Percy watched the girl with great curiosity. It was the only thing besides oddly staring at the rest of the group, that kept him from seeing the ghostly illusions of his favorite cousin and the healer.

'She must be a child of Aphrodite. Aphrodite was the last person to see me before I blacked out in the throne room. Something bad must have happened to me, and what's this about falling in love to regain my voice?' He wondered. He picked at the food on his plate, his head resting on his fist.

"If you're going to be all mopey, leave the table." The boy that spoke earlier, the one that seemed to look remarkably like himself, spat. Percy cast his gaze down in guilt. He wasn't guilty of anything, but for some reason the other boy didn't like him and things weren't really going great for him at the moment, so he remained to himself.

"Stop it Harry. He can't talk and he is hurting. Only you would seem selfish enough to say something like that." The brunet haired girl said. Harry stormed off, with the brunet girl and a red headed boy following hot on his heals.

"My apologies for Harry dear. I'm not sure what's gotten into him at the moment." The red headed woman who made such a fuss, Mrs. Weasley they said, smiled sadly at Percy. He just waved her off.

The rest of the meal was quiet. After that, Mrs. Weasley showed Percy to where he'd be sleeping.

"You best get some sleep dear. You have a lot of bruising and we have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow for school supplies. I suppose we'll see what Professor McGonagall has to say about admitting a fourth year who's never been sorted. Go on then."

With that, Percy was left alone in the room. The first thing that he did was sit down on the bed, draw his knees up to his chest and hug himself as tightly as he could without hurting himself. Everyone in the house had an accent, including the daughter if Aphrodite. He would sorely stick out if he had his voice.

As Percy sat in the silence alone, the illusions of Nico and Will reappeared in front of him. He waited for them to say something, anything to hint why they were haunting him like they were. They didn't say anything. Perhaps this was a side effect of being dead than being alive. He was stuck seeing the ghosts of the people he was believed to have murdered. Percy was a lot of things, annoying, idiotic, cunning, but definitely not a murderer.

A soft knock on his door forced him to look away from the ghosts and get up to open the door. The raven haired girl from before was standing there with a change of clothes. Percy quickly glanced back to where Nico and Will were standing, but they were gone. He turned his attention back to the girl.

"Here. Hermione convinced Harry to give you an extra pair of pajamas. She thought they would be better than patched handmedowns." She said. As he took them, he wondered if she was the girl he was supposed to fall in love with. She seemed nice enough, but he couldn't even think about falling in love with another girl.

Percy offered her a smile as a thank you. She didn't leave. In fact, she lingered almost awkwardly in the hallway like she was internally debating whether or not to ask him a question.

"May I come in?" She asked eventually. Percy nodded and stepped back so she could enter. They both sat on the edge of the bed. "I suppose we have quite a bit to talk about."