The Minister speed walked to the group, Lucius and Draco Malfoy trailing behind him, sneering at the Weasleys. Percy resisted the erdge to roll his eyes. Such petty blood feuds have lasted for decades, and they probably don't even know what started it.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley! I see that young Harry is being taken care of, yes? We can't be getting lost in the crowds, now can we?" The Minister said, chuckling at the end. Mr. Weasley forced out an uneasy laugh, rubbing the back of his head. The Minister's gaze drifted over to Nico and Percy, a fake smile lighting up his face.

"And who might you two be?"

Percy had a feeling that the Minister didn't really want to know who they were. He was just playing as a happy-go-lucky Minister who actually liked the people he was leading. The Minister wasn't loyal to his people, only to himself, which made Percy very angry as the god of loyalty.

"My name's Perseus Olympas. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Minister."

The Minister's eyes widened, sparking with interest. "Olympas? Why, I haven't heard that surname in quite a while!"

Percy frowned as they shook hands. As Minister, it was his duty to remain neutral between the light and dark families. He had to be able to appease both sides, and yet he didn't even know one of the most basic traditions! It was protocol for a pureblood to arrange their hand into a certain formation to tell the other pureblood what you intend for your relationship to be, like sign language, but with only two symbols. One for a diplomatic relationship, and one for a personal relationship. A diplomatic relationship ment that in court, the two families would have each others back, but they would not be friends or anything personal.

Percy wondered how the Minister kept his position since he didn't educate himself on wizarding traditions, key features of most dark families.

Percy left Nico to deal with the Minister and turned to Lucius Malfoy. Like all the Malfoys before him, he had platinum blonde hair and grey eyes. Everything about him screamed posh and elegance.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy. It's a pleasure to meet you," Percy said, cringing on the inside at his stiff greeting. Percy wasn't one for formality, but the Malfoys were people that no one wanted to cross.

Percy held the sign for a diplomatic relationship, relaxing when Lucius shook his hand, excepting the offering. To reject someone's offer of a diplomatic, or even worse, a personal relationship would be a declaration of war between the two families unless you make it clear that war is not what you want, that you just don't want to be associated with the person. That is what most neutral families do when a dark family member offers their hand.

"A pleasure, Mr. Olympas," Lucius said in a drawling tone, his face set in a cold mask that often threw people off.

Percy nodded and turned to the younger Malfoy, his breath catching in his throat. The Malfoys were well known for their beauty, but this boy was a literal angel. His platinum blonde- almost white -hair fell in delicate waves on his forehead, his silvery grey eyes staring straight at Percy with a calm steadiness, but he couldn't have been older than fourteen, at an impressive height of 5'9" or 5'10" already.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Olympas," Draco said, the hairs on Percy's arms lifting at the sound of his honeyed voice. Only then did Percy realize that he had been staring fixatedly at the attractive boy, who was beginning to blush at the look in Percy's eyes. Percy glanced down at Draco's hand, feeling a bit disappointed upon seeing the diplomatic sign.

Percy jumped when he heard Nico exchange pleasantries, not knowing why he felt guilty for admiring the beautiful boy in front of him, who was peering up at him through his pale eyelashes.

In turn, Draco couldn't help but stare at Percy. The Greeks were famous for their revealing statues that depicted handsome gods and alluring goddesses, which were all based off of the Olympian family. Percy's hair was messy in a way that gave off boyish charm (unlike Potter's rat's nest), his skin had the perfect golden tan, and the robes he was wearing highlighted his broad shoulders and muscular frame. What really drew Draco in was his kaleidoscope eyes that resembled the ocean. There was no other way to explain Percy's eyes, the way all the different greens seemed to swirl together like waves, the way they almost glowed, enrapturing anyone who looked into them.

