Percy POV

Harry seems like a nice guy, and all, but right now, I hate him. I mean, he had to go and mention Tartar Sauce. I know it's not exactly Tartarus, but these days, as it's only been a month after the Giant War, basically anything can set off a flashback. It isn't as bad as it was in the first week or so, but it still sometimes makes us wake up in the middle of the night screaming.

Anyways, right after I see Annabeth go pale, and start screaming, I immediately rush to her side.

"Annabeth, it's okay, we're not there anymore. Annabeth, calm down." I tell her, hugging her gently.

After a little while , it finally works.

Although she still looks a touch pale, Annabeth is smiling, so that's a good sign.

I see everyone getting ready to interrogate us, but now isn't the time. So I stand up.

"Mrs. Weasley, may we be excused?" I ask

She hesitates for a second before answering. "Of course dears, if you need anything, just call."

"Thanks."

I help Annabeth stand up, and support her as we walk upstairs. As soon as we get to our room, I quickly find some ambrosia for Annabeth to eat.

"Mm. Chocolate cupcakes with blue frosting. Delicious." Annabeth says, as she eats the ambrosia I gave.

I smile, remembering my sixteenth birthday.

"Do want to lie down, or something?"

"No Percy, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

Annabeth rolls her eyes. "Yes Seaweed Brain, I'm sure."

"If you insist Wise Girl. So what do you want to do?"

"We need to practice using our wands, make lesson plans, and go over some regular school work."

I groan. "We have to do all that?"

"Yes. Now, we should get started so we can finish 'all that' before dinner."

I groan again.

"Shut up Percy. Now, are you going to help me or not?"

"Fine, I'll help. What do I do?"

"Seriously? I literally just told you what we were going to do seconds ago!"

"Oh."

After a few hours of 'practicing using our wand, making lesson plans, and going over some regular school work,' we go downstairs and see what we can do. Although nobody says a word about what happened at lunch, I can see the stares they give us both when they think I'm not looking.

They are trying to be friendly, though, when they ask if we want to play Quidditch with them. I think. But, since I actually knew what Quidditch was, and how it was played, I declined.

Right after I did though, all of them stared at me in shock. Suddenly, two people appeared in front of me. Two red headed twins, who reminded me of the Stolls.

"Did you just say-"

"You didn't want to-"

"Play Quidditch-"

"With us?" they asked. Yep. They definitely reminded me of the Stolls.

"Yes." I answered, still a little confused on why this was such a big deal.

Both of them gasp at the same time, then they start speaking.

"Fred did you-"

"You bet Georgie boy-"

"He actually-"

"Refused-

"To play-"

"The best-"

"Game-"

"In the whole-"

"Entire-"

"World."

The twins, Fred and George, were starting to annoy me.

"Why does it matter so much? It's just a-"

Before I can finish my sentence, Mrs. Weasley interrupts me.

"You two," she says, pointing at the twins, "go set the table."

"And you," she says, pointing at me, "you'd better have an excuse about why you didn't want to play Quidditch at dinner."

Then Mrs. Weasley looks at everyone and says, "Now go do something useful."

When everyone gets out of the room, Annabeth starts laughing.

"Well," she says, in between giggles, "they are definitely extreme fans."

"Yeah, definitely," I say as I kiss her cheek, "Now, let's go and do something useful until dinner."

"Yeah," Annabeth says, grinning, "something useful."

And then we start kissing, until someone clears their throat from behind us. We instantly jump apart, a little flushed.

Hermione is standing there, looking equally amused, and embarrassed. She clears her throats again.

"Supper is ready."

I grab Annabeth's hand and then we walk into the dining room.

After everyone has eaten their fill, (which takes quite a bit of time), the questioning starts.

"Why don't you like Quidditch?"

"What school are you from?"

"How old are you?"

"Who are you?"

My head starts to hurt from the onslaught of questions.

"Guys, calm down. One question at a time please."

Harry starts.

"Why don't you like Quidditch?" he asks.

I think of a way to explained this.

"It's not that I don't like Quidditch. In fact, it seems like a really great game. The thing is, though, I don't like being up in the air."

Harry looks nods, but he still looks a little doubtful.

"What school did you go to before this year." Hermione asks.

Annabeth answers this one.

"We went to a small summer camp for Half Bloods, that is not really known."

Annabeth answers Hermione really well, and she didn't even have to lie. Well, then again, she is a genius, so what do I expect.

"How old are you?"

"That one's easy," I say, "me and Annabeth-"

"It's Annabeth and I, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth says.

"Annabeth and I," I say, stressing on the pronunciation., "are both seventeen."

"Well, who are you exactly?" Ron asks, glancing at us.

I don't want to mess up anything, so I let Annabeth do this one.

After a small pause, she starts talking. "We are American Half Bloods who came to Britain because it has a better education system."

Then Ginny asks a question.

"Why did you scream when Harry asked for Tartar sauce?"

And then, before either one of us has time to get pulled into a flashback, an Iris message appears over Ginny's head.