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WARNING: Read the PJO and HoO books, HP series, and ToA before this.
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CHAPTER TWO:
LOU ELLEN
THE PLANE RIDE WAS EXHAUSTING.
And not to mention truly boring. Because she was ADHD, she was impatient the whole time and the plane ride lasted seven agonizing hours. Her legs couldn't stop bouncing and her fingers constantly drummed against her lap. The old lady beside her snapped at her rudely; Lou Ellen stopped for a minute, and then went back to what she was doing. The lady became fed up with her actions and changed seats, as far as possible from Lou.
She admitted that it stung a bit.
By the time that the plane landed in a London airport, the moon was shining brightly above the dark and cloudy sky. She checked her watch for the specific time. According to it, it was two in the morning at New York; but since there was a five-hour difference between her home city and London, the time here in London was roughly ten or eleven o'clock. She boarded the plane at eight o'clock on the night. Gods, the time difference was making her head pound. Screw Kronos.
She clutched the soda drink a stewardess gave her hours ago and chug it all, wiping her mouth with her handkerchief and standing up from her seat. Numerous passengers were also standing up and a female voice with a thick British accent spoke through the speakers, "Passengers, please all stand up so we can all exit the plane."
When she had exited the plane, she retrieved her luggage and two duffle bags from the baggage carousel. Many walks and passes later, she was finally out of the airport. The cool breeze left her shivering a little, but she was grateful that she remembered to wear a jacket.
She called for a cab, dumped her things in the trunk of the car, and told the driver to go to Charing Cross Road. She was notified that somewhere in Charing Cross Road was the place Leaky Cauldron, where she could stay for the night to pass. When they arrived at their destination, she grabbed her magical purse (a gift from her mother), willed some British pounds and paid the driver.
Grabbing her things from the trunk, she closed it with an audible thunk. The driver drove away, leaving with a cloud of dust. Lou Ellen grimaced while she coughed, fanning away the dust and silently cursing the driver for his rudeness.
After searching for Leaky Cauldron, she came upon it minutes later. She was slightly amused as she took in the sight. According to the letter her mother sent her, the pub was pretty famous; and looking at it now, it certainly did not look one bit. She entered the pub, expecting it to be shabby-looking and gloomy. She didn't expect, however, for it to be the opposite. It didn't hold a happy or cheery vibes but at least it wasn't shabby. Though, it was empty except for one.
A woman was waving her wand, cleaning the wooden tables in the pub with a single swish and flick. She was wearing a long-sleeve button-up shirt with a long skirt that went past her knees and flat sandals. She had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes (and a not-so-much-noticeable eye bags). A nice, warm smile split her face when she saw Lou Ellen enter.
"Good evening, madam," the pub woman said. "Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. May I ask what is it that you need?"
"Can I get a room to sleep on for the night?" Lou Ellen asked. The woman nodded and beckoned her to follow. Lou Ellen followed her upstairs and was greeted by the sight of a small hallway with few doors. The woman pointed at the door on the far end of the left side.
"You can rest at that room for the night," she said. "If you need anything, you can ask me. My name's Hannah Abbott-Longbottom."
"Lou Ellen," the demigod daughter of Hecate murmured. She bid goodnight to Hannah and went inside her room. It wasn't fabulous but it was alright; what matters was that she had a place to stay in for a while. She placed her luggage and bags on the side of the bed. As she flopped on the soft mattress, she fished out a rectangular box on the luggage.
She opened it up and a wooden stick appeared on her view. She took the wand out and read the note taped on the lid. 12 inches, blackthorn wood, unicorn hair; pliable and great with Defense Against the Dark Arts. She inspected the object and traced it with her fingers before she put it back. She put the box on top of her luggage and lay back on the bed. The last thought she had before dozing off was the question of what would happen on her journey.
Her dreams were plagued not by hellish demigod nightmares, but by her own mother.
Lou Ellen thought she wouldn't have any demigod dreams while she was on her quest. She also didn't think her mother would visit her again, as the goddess had already visited her in person before she left. That was how she got her wand. Well, the magical purse that was her birthday gift was also from her mother but two years ago, when she turned fifteen.
Hecate stood in all her glory in front of Lou Ellen, her dark hair billowing behind her and her emerald eyes gleaming. She wore a smile, but the smile was neither cold nor warm. It was more of a neutral smile. She was wearing one of her usual dark robes
"Mother," Lou Ellen greeted, kneeling at the goddess. Hecate made a motion for her to stand and she did. "What brings you in my dreams?"
