Right!
Sorry it took me so long! But here is the update...
Thank you for so many reviews! It's by far my most successful story, even if it only has one chapter!
But no one mentioned the spoon Sirius threw to rid of the IM... I mean, a spoon. It was so random...
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Everyone was still whispering about the wedding the day after, even the teachers. They were gathered at breakfast, and once everyone was there, they all covered their eyes as a bright flash came from the ceiling.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" was heard from many different people. The wizards looked up, and saw nine people falling from the top of the Great Hall.
A girl with cocoa skin and cinnamon hair, and golden eyes was in blue jeans, black combat boots, a black Camisole, and a floral, springy half-shirt over the Cami. She scrambled to hold onto the Asian boy who looked rather like a linebacker with blue jeans, white tennis shoes, a purple t-shirt, and a nice leather jacket.
They were scooped up and held onto by a blonde boy with electric blue eyes and a scar above his lip in a purple Tee, jeans, black sneakers, who was holding a Native American girl to his side, who had kaleidoscope eyes, a pink half-shirt revealing her stomach, light-wash skinny jeans, black sandals, and choppily cut brown hair braided with an eagle feather.
A girl with the same blue eyes and spiky black hair, with a circlet held onto a Latino boy with elfish features, and she was wearing black skinny jeans, black knee-high boots, and a black tank top. The boy had grease-splattered jeans, orange sneakers, a red Tee, and a tool belt. He grabbed a boy in black jeans, a black shirt with a picture of a skull on it, a black aviator's jacket, black Chuck Taylors, and a skull ring.
Both groups of screamers tried to grab onto the last of them, and those two were hugging each other as if their life depended on it as they fell. The girl — everyone did a double take, she was Remus's bride. Only now her hair was braided over her shoulder, she was wearing slightly baggy dark-wash jeans, blue low-top Converse, a white Camisole, and a mostly figure-revealing but slightly baggy orange shirt. She was covered in cobwebs. She was tightly holding onto —
. . . . Remus Lupin. He was wearing dark-wash jeans and an orange shirt rather like the one . . . Persis? had. His ankle was in a makeshift cast made of plywood and bubble wrap. Remus was also covered in cobwebs, which the Marauders were surprised about, because the werewolf was deathly afraid of spiders. Both groups of flying people could not reach the couple; they fell fast to the floor of the Great Hall. Remus opened his eyes at the last moment and shouted a spell after grabbing his wand out of his back pocket. He and Persis (Lily refused to call her his wife) fell to the ground much softer than they would have.
The flying groups landed softly on the floor and immediately turned to face the married couple. Persis opened her eyes and screamed at what she wore. Lily snorted. The girl must be the daughter of a model or something, she thought. No one else would freak out about wearing something like that unless she was a rich snooty beotch.
But then Remus saw what he was wearing and gasped. "No...no...this isn't happening..." The Marauders did a double take (so did everyone in the hall) when they heard him speaking with an American accent. He looked around and made a strangled scream in his throat when he saw what Persis was wearing. Persis reacted differently and looked at his ankle. She gingerly touched the bubble-wrapped foot and Remus hissed in pain.
"It's even broken, like it was that time..." Persis trailed off.
"Let's not remind ourselves of it," Remus suggested.
The Native girl spoke up. "I think our clothing was my mom's doing . . . however unfortunately. Because I know I would never wear this of my own free will," she gestured to her half-shirt, "Remus and Persi have avoided wearing Camp shirts ever since . . . you know, Frank never wears leather jackets, and Thalia prefers to wear jackets over her tank tops. So our parents are definitely involved in . . . This," she gestured to the Great Hall filled with people. "That, and the Lupins are supposed to be on their honeymoon."
At the Native's gesture at the Hall, Remus made a strangled gasp and shot up from the floor, momentarily unbalanced by his ankle but then putting his weight on his other foot. Persis also shot up and wrapped her arms around Remus' waist so he wouldn't fall back down. She asked what was wrong, and he whispered back,
"This is my school."
"What?" Persis said sharply. "How could we be in England?"
"You really are a Seaweed Brain," Remus said bemusedly, looking at her with laughter in his eyes. "You forgot who our parents are."
"Oh, yeah..."
Then James Prongs Potter interrupted from the Gryffindor table, "Will someone please explain what the bloody hell is going on?"
In response, an oaken box sealed with a key lock landed on the floor in front of Persi. It was a rather large box, the people in the hall noted. About the size of one shelf on a bookshelf.
The Hispanic quirked an eyebrow. "Well, how are we supposed to open the frickin thing if we don't have a key? Any ideas, Plan Guy?"
Remus crossed his arms and glared. "No, Supreme Commander Leo, because I actually don't know everything in the world."
The punk girl gasped. "You don't?" She turned to the rest of the hall, ignoring the fact they were strangers. "NO! NO! THE WORLD IS ENDING! SOMEONE HELP US!"
That's when Remus — . . . pulled out a dagger?!
Punk Girl wisely shut up.
"Actually, Leo," pondered Persis, "I think I do know how to open it." Persis reached up to her neck and pulled out a necklace charm from where she was hiding it beneath her shirt. It was no charm - it was a golden key... with no teeth. It was just a rod with a handle.
The African American girl shifted on her feet. "Um, Persi, that's not a key."
"Yes, Hazel, it is." Persis held the end up to the lock on the box, and teeth magically grew. Persis turned the key and it came open. She took the lock off and swung open the box.
". . . . Books."
"Not just any books," Remus said. "Look at the titles."
Remus pulled a book out that had a greenish cover, a girl holding a sword and some kind of animal horn in front of the New York skyline. (Yes, it's the American cover. Because I'm American. And I'm too lazy to Google the other covers.) He held it out in front of him and announced: "Persi Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief." He reached in and took out four more. "Persi Jackson and the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters. Persi Jackson and the Olympians: The Titan's Curse. The Battle of the Labyrinth, and The Last Olympian. These are books about you, Hercula.(1)"
The Asian's face grew confused. "So what are these five?" He pulled them out and read,
"The Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero. The Heroes of Olympus: The Daughter of Neptune. The Mark of Athena, The House of Hades, and The Blood of Olympus."
The blonde boy closed his eyes and pinched his nose. "And what are we expected to do with these books?"
In response, a note appeared and floated down to land gently on his head.
Hazel took the note off his head and read:
"You are expected to read them aloud. These are the tales of Persis, Remus, and the rest of the Seven written down. The Seven and their cousins will introduce themselves, and will then begin reading. Wizards, no harming your guests. Guests, no killing the wizards.
Sincerely, the Fates."
Hazel crumpled the note in her fist. "We're supposed to read our private lives out loud?"
The emo-looking boy groaned and facepalmed.
Punk Girl took the lead and said, "Well, we better introduce ourselves. I'm Thalia. And I don't use my last name."
The blonde boy stepped forward. "I'm her brother, Jason Grace."
Next was the Native American girl. "I'm Piper McLean."
Supreme Commander introduced himself as, "Flamin' boy Supersize McShizzle Leo frickin' Valdez."
"Frank Zhang."
"Hazel Levesque."
"Nico di Angelo."
Remus stepped forward. "I'm Remus Lupin, but you already know me."
Persis introduced herself next. "I'm Persis Lupin, as of yesterday. My name used to be Jackson, though. So, should we start reading?" She grabbed the Lightning Thief and opened it to the first page. She read aloud,
"I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher."
(1) - Persis is a feminine version of Perseus. Hercula is a feminine version of Hercules. Both Hercules and Perseus were great Greek heroes, so Remus made that one of his nicknames for Persi.
