Two things before I get to the story

#1

I never really understood why authors made such a big deal about getting over a thousand views on their story and use a whole chapter expressing their gratitude and stuff like that. Now that I have 1.1k views...

I still don't understand.

But I'll thank you anyway for being supportive and stuff. I know I'm nowhere close to being the best author. Thanks for being awesome.

#2

So I've been tagged by Demigodsrthebest. Twice. I don't really know if I'm just supposed to do the same questions, but you know, YOLO unless you're a monster or Leo. But I'm not. So yeah. Questions.

1) Nickname?

I don't really have a nickname. But my best friends call me Pokécat. Like Pokemon and then Cat. Or just Cat. It's kinda weird.

2) Hair Color?

Kinda dark brownish

3) Eye Color?

Dark Bluish. Sorry, I'm bad at colors.

4) Fun Fact About You?

I'm practically addicted to Pokemon. I've watched all the seasons and stuff, plus collect trading cards and play the game. Also, I read. A lot. When all my friends stare at the teacher like, "What's a book?", I pick up the one or two several hundred page each book(s) I carry around and stare back, "This is a book."

5) Favorite Color?

Blues and Greens. Maybe red if I feel like it.

6) Favorite Place?

Barnes & Noble. Definitely.

7) Favorite Celebrity?

None.

8) Favorite Animal?

Panda.

9) Favorite Song?

Call me weird, but the Pokemon theme songs. All of them. They're actually very inspiring and catchy.

10) Favorite Book?

No comment. I will not try to pick a favorite because my head will explode.

I don't really know what I'm supposed to do now. I think I'll tag a couple people or something so maybe some of my loyal readers.

AngelsWingsRocks

ashleighstar20

Other Questions

1. Who is your favorite musician?

Don't know

2. Favorite Marvel/DC character?

Iron Man all the way

3. Where do you dream of traveling to?

Greece.

4. Who are your Youtube baes?

I don't know what that is

5. Who are your musician baes?

Still don't know

6. Favorite movies?

Harry Potter 1-6 and Captain America : Civil War

7. Who is your favorite person in the whole world?

My three best friends. I will not tell you their names, though.

8. Who is your favorite video game character?

Pikachu or Lucario or Charizard. Notice that they're all Pokemon.

9. Are you a cinnamon bun or a sinnamon bun?

What does that even mean?

10. Okatu or Weeabu?

No clue.

11. Favorite Disney movie?

I'm watching Finding Dory next week, but the Little Mermaid, just because.

12. Harley Quinn or Joker?

Joker.

13. How's life?

My teacher literally popped two tests in the last two weeks of school and a quiz on the last day of school. You tell me how life is.

I'm tagging the same people as before. Yay.

Just note that I only tagged people with stories and I didn't take the time to look through all of my reader's profiles. So yeah.

To the story because I didn't particularly like writing these boring Author's Notes.

Percy's POV

Honestly, I wasn't really enjoying this. So I was just free-falling off the Astrology Tower or something. It wasn't that different from falling off the St. Louis Arch or the cliff to Tartarus, but it was pretty unsettling. Considering both of those times I was in a life or death situation. Yay, lucky me.

Suddenly a voice appeared in my head. Your watch, it whispered, it has two buttons now. One for your shield and one for your new broomstick. Press it.

At this point, I was sitting cross-legged in the sky while the wind whistled upward from below me. I looked at my watch. Sure enough, there was the original button and a slightly larger button in the shape of a pegasus. My watch is magical. Everyone wishes they had my watch because it's too cool.

I pressed the button, appearing on my broom, and finally figured out how to use it without killing myself. I waved at Hermione, who was standing pale-faced over the edge.

I floated back up the Astronomy Tower, grinning. "Did you miss me?" I asked.

Hermione's face quickly clouded with rage, "You stupid boy! You're lucky you survived! Where'd you get your broom?" She quickly cucumbered to her curiosity. Wait. Scratch that. Succumbed. Sorry. I was learning all of my SAT words so I could pass high school. Still working on it.

I held up my watch, "Turns into my broom. Just figured it out."

The second bell rang, and we both rushed to History of Magic. I think. Pretty sure that's next. Hermione pulled me into the classroom quietly, and we sat down without the teacher noticing. Only every single student present saw us. That's pretty stealthy.

Give me a second to see what's different about this teacher. I think it's right under my nose. Um... Oh yeah. He's a ghost. Personally, the Lares at Camp Jupiter are cooler, but for a wizard, he's alright.