"I came here to warn you."
Lou Ellen made a confused face, "To warn me... What do you mean?"
"I cannot interfere much when it comes to quests," Hecate replied. "It is against the Ancient Laws. Yes, daughter, I know that you know that. But that is not the case right now," Hecate manipulated the Mist and three doorways appeared in front of Lou Ellen, making her gulp. She didn't like it when her mother made her choose one of the paths. She sometimes wished that Hecate wasn't the goddess of crossroads. "The case is that you should pick which one of these crossroads will you take? Or will you go backwards?"
Lou scanned the three doorways; the eastern, the northern and the western doorways. The eastern doorway was showing her a screaming woman, not a scream of happiness or despair but a scream of immense pain. The woman was withering on the ground and her face was covered so Lou Ellen couldn't see, yet she still flinched. The northern doorway viewed two large groups of people fighting; the first group had armors on and the color of bronze and gold glinted at the peak of sunlight (she caught a glimpse of dozen of pegasi) – demigods – and the second group had sticks on their hands or were riding on brooms and flashes of red and green light ignited from their wands – wizards and witches. It was a full-out war that Lou Ellen was avoiding. The horror crept on her face, but her mother didn't look too bothered.
Not wanting to see the eastern or northern doorways anymore, she turned to the last doorway: the western one. Unlike the other two, the western doorway was simply calm. There was no screaming, no wars and no blood. She was surprised to see another her laughing and grinning at a man, hopefully somewhere near her age, who had messy brown hair and silver grey eyes. The man was dramatically flailing her arms, stumbling over words and although that doorway was mute (unlike the eastern one), Lou Ellen could see that the man was joking.
Lou Ellen made her decision. "That one – the western one. I'll take it, mother."
"That is all," Hecate said, but her neutral smile turned sad. Lou Ellen didn't know why, but maybe it was because the path that she chose was not that one Hecate wanted for her to choose. Maybe it was because Hecate was disappointed with her decision. Her heart dropped at the possibility.
"Goodbye, daughter," And Lou Ellen woke up.
Lou Ellen blinked as the sunlight streamed down to her face. Groaning, she rolled on her side, trying to go back to sleep when there was a knock on the door. She sat up with a sigh, getting out of bed to open the door.
The person on the door was revealed to be Hannah, the one she nicknamed 'pub woman' when she didn't know the blonde's name.
"Good morning, Lou," Hannah said. "There's someone downstairs waiting for you."
Lou Ellen nodded and when Hannah left, she conjured a mirror and checked herself. Her black hair was sticking up in different directions, and her eyes were red-rimmed from the lack of sleep, or so she thought. Throwing the mirror on the bed after she composed herself, she glanced at her watch – which she fixed so it would show the time of this country instead of in New York. 6: 21 AM. If the person waiting for her was a Hogwarts professor, why this early?
She walked downstairs and the first that she saw was Hannah giving some customers a drink. Even the other wizards and witches were early-risers as it seemed because Leaky Cauldron was packed with customers. Most of the people were wearing robes or cloaks with each different color: green, red, black, you name it. Lou Ellen may not be a daughter of Aphrodite but there was no way she was wearing that kind of outfit.
A few of them stared at her for a moment before returning to whatever they were doing in the first place. Lou Ellen was startled when someone tapped her shoulder. She whirled around to face the man on her dream, when her mother made her pick a crossroad. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he extended his hands towards her, "I'm Michael Patterson. And I'm assuming you're the new DADA professor at Hogwarts."
"Yeah," Lou Ellen said, shaking the hand of Michael and returning his grin. "My name's Lou Ellen."
"Ellen's your last name?"
Lou Ellen's face darkened, "No, I don't want to talk about it."
Michael's grin faltered, but he smiled again. Lou Ellen was baffled about how this man was too cheerful for her liking. If he was a demigod, he could be a son of Apollo. Speaking of which, none of the campers or other demigods had heard from Apollo for a month. Cabin 7 had no clue what happened to their father either. But Apollo aside, Michael was enthusiastic. "You're the demigod, right?" he whispered so that nobody (no, not that Nobody) in the pub would hear.
She stiffened, her breath hitching. Her hand twitched and her mind drifted to every possible explanation on how this man knew that she was a half-blood. Maybe that was why her mother was disappointed at her choice, because she picked where she was friends with a monster and her doom was planned. Oh gods, what an awful mistake she took.
Michael apparently noticed and said, "Hey, I'm not a bad person here. I'm one of the Hogwarts staff, occupation's Potions Professor or Master. I dunno which, to be honest. People say that if you're the potions professor, you have to be a potion master, so it's basically the same thing."
