Percy should've known that good things never lasted. After all, that was literally the definition of his (and practicality every demigod's) life. Like, "You just came out of a war?! Great! Let's see if we can squeeze another one in. And guess what? This one is bigger than your first one! Totally awesome, am I right?"

He wasn't finding it amusing.

Chiron and Hecate had reminded him hundreds of times about how he had to try his best to keep his identity a secret. It was easier said than done. Honestly, Percy was expecting a pretty easy quest. All he had to do was jump in when really needed, unlike the dozens of other ones where the spotlight was on him. Now, Percy wasn't so sure.

The difference between this one and the other missions was that he had to keep to himself. And Percy was finding that harder than the actual quest. Protect a dude whom he barely knew? Cool. Befriend him and his friends? As long as they're not snobby poopbags. Befriend and protect, all the while hiding the fact that he was not a wizard? Ummm...sign him out.

One thing that Percy learned throughout his years was that he was never good at keeping things under cover. Nico would've been much better. Heck, even Frank or any one of the seven could've been better. But do the fates listen to him? Nope.

He really hated the fates. (Yes, he said that before, but hey. He couldn't say it enough.) The catastrophe happened in Potions, his favorite class before Defence Against the Dark Arts, of course. (Note the sarcasm) The class was making a Healing potion, Snape swooping around and stuffing his pointed nose disapprovingly into the student's cauldrons. Percy was slightly nervous, considering that his potion was turning green and bubbling dangerously.

And yes, he was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to look like that. His proof? Hermione. Funny that wherever he goes, there's always that one person who happens to be smarter than him. Not that he was complaining. Percy preferred copying down answers from who he was 100% certain was correct than actually doing the work.

The incident that happened that day, he blamed the funny looking bean thing. It was perfectly logical...never mind, Percy didn't do logical. He'll leave that to Annabeth...or Hermione.

"Now, what did I say about cutting up the blah blah blah blah blah." Percy stared blankly at Snape. He knew there were words coming out of his Professor's mouth, but he just couldn't hear it. If Annabeth was here, she'll probably smack him and scold that he should always listen to a teacher. Not his fault that most of them put him to sleep.

"Jackson!" Someone snapped, and Percy lifted his head from where it was falling onto the desk. What is it with Snape and last names? He was pretty sure that "Percy" was easier to say than "Jackson"...or was it? Meh.

"Huh?" he asked sleepily, smacking his mouth quite loudly. Nothing prepared him for the ruler to slam down on the desk. Even as he jumped up in surprise, his first thought was, "They have rulers here?"

"I am not here to teach students who-"

And this is the part where the stupid bean decided that it wanted to pick on Percy. It was just a simple little "plop!" sound. Nothing harmful. In fact, the sound might've made Percy laugh before, but now he was pretty sure it was going to be the end of him. What came after the plop sound...ugh.

"Uh oh..."

He heard someone say. Snape (thankfully) turned his attention to someone behind Percy.

"Longbottom! What did you-"

BOOM!

That was the sound of the potion exploding. He heard Hermione scream something like, "EVERYONE SEEK COVER! DON'T LET THE LIQUID TOUCH YOU!"

Which literally translated to, "IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK, I ADVISE YOU TO NOT EVEN GET CLOSE TO THE SUBSTANCE!"

And personally, Percy wasn't really looking forward to spending his days staring at a white-wash wall. (Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was thinking that "white wash wall" was quite the tongue twister.)

But then, like any other day, some potion god or something, decided that he was bored and wanted to pick on Percy.

The potion exploded right at him.

"AHHHHHH!" he screamed. (very manly, of course) His options of not going to the hospital suddenly seemed very slim. His head was going overdrive as he desperately tried to find the spell that projected an invisible shield. Unfortunately, his mind refused to cooperate during split seconds, so Percy ended up using his demigod powers. The demigod powers that not one, but two people (well...centaur and goddess, that is) told him not to use. The demigod powers that would probably make everyone very suspicious. Yep.

His reflexes immediately responded once his brain refused to listen, and Percy raised his hands up, stopping the water from hitting himself. Everybody that was looking his way stopped and gawked.

Percy paled considerably. Okay. Don't panic. Slowly move the water so it seems that it was always going the other way.

He flicked his hand subtly, which would've worked if half of the class wasn't staring at him and watching every move. Percy shifted nervously and peeked at the cauldron that exploded. Lying there innocently was a weird bean thingy.

Stupid bean.

"Ummm..." he started, contemplating whether or not he should use the mist on them, but then immediately backtracked. He wasn't the best at using it, leave that to Hazel. The wizards and witches will probably remember a bizarre memory of him eating blue cookies. He rather not risk that. Hopefully, they'll forget about his incident soon.

"Uhh...Persassy out!"

Percy never sprinted out of class faster.