In that moment, Draco knew that he wanted Percy to be his, but when Percy glanced at another boy- Nico Di' Angelo -with a bit of guilt after looking at him with unfiltered admiration, Draco's hope deflated. Perhaps Percy was already spoken for, and Draco did not like people who cheated.

"Well! Now that everyone's acquainted, let's head up to the top box!" The Minister said, smiling brightly at everyone.

The Minister was oblivious to the brewing tension between the Weasleys and the Malfoys, just leading the group to the top box. Who thought that it was a good idea to put the Weasleys and the Malfoys in the same room? It was a situation begging for trouble!

The group stayed in an awkward, tense silence on the walk, Nico and Percy sending each other the "what can ya do?" look as the Malfoys sneered at the Weasleys and co. while they glared back with pure hatred.

Nico and Percy turn around to walk to their own seats once everyone filed into the top box.

"Where are you going?" The Minister called out, peeping his head out of the door frame

"We don't have seats for-"

"Nonsense!" The Minister snorted, "You're already here, might as well stay."

Percy shrugged, not arguing since the top box had the best view of the Stadium, and chose a seat in between the dark and light groups.

"I assume that you are apart of Poseidon's line, Mr. Olympas?" Lucius asked in his usual drawling tone after he saw Percy settle down in his chair, twirling the infamous Riptide around his fingers. When Percy nodded- not wanting to call Lucius "Mr. Malfoy", he was sick of formality already -Lucius fired off another question.

"Is that the Riptide?"

Percy was stunned. The Riptide was a well guarded secret of the Poseidon line (or, at least, Hecate said it was), so how did Lucius know?

Seeing Percy's flabbergasted look, Lucius nodded to himself, "May I?"

Percy handed Lucius the Riptide, just watching as Lucius put up a privacy ward around them and uncapped the pen, making the sword appear in it's true form. Lucius studied the sword in front of him in awe, noting the Greek inscripture at the hilt of the sword, seeing the way light reflected off of the bronze. Right as he was about to put his finger on the tip of the sword to test it's sharpness, Percy said, "I wouldn't do that, of I were you."

Lucius jerked his hand away as if he was burned, despite not even touching the sharp point.

Percy evaluated Lucius. He obviously knew about Riptide's existence, but he probably didn't know why it was so famous in the Poseidon line.

"Riptide is made out of celestial bronze, a type of metal that makes wounds heal ten times slower, no matter what type of magic you use. A small cut will drain you of all your strength, and the wound always leaves a nasty scar. Sometimes, if cut deep enough, the wound never heals, and the person cut will live the rest of their life taking blood replenishing potions and antibiotics."

Lucius felt a shiver go down his spine at Percy's words. Thank Merlin he hadn't cut himself.

"As for the actual blade, it's the most balanced blade you will ever hold, and it remains razor sharp no matter what."

Lucius nodded, passing the sword and pen cap back to Percy. Percy thought that this was odd. He knew how to activate the blade, he knew it's name, but that must have been it. Percy wondered if Lucius knew of the Riptide because he or an ancestor of his saw someone activate the blade.

Seeing Percy's questioning look, he started to explain. "In the war against Grindlewald, the Poseidon line remained neutral while the Zeus line joined him, wanting to gain control over the Olympian bloodline as their ancestor had done. This brought the Poseidon line and the Hades line out of neutrality, and they joined the light to fight against the Zeus line. My father, Abraxas Malfoy, said he saw a literal killing machine on the battle field, holding a bronze sword that brought enemies down with one slash. I researched deeper, talking to the Poseidon sidelines, and figured out the name of the weapon, Riptide, and who holds it. In Poseidon's main line, the Riptide is pasted from heir to heir, always staying with the person with lordship over the Poseidon line. A lot of your cousins are jealous of the treasure you posses, Mr. Olympas. Guard it well."

Percy was, for once, completely speechless. He knew Hecate had to exclude a lot of information, but that was truely a history lesson. Lucius let down the privacy ward and looked down at the Stadium as the game started with the Irish team.