"Oh," Lou Ellen said, releasing a sigh of relief. "I thought you were a monster, I could've killed you. But what are you doing here?"
"Headmistress McGonagall told me to fetch you," Michael said, walking to a table with no occupants. There were two mugs of beer (she thought it was beer since it looked like a beer) on the table and Michael offered the other mug to her while he drank his. "Want some butterbeer?"
"Oh, no. I don't drink," Lou Ellen said, shaking her head. Now, she was sure that it was beer; Michael told her that it was, after all, called a 'butterbeer.' "I'm not alcoholic."
Michael chuckled, "Butterbeer's not an actual beer. It's a little bit like less-sickly butterscotch. It's really refreshing. Try one," Lou Ellen accepted, though hesitant and sipped a little. A warm feeling spread through her mouth and throat. Her mug was empty a few seconds later. "See? I told you it was refreshing."
He groped his pockets before hauling out a dirty, old sock. Lou Ellen raised an eyebrow, "What – what are you going to do with that sock?"
"Well, Lou (I'm not calling you Lou Ellen because that's too mouthful), this piece of sock is our way of transport."
The demigod in question wrinkled her nose, "I might not be too girly-girly like the Aphrodite kids, but there is no way in Tartarus am I going to touch that portkey," Michael sent her a surprised stare. "I'm not completely clueless about the Wizarding World. I do know some things and I definitely know the spells, if you're wondering. It's one of the perks of being the daughter of the goddess of magic and witchcraft."
Michael nodded as he took in everything she said. Then, he replied with his own statement, "The sock is the only portkey I have with me, unless you want to go to the Ministry of Magic so we can ask for the permission to create another one. No? So, this is our only transportation. Your things will arrive at Hogwarts automatically. When you get there, it will be in your quarters," he grasped the clothing and Lou Ellen did, too, but not before gagging. "On one – two – three!"
Lou Ellen felt she was being sucked, and then she was flying; but as soon as those feelings came, it was gone. Her back hit the ground hard and she moaned slightly at the pain. Her stomach churned and she puked on her side, her drink going to waste. After she stopped retching, she looked up to see Michael offering a hand. She clasped her own against it and stood up with some help. "Maybe I shouldn't offer you the butterbeer then immediately transporting us here. It's your first time using the portkey, isn't it?"
"You think?" Lou Ellen said sarcastically, glaring scathingly at the brown-haired wizard.
"Sorry," Michael stated, chuckling nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Hey, at least we didn't apparate. That would be worse. You do know what apparition is, right?" he only received a annoyed huff from Lou Ellen.
She darted her eyes away from him and looked at Hogwarts. Her jaw dropped to the ground as she saw the huge medieval castle that was the school. The architecture was breath-taking and beautiful – a wonderful piece of magic. Michael closed her mouth, "Amazing, huh? That was my reaction, too, when I first saw Hogwarts."
"Wow, just wow," Lou Ellen said.
"Come on, then, mate, let's get inside."
Here I come, Hogwarts, she thought as they both entered the castle.
Chapter Two is finished! Was it good or was it bad? Decide on the comments below. Here are some explanation about things some of you may not understand.
I've done some research and the flight from JFK airport to any London airports last for seven hours (and five minutes). The baggage carousel is also a part of the airport, if some of you we're aware of that fact.
According to Pottermore, Leaky Cauldron is found in Charing Cross Road. Queen Rowling also stated this in an interview, but I'm not sure. I'm sure about this information, though.
Queen Rowling also told us that Hannah Abbott married Neville Longbottom. Additional note is that Hannah's eyes remains unknown so I just gave her brown eyes. It seems to fit her.
Lou Ellen's age was unknown in Riordan's books. I was supposed to base her on Chilea's Lou Ellen, who is only fifteen-years-old, but I thought she was too young to teach at that age and Hogwarts would probably never allow it. So, the Lou Ellen in my story is seventeen-years-old, an acceptable age to teach... or so maybe.
And lastly, according to Riordan wiki: "It has never been stated whether or not Lou Ellen is her full name or just her first name. However, in the Lost Hero, she is referred by Jason as 'Lou Ellen something-or-other', indicating that this may be just her first name." and "This theory is supported when Chiron also calls her Lou Ellen, but doesn't refer to the other counsel members by their surname." This is found within the trivia part of the Lou Ellen article in the said wiki.
AND LAST NOTE, I decided to change the story title because it was too specific.