Harry raised his hand snobbily, "Professor Binns?" The teacher, apparently Mr. Bin, just continued rambling on with his lesson. Something about the some Flannel dude. I think there's something up with these wizard names. They're straight up strange. Sprout. Bin. Flannel. Dumbledore. Voldemort. That's only a couple! The ones at Camp are normal, at least. Jackson. Chase. Grace. Mason. Rodriguez. Speaking of Rodriguez, go Yankees! ADHD, sorry. I turned back to the lesson.

Harry was still trying to get the teacher's attention. Finally, he got up and shouted, "Professor!"

The ghost still ignored him, saying, "Nicholas Flamel was a great wizard, helping our own headmaster, Dumbledore, create the Sorceror's Stone, which Mr. Potter destroyed in his first year."

Harry beamed proudly at the class until Bin said, "Shame on you, Mr. Potter, destroying a priceless artifact like that." The class laughed at Harry, shocked.

I guess this was the boring teacher. Every school had one. But at least they weren't monsters like in my schools. I think there's something wrong with the way my schools pick their teachers. Like, hm, are you a monster? If you checked yes, you can be hired! Centaur? Teach Greek Mythology. Fury? Maybe some Algebra. Empousai? Take your friends and be a cheerleader! Yeah. My ADHD's going crazy. This is so boring.

I started to nod off, but Hermione jabbed me sharply with her quill. Seeing as it was a feather, I fell asleep anyway. This is why you need pencils, people. My head hit the table, and I finally had a good dream.

I'm not even kidding this time.

*Dream*

I was sitting on the beach with Annabeth, a picnic basket between us. "Happy Birthday, Seaweed Brain. Open the box." I opened it and I saw a plate.

I looked at her, "I'm sorry, is this a gag gift or something?" Annabeth smiled her amazing smile and tapped the plate three times.

It was a dream come true. Blue cookies spilled from it endlessly, drowning me in a sea of deliciousness. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my side. I looked down, a piece of wood embedded in my gut. I wasn't dying, but I still tried to shove the cookies in my mouth like I was. Before the first one could touch my mouth, the dream dissolved.

*End of Dream*

I woke up, Hermione's finger prodding me awake. I whined at her, wiping the drool off my chin, "'Mione! I was dreaming about blue cookies!"

She continued to poke me, saying, "Get up, Percy! You don't want to be late to McGonagall's class, do you?"

I got up like she asked, sluggishly moving my feet like a toddler having a fit. For your information, I was having a fit. It was very well deserved because I didn't get to eat any cookies.

I trudged into the classroom and sat beside Luna, who was already there and staring at a cat on the desk. Hm, I didn't think McGonagall would be a cat person. Dogs are cooler. Especially hellhounds. Speaking of which, I wonder how Mrs. O'Leary was doing. Probably peeing on everything. In that case, she's doing fine.

Suddenly, the cat grew like plants when the Demeter kids visited them. McGonagall was standing in its place. On the other hand, she was literally a cat person. ADHD. I'm still working off the boredom of History of Magic. It's like social studies. Why do we need to learn about dead people? There are plenty of perfectly alive people we could be learning about.

We had Transfiguration with the Slytherins today. The school's trying out this new thing where they rotate the schedules every day or something like that. I don't really pay attention to any of it.

Professor McGonagall paced back and forth in front of us. "Today," she said, "We will be changing inanimate objects into living creatures." Styx. I can't cheat today. Oh, well, you can't win them all.

Professor McGonagall told us to draw our wands, and I fumbled around for a bit before actually finding it and pulling it out. There was a brick in front of us and McGonagall wanted us to turn it into an organism. I didn't get to study for science yet! What the Hades is an organism?

I leaned over to Hermione, "What's an organism again?"

Hermione turned to me, ¨Any living thing, and living things are."

I put my hand over her mouth, "I only asked what an organism was. You're not my science teacher."

She smiled, "Sorry."

I turned to the brick, and looked at the ceiling, "Sorry, Jason. Bricky's gonna turn into something else."

Hermione raised her eyebrow, "What was that?"

I shook my head, "Nothing. My friend just has a thing for bricks."

Hermione nodded, "That's not weird. Not strange in the slightest."

I waved my wand, saying the spell quietly. The brick started to convulse like it was gonna barf or something. Hermione's was doing the same thing, so I just assumed I was doing the right thing. Her's quickly turned into a miniature hippo. Hippos are cool. Did you know they're technically river horses? It's amazing.

Mine took a little bit longer, but it eventually turned into an elephant. It looked like Hannibal, but it was blue. No offense to Hannibal, but my elephant was cooler. I raised my hand.

Professor McGonagall called on me and I tilted my head, "Can I keep this?"

She looked at me quizzically, but nodded anyway, "There's no problem with that. Most wizards keep a pet. But why would you want to keep an elephant?"

