Percy reached out to feel for his new domain, but he felt next to nothing. Yes, it was extreme by the standards of the wizards, but much smaller than it should have been, as though it were missing something.
"Annabeth?" He asked.
"Yes?" she said.
"You know how my domain is magic, right?" He continued without waiting for an answer, "It feels like part of it is missing, and it's much weaker than it should be."
"It might just be that you haven't used it before, so leave it alone for now but let's keep an eye on it."
"Ok" Percy agreed, still feeling a bit uneasy about it.
"Hi guys!" Said Darcy walking up to them, "Ready to go to breakfast?"
"Yep." Said Percy, filing the information in the back of his mind.
They walked down to breakfast, Annabeth turning a slightly suspicious eye on the back of Darcy's head.
"What is it?" Percy quietly asked.
"She just rubs me the wrong way." Said Annabeth, "It's been like that since we met her."
"You seemed fine with her back at Camp."
"I avoided her back at Camp. I honestly don't know why Nico put her with us."
"She is a child of Thanatos, she could be helpful to have along. Besides, Nico will be with her most of the time when he isn't off trying to find those damn Horcruxes."
"Have you figured out anything about those dragons our pets told us about?" Annabeth asked, changing the subject.
"No, how about we split off and see if we can handle a third physical body?"
"I don't see why not."
While their physical bodies within Hogwarts continued acting as normal, Percy and Annabeth moved their conscious being out of them, into a more diffused focus watching both themselves in Hogwarts and Camp.
Where to? Asked Percy in their minds.
How about Romania? I think one of the Weasleys works with wizarding dragons or wyverns there. Replied Annabeth.
Sure. But where's Romania?
Southeast of Germany.
Where's Germany?
Follow me.
Percy followed Annabeth's focus as she gathered her power around a place in Romania where there seemed to be wizards or some kind of magical activity.
You realize that we flew by here on the Argo II when we were on our last quest, right? Said Annabeth in their minds as she popped into existence by a wizard who was moving a large cage with his wand.
The wizard dropped the cage in surprise, then started babbling in what Percy presumed was Romanian. The only Romanian Percy knew was the numa numa song, so he could only shrug and make a questioning gesture. The wizard called another wizard over, this one bearing the trademark Weasley red hair, and started talking again.
"He wants to know who you are." Said the redhead, whom Percy presumed to be Charlie.
"I'm Percy Jackson and that's Annabeth Chase." replied Percy, gesturing to himself and Annabeth.
"We're here to find Charlie Weasley." Said Annabeth.
"That's me." Said Charlie.
"Can you take us to see the dragons that were used in the Triwizard Tournament?" Asked Percy.
"You'll have to show me that you are authorized to do so." Said Charlie, "The dragons are dangerous at the best of times, and they can be more so when angry."
Deciding it was better to just go without the permission of the wizards, Annabeth wove the Mist around the two of them so that they would go on with their business as if Percy and Annabeth didn't exist.
Following the wizard with the cage, Percy and Annabeth found the enclosures, each with a different kind of dragon, some of them spanning miles across. They split up, Percy taking the east and Annabeth taking the west side. Percy walked up to one of the cages, and looked for the wyverns. Failing to find one, he was about to go to the next enclosure when a dragon came out of the brush, hurling a fireball straight into Percy's face. Percy dispelled the fire with a shield of water, and focused on the wyvern.
Meat? Why not burn? It said in his mind.
I don't burn. Percy replied.
Meat talk?
Yeah, but I'm not food.
Then where is food?
I don't know. I'll try to bring you some meat if you answer my questions though.
What are "Questions"? Meat is good.
Percy sighed. This was going to be a long time. Do you know where I can find the dragons?
Dragons died.
All of them?
Two left. Gone.
Where did they go?
Caves.
What caves?
Old home.
Where is the old home?
The wyvern's mind flashed a series of images, apparently unable to express it in coherent thought. Percy traced the images, it appeared that wherever they were going was outside of the mortal world, and relied on mythical geography and those auspicious moments or places or whatever the Egyptians placed so much weight on. Percy quickly flashed to Annabeth, and found her talking to another wyvern. Her wyvern was slightly more helpful, and flashed images starting with where they were and words along with them. Following the series of images, Percy and Annabeth ended up in L.A., next to the Underworld. They followed them in, and found a section of the Underworld where it appeared all caves had an entrance.
"Let's go ask Hades, I don't think we should be going through here without his permission." Said Percy.
They went to Hades' palace, and knocked on the doors. The skeletal guards opened them, and they stepped in to a very angry Hades.
"His follower was causing chaos in my domain!" he raged, "I am allowed to punish the follower for that! But nooo, he just had to make my most powerful helper go retrieve his bauble for him!"
