Percy Jackson-

We stared at each other, completely immobile.  We glared at each other, determined not to lose.   It was like a mafia stare-down or something.

"Hades Underpants!" Thalia swore when she blinked. "Kelp Head!"

"Pinecone Face," I smirked.

"Coral Skull!"

"Tiara Girl."

"Fish Breath!"

"—that was actually a good one," I said grudgingly.  I didn't actually have fish breath—Annabeth would never kiss me if I did, but, regardless, I don't recall her using that name before. 

"One tries," Thalia smirked.

"One point Thalia, zzeeerrrooo for Percy!" Nico said in an announcer voice.

"But I won the staring contest!" I whined.  It may not seem like a big deal, but the three of us made a deal.  Whoever, by the end of the Hoggy Warty school year, if I don't get thrown out, that is, whoever has the most points—Nico promised to keep score—will get to give the other orders that they have to follow.

Nico considered this.  "Fine." He mock sighed.  "One point for the Princess of the Heavens," he gave her mock now and she smirked.  "Annnnndddddd one point for...the one, the only...Seaweed Brain!"

I smirked lazily.  That's better.

Ginny snorted. "So are you lot ready for tomorrow?"

Slowly all of us turned to face her. We stared at her with bewildered expressions.

"What?" She raised a brow.

"Bolt Brain!" I said out of nowhere.  When everyone turned to me, more than a little bit confused, I shrugged bashfully.  "Sorry. I was thinking of some more nicknames for Thals."

"Bolt Brain!" Nico laughed.  He wiped away a tear.  "Brilliant!"

"Or Thunder Head," I offered eagerly.  "Static Skull?"  I suggested when Thalia turned red with anger.  "Oh, no!" I shrieked in a fake whiny voice.  "The Tree Huger is after me!"

"That's it," Thalia growled, cracking her knuckles.  "You dead meat, Fish Boy."

"Dead fish meat, you mean," I said innocently.

"Priceless!  Ginny, can you write these down for me?" Nico asked.

Ginny rolled her eyes.  "Thalia," she said before Thalia could pummel me.  "As I was saying," she gave me a pointed look.  "We are going to Hogwarts tomorrow."

At that the tree of us burst out laughing.

"What?" Asked Ginny.

"Pig—Pimples!" I burst out, and Nico and Thalia were rolling all over the floor, laughing their little demigod hearts out.

Ginny stifled a laugh.  "Good god, sorry, gods, you guys are ridiculous."

"That's why you are friends with us, darlin'," I said with British accent, and Neekster and Thals couldn't stop laughing.  Ginny laughed, too.

"True," she admitted.  "But maybe you shouldn't be here."  We gave her confused looks.  "You've been infected!" She said with mock horror.  "You are turning British, Perce."

"Holy Hera," I grumbled.  Then I put my hands on my heart, looked sadly at Thalia, and said dramatically; "Tell Annabeth I love her."

"Oh, shut up.  If you die, Annie would never forgive me." Thalia rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Percy, are you sure you aren't a Zeus' kid?" Nico said with a smirk.  "You have his dramatics down pat."

I looked at him seriously. "No, Zombie Dude. No. Just...no."  Now that is pushing it.  I'm actually rather insulted.   ...good thing Thalia can't read minds...

"Well, you certainly act like one." Nico said, a smile playing on his lips.

"If that supposed to be offensive?" Thalia furrowed her brows.

"Hey!" I protested.

"Hey is for horses...but then again, it's actually rather fitting." Thalia said with a sly grin.  Ginny burst out laughing, and Nico fell on the floor, clutching his stomach.

I did the mature thing. I stuck my tongue at her.

The three of them laughed at my expense.

So I decided to divert the topic. "You guys want to see what the so called 'Golden Trio' are doing?"

"So you want to spy and eavesdrop on them?" Thalia clarified. "I like the way you think."

"Yes!" Nico cheered. "When they offend you or us somehow—and I'm sure they will, you will go badass Percy on them!"

"Actually, it's going Nico on them," I corrected him with a sky smirk. Nico's head dropped, and we all laughed except for him.

"Take my hands, guys." I said.

"Why?" Ginny asked.

"Because we are going to—"

"Mist Travel." Thalia clarified. "You can travel pretty much anywhere as Water Vapor."

Ginny looked a little hesitant, but complied.

And then we were gone. We were in Harry and Ron's room, and Hermione was there. They would see or hear us, because we were in the shadows. Curtsy of Nico di Angelo.

"–evil." Harry was saying. "Definitely. He's up to something, that little Death Eater," Harry snarled. "I hate that bloody bastard. Grandson of Voldemort—what a jerk. If it was up to me, he'd be in Azkaban for the rest of his miserable life."

"Now, Harry-poo," I said pouting, stepping out of the shadows, faking hurt.  Thalia, Nico, and Ginny were still in the safety of the shadows, curtsy of Mr. Ghost King, and they were snickering.  "That hurt my feelings.  You don't want to hurt my feeling, do you now?"  I could imagine that my green eyes were looking pretty cold and menacing right then.  I'm pretty proud of myself.  I sort of wish Leo, Jason, Hazel, Frank, Piper, and my Wise Girl could see this.  Well...actually, I don't.  They'd probably make fun of me.  And then they'd end up going to Hoggy-Something or Other with me, and then I'd actually have to study.  Besides, it is enough of a struggle to eat my mom's amazing blue cookies when Nico and Thalia are in my home.  I will have to fight a bloody battle to keep them from eating my beloved cookies when my mom sends me some at HoggyWarty.  Which she undoubtably will.  It would be harder if the whole gang was there.  My cookies.  Cookies are life.  Blue cookies are the most amazing things to grace the Earth—besides Annabeth, of course. 

"H-how did you—?"  Harry began, his eyes wide.  And that's when I flipped him.

That's right.  I did an Annabeth from New Rome.  I judo flipped him, and put my knee firmly on his chest so he could move. 

"Listen to me, you little shit," I snarled.  I don't normally curse with mortal curses, but I wanted him To get the point.  If I called him a gorgon, or a son of a hydra, or told him to eat my pants in Latin—but I highly doubt he would understand that I'm insulting him, so I kept it basic.

He gulps, and Hermione and Ron back away wide-eyed.

"Bloody hell," Ron muttered.

"Get off of him," Hermione demanded, her gaze firmly avoiding my face for some reason.

"I really don't think I will." I sneered. "See, Harry was just being rather rude, if you recall those mere moments ago when he called me one of those horribly named henchmen—and let me tell you something, I don't hench! Not for anyone. Especially with my stupid noseless grandpa! I've never even met the guy, idiot," I glared at Harry with such force, I'm surprised his face didn't melt.

"I...I'm sorry." Harry chocked out. He was totally insincere, and I didn't believe him one bit. But I think I've made a good enough show for now.

I released him, and started towards the door. "And Harry," I said, feeling them freeze. "Save my cousins and I a seat on the train, eh?"

When I closed the door, the laughing started.

"Priceless," Nico gasped. "They were terrified of you!"

I just smirked and shrugged. But the truth was, despite being Voldy-Moldy's grandson, Harry has no good reason to hate me. He attacked first, and I only retaliated ever time. But I was starting to get sick of his loud mouth and his 'mightier than thou' attitude. Now that guy was a pompous son of a gorgon if I've ever seen one.

I decided right then, that I've had enough. I'm firmly against Noseless Gramps. I will totally help finish him. But that doesn't mean I'll make things easy for Harry. He's got his hands full.

See, I'll teach him a lesson. Nothing life-threatening. But he'll learn. You don't mess with demigods. And you never mess with the son of Poseidon.