"Easy for you to say, you always pick up a book no matter what the cover is." He said dryly. Harry snorted with laughter. It was true, nonetheless. 

Hermione huffed. "At least I don't almost fail every one of my classes because of it." She shot back. Ron shrugged.

"What can I say? Transfiguration is hard." He said nonchalantly. "I—"

"LEONIDAS VALDEZ, I SWEAR TO THE GODS—"

Jason Grace, part of the American Royalty burst into the common room, his face tinted pink.

Leo looked up from his scrap metal, looking a bit bewildered.

"Grace?" 

Jason stomped over to Leo and grabbed his shirt collar.

"Why the hell did you tell Piper about that...incident from last week?!" He hissed, the blush on his cheeks intensifying slightly.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron exchanged amused glances as they watched Leo try to find words.

"Relax, Grace, I didn't tell good ol' Pipes anything." He tried to keep his voice steady. "Uh, can you let go of my shirt now?" Jason narrowed his eyes at him.

"Really, now?" He raised an eyebrow, skepticism laced in his words. "Are you sure?" Leo nodded quickly.

"Swear on my dad." He crossed his heart. "Please don't make Annabeth jinx me." Jason glared at him before slowly setting him down, sighing.

"What the blood hell happened to you?" Ron piped up, curious as to why the hell those two were talking about. Jason shot him a glance that said 'don't ask.' 

Leo grinned mischievously.

"Ooh, that's a dramatic story—"

"Shut up, Valdez." Jason pointed his wand at Leo's face threateningly. "Or I'll make your mouth shut for you." Leo snickered, batting his eyelashes flirtingly.

"Make me." He said teasingly, false admiration in his voice. Jason scoffed as he flicked his wand, casting the Tongue-Tying hex on Leo.

"Good one." Hermione remarked, a bit of jealousy showing in her voice. Leo pouted, silently glaring daggers at Jason and flipped him off.

"Don't make me cast the Finger-Removing Curse, Valdez." Jason warned, pointing his wand yet again at Leo.

Harry snickered as he watched the Leo's eyes widen. Jason shot him a look that said 'bish deal with it' and smirked, enjoying Leo's dramatic show of despair.

"...what is he doing—?" Hermione stared at Leo as he did a overdramatic fall-on-your-knees-damsel-in-distress act, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes.

"Oh my gods, Leo stop it before I put a Full Body-Bind curse on you." Jason chided. Leo glared at him halfheartedly as he did a hairflip, signing "TEAM LEO FOREVER" in sign language. 

"He's not going to stop, is he?" Hermione shook her head disappointedly. "Wasted." Ron rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Stop being a killjoy, 'Mione." He grumbled. "You're no fun sometimes, are you?" She huffed.

"I'm not a killjoy, I'm being realistic." She corrected. Harry 

"Right, doing an extra six inches on an essay for McGonagall is 'realistic.'" He said dryly. She shot him a warning glance to shut up.

"'Mione, you really need to lighten u—"

Whatever Ron was about to say was cut off by a loud shriek.

"What in the bloody hell—?!" Harry jumped to his feet, his hand reaching for his wand. "What was that?!" Hermione shook her head, her bushy hair swaying slightly. 

"I don't know, but it didn't sound good—"

Ron snorted.

"As if a sound like that could seem 'good'—"

"Shut up, you two!" Jason's voice was laced with frustration. "Now is not the time to act like Leo's sarcasm—!" Ron sniffed.

"There's always a time for sarcasm—"

Another shriek rang throughout the Common Room.

And it was coming from the Great Hall.

will I keep doing cliffhangers

yes

yes I is

because i is an evil author >:3

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