The above is a picture of Thor/Destruction.
Percy's POV

Taking a deep breath, I suddenly shoot upright, before losing my balance and toppling over off of the couch, muttering curses to myself in Ancient Greek. Hearing someone clearing their throat, I flop over, before sitting up more slowly this time.

"Are you okay?" asks a red headed guy who looks to be about twenty-five, "We heard a shout and then a crash."

"Yeah," a red headed girl cut in, dang there are a lot of red heads, "a yell that sounded a lot like pie."

"Oh, um well you see I might have smelled pie which caused be to shoot upwards which then made me lose my balance, which made me fall and so long story short pie caused me to fall face first on the ground."

"All of that because you smelled the pie..."

"Uhm, Yes? Maybe? Kinda?"

"Well then let's get you a slice," a nice red headed lady said, "And then you can tell us about yourself. I'm Molly by the way."

As we sat down at the table, they started making introductions, starting at my right with Molly Weasley and ending at my left with Charlie Weasley. When a scrawny black haired kid said that his name was Harry Potter everyone seemed to hold their breath, but I just hummed and then took another bite of the delicious blueberry pie. I know right! It's BLUE PIE!

Finishing my pie, I thank Molly before going to introduce myself. "Well, my name is Persephone Jackson, but you can call me Percy." glancing at an elderly lady I continue, "I believe that I was supposed to find you, I was told to look for a Minerva McGonnagall."

"Oh! You are Ms. Jackson! I didn't realize how young you would be!" responds who I believe is McGonnagall.

"How do ya know the girl Minerva?" asks a man who looks to be part giant he is so large.

"Well, Hagrid, she is to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for the year.  This was actually the last thing that Dumbledore had set up as headmaster of Hogwarts. She was suggested for the position by an old friend of his."

"Wait she is going to be our DADA teacher! She can't be much older than us!" the youngest red headed boy, Ron I think, shouts.

"I'm nineteen, not five." I mumble to myself, apparently not quiet enough as Charlie, the guy next to me has to cough to keep from laughing.

"She probably couldn't even hurt a fly! And how do we know that she isn't a Death Eater?" he finishes off.

"Well," I begin, "to start you look about as dangerous as a baby Gronckle dragon to me" at this I received a high five from Charlie, "and if you wanted me to prove I can be trusted you could have just asked."

"Oh my gosh, you know dragons?" Charlie asks, practically jumping in his seat.

"Of course, they're fascinating! One of my friends has a night fury named Toothless and another one of my friends, Merlin, has a dragon named Kilgharrah and another named Aithusa!"

"Oh my gosh you've met the Great Dragon! I am so jealous right now that's amazing!"

Butting in, Ron says, "Hey Charlie, you can have your fascinating conversation about dragons later. I believe that she was going to show us why exactly we should trust her."

(A/N: 574 words)