He Woke at Midnight
He woke at midnight. It wasn't an unusual occurence, it happened every day. It helped with his illusion of not being a morning person. However, there was another reason for it. He stood carefully, making sure his mother wouldn't hear- it had been years, but he still felt a little thrill every time he thought that- and slowly made his way to the dresser on the other side of the room, avoiding the magazines he knew Gabe had left on the floor.
He fumbled with the side of the dresser, searching for the spot that made his fingers tingle slightly- there! He pushed the spot and waited patiently for the treasure he had hidden within.
After all, it wouldn't do to walk around looking like someone had rubbed his hair with a balloon.
The small box appeared on the top of the dresser. He opened it gingerly, and pulled out the object inside. He pointed it towards his face, and looked in the mirror. Emerald green eyes and the most unruly black hair one could ever see attached to a person's head.
"Good night, Harry Potter," he whispered. "And good morning, Percy Jackson. Mutare faciem."
With that, his face began to change.
A/N: This is my first writing that I've been proud enough of(I'm not sure that makes grammatical sense. Eh, you know what I mean) to share, so if you don't like it, or it's stupid, sorry. Deal with it. I welcome constructive criticism and compliments, if you flame I will ignore you. You are simply not worth my time. Also, this turned out a lot shorter than I thought it would be. Pooh. Anyway, as I always say with my reviews,
Shazirath out.