CHAPTER 12
PERCY
I turned around, looking at Annabeth who was sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Morning."
Annabeth just grumbled and flopped back down, pulling the sheets over her head. I chuckled and walked over to the bed, gently lying down next to her, her body fitting perfectly to mine. I propped my head up with one hand and lazily placed with one of the curls on her head.
"I'm tired."
"I'm not," I responded, giving her a light kiss on the forehead. She turned around so that she could face me.
"I hate England time."
"I don't mind it now," I couldn't help but crack up at the glare Annabeth was giving me.
"What's on the agenda today?" Annabeth asked, rubbing her thumb on my hand.
"I've got a first year class, both fifth year classes, and both seventh year classes."
"Hades, Percy, that's a lot, but I meant about us? What's on the agenda for us?"
I quickly racked my mind, finding things that I could do with the second day my wife was here.
"How about, you can come to both of my seventh year classes, and after that, we can head into Hogsmeade?"
"Have no idea what you just said, but okay." Annabeth leaned over and kissed my cheek, then my lips. I pulled her on top of me and deepened the kissed, running my hands along her hair and sides.
"I love you," I whispered.
Annabeth responded by giving me something that I haven't gotten in a month or two. What can I say? I am still and man.
"I love those, Ravenclaw kids! They're thought process and ability! It's like they're actual kids of Athena!"
I laughed as Annabeth rambled about the Ravenclaw kids. She brought up a point of coming to all the classes that I have with them, and also asking them about architecture. I cleaned up my desk and wrote a thing or two on the chalk board, such as homework.
"How come that this class gets to see her and the other class doesn't?" Annabeth asked, hands on her hips.
"Because I brought over Blackjack."
Annabeth rolled her eyes at me, claiming something about how I was a biased teacher, but in reality, she was upset about the Ravenclaws.
"I-" Annabeth was cut off as students began to pour into the classroom.
"Good afternoon, Professor Jackson."
"Hello, Skye."
I greeted other students of Gryffindor and Slytherin as well and waited as they all seated themselves. Immediately, Hermione shot up her hand.
"She and her friends tend to pry," I whispered to Annabeth before calling on Hermione.
"This is for your wife, Professor." Annabeth and I shared a look that the other students laughed at.
"As you wish. I think that it's only fair that the rest of you guys are aloud to ask questions before we start this class," I announced. The class cheered and I could see Draco quietly laughing. I playfully glared at him and he stuck his tongue out.
"Anyways," Hermione said, silencing the class, "are you a muggle?"
"A what?"
"Mortal," I whispered in her ear.
"Oh, no. I'm not, but I don't have any magical powers."
Whispers arose around the classroom. Annabeth continued to ask questions for twenty minutes. They went something like this:
Slytherin: how far along are you?
Annabeth: I believe that I'm almost at five months, so this is kind of my fourth.
Gryffindor: Is it a boy or girl?
Annabeth: I am not sure, but I am sure that I am going to have more than one.
Slytherin: so twins?
Annabeth: Maybe, maybe not.
Slytherin: Aren't you a bit young?
Annabeth: A little, but I am more than prepared. I have plenty of people to help out.
"So, now that you have successfully interrogated my wife, let's begin class." The seventh years were silent and began to pull out their textbooks.
"Nope, nope, put them away." A collective "yeah!" chorused through the room.
"She might not even hear you," Annabeth warned.
"Nah." I winked at Annabeth before bringing out my ice cold, Stygian iron whistle out. I took a big breath and blew into it, a pitch too high to hear was elicited. Some noises of confusion arose and the students gave looks to each other.
"Ha," I taunted at Annabeth.
"What ever, Seaweed Brain."
A big shape began to form in the back of the classroom, and within an instant, a massive dog bounded over the students and knocked me down, slobbering all over my face. My students screamed and shouted, fumbling about to the back of the class.
"Zeus almighty, Mrs. O'Leary! Yuck, get off ya big loaf," I laughed, pushing the massive hellhound away from my face.
"This," I gestured to the hellhound the size of several buses, "is Mrs. O'Leary. She is a hellhound, but she is the sweetest thing ever."
"I can vouch," Annabeth chimed in, rubbing Mrs. O'Leary's cheek.
The students tentatively went back to their seats, settling in.
"How'd you get her?" A Gryffindor asked.
"She was given to me. She normally runs about, but she's my 'pet' I guess. My other friend takes care of her sometimes. Anyways, the other hellhounds that you'll meet are vicious. This girl is sweet as can be. Hellhounds have the ability to travel by shadow, therefore she can basically appear anywhere."
I pulled back Mrs. O'Leary's lip, showing her razor sharp teeth. "Not only are their teeth sharp, but their claws are deadly as well." I lifted her paw, but Mrs. O'Leary thought I was giving her a belly rub so she flopped on her back.
I laughed. "You guys can pet her and play with her for the rest of class, eh?" I let the students play with her, laughter and shouts of grotesque as she licked them, filling the room.
"You're hot as a teacher," Annabeth whispered in my ear. I kissed her, then looked into her eyes, falling into the grey whirlpools. I leaned in and brushed my lips on her cheek, teasing her.
"I know."
At the end of class, I had a bruise on my stomach from my lovely, sweet wife. For being conceited, she had claimed –personally I think she just wanted to touch my abs –cue the second hit.
