Visiting Royalties

047

FORTY-SEVEN

SCENERY:: GREAT HALL

A SHIVER RAN THROUGH HIS BODY SOFTLY. He chittered his teeth as a blanket was wrapped along his shoulders. His lavender colored eyes looked up towards the crowd with a small smile.

"We're glad you're okay, Clovis," Annabeth softly whispered in a tight hug. They weren't extremely close but they had enough experience to be safe with each other. "It's okay, Percy knows how it feels. Just let it out, no one judges."

Clovis sobbed, letting out tears of life into her pale shoulder. Sweat pressed against his forehead as blood dripped down his shoulder. He really wasn't out of the dream state, not just yet. He still had to wait a few more days before the mist was out of his system.

The shoulder was changed, now it was broad and stiff. With a soft clothing over skin. "It's alright, sweet pea," the young, deep voice mumbled into his hair. The boy had a name, Perseus Jackson. The boy who survived, the hero. His tears slowed to a stop but he continued to sob, nothing keeping the sobs from escaping.

"Selena was there, and— and Charlie... He misses Leo, watches over him... I— It hurt so, so much, even if I couldn't feel my pain—" He cried. The son of Hypnos cried as he punched Percy's chest. It never moved. Just like when it never moved when Leo punched him the same way, or Annabeth, or Grover. His best friend Grover Underwood. The telepathic duo. "I HATE THEM, I HATE THEM, I HATE THEM. I hate everything so much."

"I know, harsh but true. The gods are real they may not have children, but they have issues. Just like us, so let them stick to our side," He sighed.

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SCENERY:: LIBRARY

HERMIONE HUFFED OUT A SIGH AT GINERVA WEASLEY. Her hand curled the fat book as her bottom settled on the cushion. The redhead beside her snorted happily and shook her head. Hermione rolled her eyes and frowned as Ron stuffed gram crackers into his mouth.

"Ron, please stop acting like an animal and get yourself together. We're in a war, a war! We have to be thinking strategically, like Annabeth," Hermione bitterly shouted. She hated how Draco's father was so selfish to begin another war, she absolutely hated how he survived Will Solace's arrow. A perfect shot to the heart never seemed to cause peace.

"Of course, 'moine, but what does that have to do with me eating?" Ron coughed out once the amount of food in his mouth was munched. "We got Prince Clovis back or whatever."

"Obviously, I just find it odd how Lucius survived. Even Annabeth is in a fix, which is surprising," she muttered softly. Her hand flipped open to the middle page and grinned, "So I'm going to find out. Get a better name to ourselves than fighters who are selfish or some rubbish."

Ginny nodded in agreement and reached for a cracker. She munched silently as the boy in glasses hugged her from behind.

"Bloody Hell, Harry, what's got you lookin like a dead man walkin?" Ron muttered heavily. His palm pressed against his chest as he shook his head. A yawn escaped Harry's lips causing him to cover his mouth quickly. He shared a sheepish expression and shrugged.

"Sorry, I was just coming to tell you that there's a meeting in a few minutes. Figured we'd get there now," He notified his close friends. His lips met the forehead of Ginerva Weasley softly. He pulled away quickly before grinning.