"Hello Harry," the Gandalf-doppelgänger said to the mystery boy, who Percy now assumed was named Harry.
"Hello Professor Dumbledore," Harry said.
Dumbledore? What type of name is that?
"Who is this?" Dumbledore questioned curiously, turning his head so he was looking at Percy instead of Harry.
"Apparently his name is Peter Johnson," Harry said, "he said he was a transfer-student. Is that true?"
Dumbledore continued to gaze at Percy, who was staring at him with wide-eyes. If the Dumbledore-man said that he wasn't an exchange student, then he was dead meat.
"Ah, yes, he is," Dumbledore said, much to Percy's surprise.
"But I thought Hogwarts didn't accept transfers?" Harry said suspiciously.
"We made an exception for Peter. Now, you best be on your way Harry. It's past curfew."
"Right, Professor," Harry said, and Percy watched as he scurried off to who-knows-where.
Percy turned to look at 'Professor Dumbledore', who was watching him intently. "Well, let's continue this in my Office, hmm?"
Dumbledore's Office was quite... Strange. It didn't look anything like the Big House, that's for sure. No Mr. D drinking Diet Coke, no Chiron talking to new Campers, just... Craziness.
Percy took a seat in front of Dumbledore's desk, as said person took a seat behind their desk. It was silent for a few moments before Dumbledore spoke up. "So, I presume your name isn't actually Peter Johnson?"
Percy was slightly shocked that he could tell, but pushed the emotion away. "No, my name is Percy Jackson," Percy said.
"Ah, Percy Jackson," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. "I've heard about you. Quite popular in the demigod-community, no?"
"Look, Mister Dumbledore, I'm looking for my girlfriend right now, so if you wouldn't mind, can we cut to the chase?"
"You're girlfriend?" Dumbledore asked, amusement evident on his face. "That's why you're here?"
"Yes," Percy said impatiently. "I'm here to look for Annabeth, my girlfriend."
"Well, I'm afraid I don't know where Annabeth is, Percy," Dumbledore said. "But may I ask why you came here, looking for her?"
"The Oracle said so," Percy said flatly.
"Oracle?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yes, Oracle. Rachel. Whatever you wanna call her."
"I do not know of this Oracle you speak of, but she must've led you here for a reason. Do you have any idea what that might be?"
"So I could find my girlfriend."
"Well, yes. But if we do not have your girlfriend-"
"HOW THE HADES AM I SUPPOSED KNOW YOU'RE NOT LYING?!" Percy yelled, enraged. This place gave him the creeps, as did this guy. All he wanted to do was get Annabeth and leave the Mad House.
Dumbledore frowned, but it quickly disappeared. "You'll just have to take my word," he said, "for I have no evidence."
Percy groaned, slumping down in his chair. "So, what do I do, huh? If I came here for no reason, and I have no other lead to get me to her. Am I just supposed to go back to Camp and forget about it? I can't do that. I can't let her die."
Dumbledore thought for a moment before speaking. "Perhaps you could stay here. I'm sure there's some reason that the Oracle sent you here, even if your girlfriend- Annabeth- isn't here."
Percy sighed. "Fine," he muttered. "But it better be worth it."
"You can stay in a guest room. I'll call a House Elf to lead you there."
And so Percy left with Floppy the House Elf. Why was a House Elf named Floppy? He had no idea.
A/N Apologies if my chapters aren't that long. I'll try to make them longer in the future. Also, sorry that this isn't that interesting. I want to get onto the good stuff, but sadly there's only so much one can put into a chapter.
Until next time,
Misty
