Diclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson, Cocoa Puffs, Hogwarts Acceptance Letters, a car... What am I forgetting? Oh yeah, I don't own the Harry Potter books either.

"Hey, sis." I greet my annoying older sister as I come downstairs, sliding into my chair for breakfast.

"Good Morning, Wayne!" Larkspur smiled overly cheery as she buzzed around the kitchen, packing her lunch. We had a day off from school for parent-teacher confrences, but she was shadowing some High School today to try and see where she wants to go. Be in school when you don't have to? Not for me, but she's wierd that way.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked, looking around the table for bacon, eggs, or cereal, but seeing only the gleaming white tabletop.

She gave me another small smile as she zipped up her polka-dotted lunch bag, "Sorry, Wayne, you'll have to make your own. I already made and ate a hard boiled egg, and Dad's already left for work. Mom might be able to fix something, but you know she hates cooking."

"Oh, that's cool." I got up and walked over to the pantry, figuring some Cocoa Puffs might be just the, ah, energy boost I need to start my day. I grabbed my sugary savior and heard more activity from Larkspur before her laugh permeated the soundwaves.

"Very funny, but you know these come at age eleven, and I'm nearly fourteen."

I poked my head out, "What?"

She held up an odd envelope with a red waxy old fashioned seal, "You know what. But I certianly appreciate the thought."

I began making my way to get a bowl, "No, I don't know what. What's that?"

"No? Maybe Mom or Dad, then. Probably for you," she smiled, gathering her things and tossing the letter on the table, "You're eleven."

I turned to her, bowl in hand, indignent, "If you get to be nearly fourteen, I get to be nearly twelve."

"Ah, but I'm a month away, and you have three lunar cycles to go."

I groaned, "Seriously, Larkspur, that's wierd. Nobody talks like that."

She smirked, "Actually, if you read Percy Jackson, you'd know that Nobody-"

"I'm not reading Percy Jackson."

She paused on her way out the door to look back at me with a disproving expression, "You know, it is geared towards boys around your age. You just won't read because I like it."

"Percabeth! Percabeth! Percabeth!" I mimicked. Okay, maybe she didn't say it exactly like that, but who cares, really?

Larkspur pursed her lips, "Not everyone notices those things, but I'm a writer, and I have to say it's pretty obvious she'd become his main love interest based on how-"

"I don't need a lecture right now, but thanks anyway."

"Fine." she stepped outside, "My carpool's here, anyway. Bye! Je t'aime!"

"Ugh!" I protested verbally until she closed the door. If you think it's bad when your sister tells you she loves you, I dare you to let her do it in French. I swear, can you get any dorkier?

I sat down and began to pour out cereal, sliding the mysterious mail closer to me. It was unopened, which made me wonder how Larkspur knew what it was, and on the seal was a crest complete with a glittering 'H'. I slit the envelope opened and slipped the paper out. But the paper looked wierd, like it was fashioned in the 18th century complete with ink calligraphy. But that fell away from my mind when I saw what the first line read.

You are hereby accepted to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

R&R Adventure will soon insue! If you, like my sister, like Percy Jackson check out her stories. Her penname is "PLKBerry"