Do give warm and cool feedback, I'd love to know where to go with this and what people like (HOWEVER! BE WARNED. I will not be doing any gushy-as in couples and kissy wissy-crap, thank you very much, so don't even). Though I grew up with Hogwarts longer than Camp Halfblood, I read the Percy Jackson books more recently, so please forgive me if I portray Harry and/or so on incorrectly. Also, keep in mind that the following characters are being portrayed through my interpretation and understanding of them. I might stress someone's personality a little more or less as I see fit. I own no rights to characters, places, referances and/or so on. Enjoy.

Percy POV:

I look out over the sea, a slight wind rippling the surface. The water looks so peaceful, and welcoming. I step into the small waves, hoping for a taste. As always, the sea doesn't fail. I feel… More calm.

I don't know if I can do this. It almost hurts how much Annabeth can, but then again, she does have her facts, and her books. You may be wondering what sort of facts I'm talking about. Or books. Or what the heck I'm even saying at all. Well, my little grasshopper, allow me to explain.

Annabeth has begun school in the far, far, far away land we all know as Camp Jupiter. I'm Percy Jackson. You know me. I don't do so well in school, and you know what? I'm cool with that. Except I won't be with her, and she's excited to be at school-in other words-far, far away. We Iris message alot, though. Even not to talk, just to, you know, be with one another. Wise girl will be okay, though. She'll be learning and knowing we will always be together, so she's good with it.

Being a dumb guy with dumb luck who is in love with an UN-dumb person, I was honest with Piper when she asked how I was doing. I still don't know if there was any charmspeak in her voice, but whatever, what's done is done. She told Chiron what was up, asking if he could let me teach swordsmanship to new campers or something… I'm actually not to sure, I stopped listening after Chiron said,

"I need you to do something. Not for me, but for yourself. Now don't be mad, this is not a quest, but…"

Later he had to re-explain the important stuff, which is basically this: I am going to England to teach sword stuff to magic people at a magical school named after warty hogs. Warthog? Yeah, at this school called Warthog. Not to be judgy or anything, but woah! I couldn't stop myself from snorting when Chiron told me.

I guess I do need this. I will need some sort of distraction. But me, a teacher? A professor? I don't know. Maybe a friendly camp dude who let's you know if your flys undone would work. Hey, don't worry, I'm actually almost excited. But gods, I miss Annabeth.

After taking a taxi to the airport, I had a really hard time finding where everything was. Man, I love being Dyslexic. I swear, it makes you feel so smart when you have to ask a nearby kid with ice cream smeared on his face,

"Hey, you know what that sign says?"

Eventually I was finally waiting at the gate, trying not to think about what the next hours of joy would be like. Chiron was saying that he sent a message to Zues, so I most likely will not die from a plane crash today. I better not. Even if my buddy Chiron didn't talk to him, I'm sure he wouldn't send the airplane and everything on it into the Underworld.

My reasoning? Well, the big papa fish upstairs would be pissed-as well as tons of other people/gods. Also, I didn't do anything to him recently. That I know of. And I'm friends with his new favorite son, so there you go. You know who else would be mad? Me. I don't care, I would fight my way up to Olympus and kick his electric butt with my ghost self.

Naturally, 20 minutes later I was grabbing onto an airplane seat silently telling the god of the sky how great he is and promising to polish his Lightning Bolt or whatever for a month.

But I have good news: I'm alive!

After a terrible and terrifying day I made it to London in one piece. Now I'm trying to find the person who was supposed to meet me here. I think his name is Allen Weasle. He should have orange hair, and a sign…

My search is difficult. There are a lot of people walking around, and their voices are distracting. Seriously, these accents are so strong I can't even understand what they're saying!

I try to focus on the people standing still, and instantly spot a group of people about twenty feet away, all holding signs. As I walk closer, I see Allen. I glance at his sign, and see the name starts with a 'P'. I go for it.

"Allen?"

He looks at me, grinning.

"Hello there! Are you Perseus Jackson?"

It takes me a moment to realize what he says, then I nod.

"Yeah, Percy."

"Fantastic! I'm Author-by the way-Arthur Weasley."

Smiling awkwardly I offer my hand, while he shakes it vigorously with both of his, and still manages to hold the sign.

"Oh! Sorry. It's nice to meet you, Arthur."

He explains to me how I'm going to stay with him and his family, and how excited he and his wife are to have me stay with him. His kids are about my age, and I'm probably going to teach them. That won't be awkward, what if I walk into one of their bedrooms later and see their underwear? I blink, and try to get the image from my head.

"Anyhow, I have a son named Percy, you know! He works for the Ministry."

"The Ministry. Wow! That sounds so… Fun."

"Fun is an interesting way to put it, indeed! Yes, now come along, Molly should have something ready by the time we get back. Are you hungry?"

After doing that weird.. transportation… thing in an abandoned alley, we appeared in Arthurs yard. I felt a little funny, and it took me a minute to see straight.

I stare at their home, wondering how the heck it's even standing. It's actually really pretty, in a weird way. There's totally a homey feeling, almost a feeling you might have back at Camp. I already love it. Is the rest of the Wizard world this friendly?

Arthur pulls me inside, where I continue to smile and stare at everything like a weirdo. There's movement everywhere, an owl just chilling on the table, a scarf knitting itself, dishes stacking on shelves… A plump woman appears, and a smile almost explodes off of her face.

"Mr. Jackson! Oh, how delightful! Come, let us have a hug."

She instantly reminds me of my mom.

We hug for a few seconds as she sways and chitters at me in her strong accents. Then she pulls away and she asks if I'm hungry.

"Yes, ma'am!"

I'm totally starving. I didn't eat anything on the plane, but I don't want to tell her that. She smiles, and runs off. I turn around to tell Arthur his wife is awesome, but he's gone. The owl is really small, and shrieks at me. I resist the urge to scream back. But I do stick out my tongue. If Annabeth were here she would laugh. Then maybe tell me I should go sit on the table and hang out with my new friend.

Molly calls for me, and I join her at a table. There's a plate covered with lots of hot food, and as I sit she asks about everything. When I say everything, I mean everything. My parents, being a demigod, favorite food and so on. I juggle the task of eating while answering her with the shortest responses possible. There are huge dark spots around her eyes, and I wonder when the last time she's slept has been. She surprises me with the next question,

"Now dear, when is the last time you slept?"

"Uh. Last night?"

"Of course! Pardon me for my intrusion, but you do look exhausted."

"I could say the same about you."

We smile at eachother, and she excuses herself. The scarf finishes in the corner, and folds itself neatly. The dishes stop dancing, and I have no idea where the small owl went. I stare at the blue mashed potatoes on my plate and think about my mom. I'll Iris message her and Annabeth tonight. I finish the potatoes, and wonder how Molly knew about my thing with blue food. How much did Chiron tell them about me? I guess I should just call him up, too.