𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖'𝕤 𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕜 (A PJO and HP crossover)

Malfic Troubles, A Snapping Snape and new friends

Percy's P.O.V. (his words)- 

I did not want to be a part of the Malfoy-Buckbeak incident. Neither did I want to get bad Nordic news. Long story short- My life just got worse.

How did that happen?

Malfoy, the big idiot as he is, decided it would be nice to go and insult a proud and fierce creature like a hippogriff. What did he get as reward? His ass whooped.

Well, almost. 

He is lucky that a son of Poseidon goes to the same school as he goes. Very very lucky indeed. I will just give you a short version of a very very very long story.

Malfoy insults Buckbeak. Buckbeak kicks him hard on his shoulder. I go and stop Buckbeak. Malfoy is a prat claiming he died. Had he not been hurt, I would have already killed him at spot. 

"I am dying!!!" he shouted. Then he said a list of colorful words to the hippogriff getting me angry. He doesn't get to insult horses. Not even if the horse is a part bird. 

"You prat, you are not even close to dying! Shut the ha- hell up and get on your feet. You great big moron." 

I couldn't control myself. Don't blame me. And my British accent was really showing up. 

"I am getting that hippogriff dead. I swear! My father is going to-"

"Go all mad. Yeah I know. Now go to Madam Pomfrey before I get to kill you." 

Hagrid helped Malfoy to get to Madam Pomfrey. Hermione followed him too. The Slytherins had a string of more colorful words for Hagrid. The Gryffindor stood up for Hagrid, but they were shunned by the two followers, Crabbe and Goyle.

But it didn't work when this Jackson was here.

'PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCH.' the chorus rang out. Crabbe being the incredible fool he is charged right at me. I sidestepped, and he hit the wall. Goyle being more of a fool punched right at my nose. Instead of breaking my nose, his fist was caught by Buckbeak's mouth was right behind me. 

All in all, it was a scenario to remember. The Gryffindors kept laughing, while the Slytherins, turned away in shame as their two sloppy idiotic fighters fell to the ground- one rubbing his bleeding head, while the other trying to get his hand out of Buckbeak's mouth, who seemed to be having a nice time.

"Dude, that was awesome." (do they say 'dude' in brits?) 

"Cool." 

"They deserved it."

"Wow man. Wow."

"How did you do it?"

"Where did you learn that?" 

People started dog-piling me with those questions. That was what I hated the most. Too many questions. 

Apparently Snape had got news of two Slytherins getting their asses whooped and ran down to where we were.

"Mr. Johnson. For injuring two Slytherins, you are hereby put in detention and I am removing fifty points from - "

I smirked. 

Snape gurgled.

The class stared.

Snape threw out his early breakfast.

Let's say it was not a pleasant sight. 

Cause of that sudden vomiting was due to - uh - I may or may not have focused on the water particles inside his stomach to rise the food, and put him in his current condition.