Percy coughed. "Um, Lord Hades." He said, trying to get the attention of the god.
"What is it?" Asked Hades irritably.
"May we explore the caves in here?" Asked Annabeth, "We didn't think it was a good idea to go in without your permission."
"Fine. I don't care. Do whatever you want. And by the way, boy, why do you smell of magic?"
"Hecate transferred responsibility of the wizarding magic to him." Replied Annabeth, stepping on Percy's foot.
"Could you by chance help Nico then? He needs the assistance of a magical being in a mission from Rashnu."
"I don't see why not." Said Percy, with a slight edge to his voice.
"Good. Now get out of my sight, before I make you do my paperwork."
Percy and Annabeth hurried back to the caves.
Meanwhile, Darcy was happily in class with the other Percy and Annabeth. She was having a good day, Annabeth didn't seem as angry towards her after breakfast, and she excelled at most of the classes. Especially Arithmancy. She didn't see why Percy hated it. It was just math. She was about to go into the Potions classroom, Percy and Annabeth talking behind her. When they entered, the professor, Severus Snape, spoke.
"Settle down." was all he needed to say, and the entire class was silent. "Now, today we are brewing a potion to breath underwater. The main ingredient is gillyweed, which I believe Mr. Potter knows of as he stole some from my cupboards last year."
"That wasn't me-" Began Harry, but he was silenced.
"Silence, Potter. Or I shall have to take points from you." Snape continued to talk, explaining the uses of the various ingredients and their purpose. Each ingredient had one of three possible uses: Enhance the effects of another ingredient; counteract a negative effect from one of the other ingredients; or to simply take up space to make the potion less reactive.
The class went smoothly, the only problems being that Harry and Neville Longbottom's potion exploded, soaking everyone but Percy, Annabeth, and Darcy. Snape got a good dosage of it in the face, but he was quick to get it away from himself. Others were not so lucky, and began pouring water out of their mouths and noses when they exhaled.
"Ten points from Gryffindor Potter, Longbottom." Said Snape, "Each."
After that, everyone turned in their completed potions and they left the classroom. Harry and Ron seemed to be prejudiced against Snape for some reason. Yes, he seemed to pick on Harry, but it seemed no more than teasing, and the punishment was light considering the consequences of the potion. Their next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, or DADA for short. The teacher was the pink thing from the Ministry, and Darcy thought she resembled a cross between a toad, a lawyer, and an old overweight cat lady.
Zoning out for most of the lecture, Darcy payed attention when Harry started yelling at the teacher. What an idiot she thought, it's one thing to stand up for what's right, it's another to say what you believe is right even when it accomplishes nothing. You aren't guaranteed a result, and there's something known as a "tactical retreat".
After Harry left, the rest of the class was fairly normal, except that the teacher made it exceptionally boring. Darcy passed the time by thinking of possible ways to kill the toad but make it look like an accident. I could put a bit of my power in front of her, but maybe the wizards would notice that she didn't die by normal means and then investigate. I could make a tripwire that strangles her, but that would be too easy to notice. Maybe I don't need to kill her. How about I loose some Mist dogs in here to chase her. Or chickens, they eat toads. I wonder how my mom's chickens are doing. Are they still alive? Have the eggs hatched? Are the hens still laying enough? I could use some scrambled eggs right about now...(My best guess at how ADHD works, basically my mind when I stop focusing lol)
After DADA, they had dinner. True to Darcy's wishes, there were scrambled eggs. Quickly burning her food to Thanatos, Percy, Nico, and Annabeth, she ate. Percy and Annabeth both shot her grateful looks, although Annabeth's seemed a little forced. Darcy wondered how long she would hold that grudge.
-Flashback-
It was Darcy's first day at Camp, and the Hermes councilor told her to go to the Athena cabin for help with her swordfighting. When she walked in the door, Annabeth and her siblings had been blueprinting a design for a capture-the-flag arena. Not knowing this, she had opened the door into the lamp, which had fallen and caught the blueprints on fire. Normally this might not have been such a bad thing, Annabeth could repair all of that quickly, but this paper was specially made so that it acted as a touchscreen and CAD software, which could not be so easily restored. Made by Dedalus, the paper mostly survived the fire, but part of it was burnt beyond repair and Annabeth never quite forgave Darcy, even if she thought she did Darcy would always be associated in her mind with the accident.
-Flashback Over-
Now, dinner was over and they were on their way up to bed. Darcy quickly changed into her pyjamas, went to her bed, and fell asleep wondering how she could make reparations to Annabeth.
A/N
That was a long one...1,930 words lol. If anyone finds any inaccuracies with my representation of ADHD, please say so. I don't personally have it that I know of, but that's my best guess based on how people who actually have it depict it.