I shrugged, "Reasons." I whispered to Hermione, "It's a blue elephant. Why wouldn't I want to keep it."

McGonagall turned to the rest of the class, "Please refrain from producing dead organisms. Especially you, Mr. Potter."

Is it Pick on Potter day and nobody told me? Because I'll pick on him, too, if it is. Harry smiled a little, embarrassed, but apparently remembered I was there, because as soon as his eyes landed on me, he turned red and scowled instead.

I shrugged innocently, and proceeded to watch Harry turn his brick into a chair. And a rock. And a piece of wood. And a miniature sword. Cool, I guess, although McGonagall didn't seem to think so. She pointed at him.

"I said to make sure the animal isn't dead. Not to refrain from transforming it into an animal at all," she scolded, "You can learn from Perseus. After two days in a brand new wizarding school, he's already managed to turn himself into a pegasus nonverbally and create an elephant from a brick."

I looked down and scratched the back of my head, hoping that no one saw me. Except everybody certainly saw me.

Harry shrunk down in his seat, clearly embarrassed but then angry that he was. Was it because of me? I remembered that Hermione said that he used to be modest and brave. Did I make him a jerk? What did I ever do to him? I mean, I hear my granddaddy Voldemort was a jerk, but that just made Harry a better friend. Nah, it can't be my fault. I never did anything to the guy. I mean, I irritate plenty of immortals (Cough, Zeus, Cough) by just being alive, but then again, Harry's no immortal. Not gonna think about it anymore. Dropping the subject. Harry hurts my head.

I whispered to Hermione, "When's lunch?"

McGonagall looked up from whatever she was saying, "If you have something to say to Ms. Granger, Mr. Jackson, you can say it to the whole class."

Harry looked triumphant, but I just shrugged. "It's no big deal," I told her, "Just asking when lunch is 'cuz I'm starving."

McGonagall raised a gray eyebrow at me, "But Mr. Jackson, breakfast was merely three periods ago."

I leaned forward, "Yeah, but one of them I have to teach. It's exhausting." I slouched back into the chair.

Surprisingly, McGonagall smiled, "Then you know how the rest of the staff feels." She turned back to the board, "Lunch is next period, Mr. Jackson. I suggest you live long enough to eat it."

I beamed, "Gotcha."

McGonagall was a cool teacher. Definitely not Chiron cool, but still totally awesome.

Hermione whispered, "You've got guts, Percy. I'll give ya that much."

I grinned at her, "At Camp, I'm known best for my stupidity and recklessness."

She snickered, "Of course you are." I nodded, "Ask Rainbow Face if you don't believe me."

Hermione shrugged, "I wasn't doubting you. Just politely recognizing your stupidity." I made a face at her.

The rest of the period passed pretty quickly, unlike History of Magic, and I zoomed past Hermione to the lunch room, excited. Until I saw what they were serving.

I sat down, my mouth hanging agape. Harry walked in with Ron, smirking, "Is the banquet to awesome for your tiny brain to handle?" He took a piece of fish and shoved it into his mouth. I pressed my lips together and dug my fingernails into my thighs, scared that I'd accidentally pummel him for eating Simon the Salmon. That guy was cool. Now he was eaten by Potter.

Ginny sat down next to me, "What's wrong Percy? Not gonna shove your face with food this time?"

I meekly shook my head. Ginny finally lifted an eyebrow, "You're usually about to die of starvation by now. You know dinner's like, five periods away, right? I think you might actually die if you wait 'til then."

I shook my head again, saying, "Fish are friends, not food. I don't eat fish."

Ginny shrugged, "It's not only fish, Percy. There are other things, too."

She pointed along the table. I followed her finger, only to notice the plates of salad as well. I shivered, "I don't eat lettuce either." Lettuce is scarring. Two words. Circe's Island. I think you understand. If you don't, two more words. Guinea Pig. There's no way you still don't get it.

Ginny spread her hands out, "Well, I guess you'll just have to go without food." I was startled. Go without food? Even when we were in New York living a poor life, I never went a day without food. Not even when I was racing across the country on a quest. Then I realized something. My mom sent me a care package. That meant blue cookies for lunch.

I got up, "I've got some Percy food in my trunk in the dorm. I'll be back in time for next period. See ya." Ginny waved at me and continued to dig into her fish. I think I just barfed in my mouth.

I raced up to the portrait in front of the Gryffindor common room and said the password before darting up the steps to my dorm. I rummaged around for a bit before pulling out a box of cookies. I smiled, "My cookies."

I turned around to eat them in peace when I saw someone behind me that I'd never seen before. Someone who was dressed in all black and had a mask. Someone with a snake tattoo on their arm.

Someone who I was sure wasn't supposed to be there.