Ello! Innoverse here. Just a short one-shot I wrote a while ago, so I decided to post it. :) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy.

- Meeting Percy: Grover's POV -

I shuffled around the halls nervously, sniffing around for anything suspicious. It was the first day of the school year, and Chiron had re-assigned me to a new school as a sixth grader. Trust me, I still acted like one.

Anyways, the school was called Yancy Academy, and it was a nicer private school in upstate New York. I was a satyr—a keeper, looking for demigods so that I could safely bring them to Camp Half-Blood. This was my second assignment... my first one, well, it hadn't gone very well. I tried not to think about that.

I sniffed again, and this time I thought I could smell a bit of half-blood scent, coming from behind me. I turned a sniffed again, this time the smell almost overpowering me. This definitely wasn't a normal half-blood.

I scanned around the hallway, my eyes falling over all of the kids rushing past me. My eyes stopped on a boy who had just gotten shoved into a wall by one of the older kids, making his books and papers slip from his hands and get strewn all over the hallway. I inhaled again. The smell was coming directly from his area. Could it be...?

I trotted over (since I have hooves, and all) and picked up his math book from across the hallway. He was on his hands and knees, trying to pick everything up, but people kept stepping on his books. I made my way over to him, snatching papers up off the ground as I went. I reached down and helped him stand. His aura was almost overpowering. He was definitely a demigod.

He had messy jet black hair that fell into his face when he moved, and intense, sea green eyes. He looked about twelve—the regular age of a sixth grader—and his clothes weren't nearly as nice as most of the other kids I'd seen around here. He was probably poor.

I handed him the rest of his stuff, and he took it gratefully.

"Thanks," he mumbled, and started to make his way down the hallway.

"Wait!" I called after him, trying to catch up. He didn't stop walking. I broke into a run, and grabbed his shoulder to stop him. He jumped, startled by my touch.

"What's your name?" I asked him. "I'm Grover Underwood." I held out my hand.

He didn't shake it. "Percy Jackson," he said, before turning to leave again.

"Is that short for something?" I asked, trying to keep him from leaving. I needed to establish some kind of connection.

Apparently, that was a touchy spot, because he frowned. "Perseus," he said.

"That's cool," I said. Perseus? Ironic name choice...

"Why are you asking?" he asked.

"Just curious," I said. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, but he didn't try to leave again. Good, good. "What room are you?"

He squinted at a schedule in his hand—that now had a huge sneaker tread right in the middle of it. "Room B27."

I grinned. "Hey, you're my roommate."

"Really?" he asked, a bit surprised.

"Come on," I said, gripping his shoulder. "I'll show you." I started dragging him down the hallway before he could protest, still grinning.

Cheesy ending, but hey, whatever. Hope you liked!