Disclaimer: My friend (imaagine4ever) does not own the Percy Jackson or the Harry Potter series...me on the other hand...JK (Maybe)
Hazel had no idea what she was doing in Scotland. One moment she'd been walking along in New Rome, after just learning how to control the Mist and dreading their expedition on the Argo II. The next? She was standing on a grassy hill with fog swirling before her and mountains looming above. She only guessed she was in Scotland. She'd seen a guy in a kilt in the distance, which was a pretty good indication. No doubt Hecate or Juno had sent her here. It didn't really matter. Both were goddess-sized pains in the tibus. So now, Hazel, a thirteen year-old demigod from New Orleans who'd spent the last 70 years in the Underworld, had been magically transported to Scotland and needed to find her way back to California so she could go on a quest to save the world. Gods of Olympus, that sounded weird. After all this was over, assuming she and her friends were still alive, she would just do something normal with Frank. Like bake cupcakes. She sighed and set about going to the nearest village so she could get a message back to camp. Yep, she thought bitterly, just another normal day in the life of Hazel Levesque.