━━━━━━━ Percy ━━━━━━━

Finally, it was about to get interesting.

The legal mumbo jumbo and exposition was over with, it was time to get some real adventure into my system. To see some magic!

By adventure I of course mean my school supply shopping.

BUT FOR WIZARDS!

The funnest part about school was always picking out your supplies, and since I got expelled a lot I had lots of chances to pick out new notebooks from Walmart.

Now imagine that, with magic.

I wasn't being sarcastic when I called the upcoming day an adventure.

With all honesty I couldn't wait to go to Diagonal Alleyway. Then again I also love exploring Target.

"So you're telling me that it's an alley, with magic shops?"

"Exactly." Hermione was more than happy to give me the whole history of Digital Alley when I asked. The way she went off topic and started explaining random things to me reminded me of Annabeth. Except instead of architecture Hermione was a fan of history.

"So... is it like a black market? Can I buy a magical liver that could even withstand my ex-stepfathers drinking?"

"There is a darker side where you might find some poison maybe? But I doubt there's wizards selling livers."

"Hmm... Why not?"

"I..."

If these wizards were so powerful, after all they knew magic, why didn't they use it to help actual people? How hard is it to solve world hunger when you have the power to make anything appear? They have all these potions that can see the future so how hard would it be to find a cure for cancer? Am I thinking too deeply into this? Probably.

"Anyway, nice talking to you Hermione. I'm going to go find out when Snape wants to take me shopping." I jumped up to my feet and dipped out of the room. When I was running down the stairs I bumped into Harry who would have gone tumbling down had I not caught him.

"Sorry."

He shook his head. "If you're looking for Snape he told me to tell you to meet him out front."

"Oh you read my mind. Can you wizards read minds?"

"Percy..."

"That would be creep no? Imagine you're just thinking about what you're gonna eat. And suddenly, someone knows what you're gonna eat!"

"Percy."

"I like my privacy. My mind, my rules you know? I can't imagine sharing my mind with someone. That's like sharing a toothbrush. I don't want to share my-"

"PERCY!"

I stopped. I might have gotten a little off topic.

Harry got quiet all of a sudden.

"It's just... Snape. He's... Just be careful okay?"

I put my hand on his shoulder in a very paternal fashion. "Don't worry about me Harry, I've known Severus for some time and he wouldn't hurt me."

"That's not what I meant..." But I was already down the stairs and leaving out the door. It was nice of Harry to try and warn me but I've known Severus since I first got to camp. He was an ass but that was about as far as it went.

Severus was waiting where Harry said he was.

"You ready Percy?"

"To go magic shopping? Of course I am."

Severus muttered something under his breath and waved a stick, which I guessed to be a wand. A puff of smoke circled around us. I felt like Houdini.

The next thing I knew we were someplace else. All around me stood shops decorated with bright signs. People were bustling around the streets yelling and laughing. It was a nice change of scenery from old Grims Place.

Still in awe, it was Severus' cold voice that knocked me out of my trance.

"Do you have your list?"

I blinked at him repeatedly to get across the point that I did not, in fact, have a list. I didn't know there was a list. You'd think that since there's only one magic school in all of the UK that school supply shops would just know what you need. Since it's just one list. You know? But of course, wizards I was beginning to realize, were a little slow on the uptake.

Severus rummaged around in his bag and took a piece of parchment out.

First-year students will require:

Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wearOne Pair of Protective Gloves (Dragon hide or similar)One Winter Coat (Black, silver fastenings)Please note that all student's clothes should carry name-tags at all Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment1 Wand 1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) 1 set of glass or crystal phials 1 telescope 1 set of brass scales Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

"Are you sure this is right?"

"Hmm?"

"It says here, First-year students will require. I'm not in first grade."

"Have you ever been to Hogwarts?"

"No."

"Have you ever been to a magical school?"

"Technical-"

"Camp Half-Blood does not count."

"...no"

"So, that means you've got to start from the basics. Can't throw you into the deep end if you don't even know what water is." Severus had a point. But I didn't like it so I decided to ignore it.

"But that means I'll be with a bunch of first graders!"

"Think of it like being held back."

"How am I supposed protect Harry when I'm learning the ABC's!"

Severus sighed. "I don't know Percy, alright? I didn't want to bring you into this at all. It's way too dangerous for someone who doesn't even know how to disarm their opponent to fight against someone who can kill you with one world. I told Dumbledore that you didn't deserve to be dragged into anything else again but he... He keeps..." He trailed off.

"He keeps what?"

"Nothing Percy. Here," He placed a heavy purple satchet in my hands that clinked whenever it moved, "Go over to that place selling wands over there. Tell the guy you're a new student and he'll know what to do. I'm going to go look around for some potion materials, I'm running low. I'll come get you when I'm done."

Severus looked distraught so I did what he said, not wanting to bother him anymore. As I was walking towards the wand place I heard him mutter under his breath. "He keeps sending out kids to die."

Something smelled fishy and it wasn't yesterday's lunch. Dumbledore seemed like the good guy, after all how evil could a grandpa in a white beard be. But what Snape had said really didn't sit well with me. I knew better than anyone that nothing was ever black and white, but I couldn't believe that Dumbledore had a mean bone in his body. No. I did believe it. It was for Harry's sake that I didn't want to.

Enough of that. Maybe I was just looking into things too much? Maybe...

As he stepped into the shop, which read Ollivanders, a tinkling bell rang through the little building.

"Oh hello!" said a voice coming from behind a stack of little boxes. I tried to find the person who it belonged to but there was no one in sight. As soon as I turned around however, a small old man with great bug pale eyes was behind me. I couldn't help but to reach for Riptide.

"Now you won't be needing a pen here. We write with quills in the Wizarding world."

I faked a laugh and put Riptide back in my pocket where she belonged.

"So, what are you here for? Can't say I've ever seen you around?"

"It's my first year here at Hogwarts, I'm looking for a wand?" It felt stupid coming out of my mouth.

"Oh really? How peculiar, peculiar indeed." He started circling me like a vulture. He reminded me of that weasel guy from Frozen that tried to kill Elsa. No not Hans, the other one.

"Yeah... I just found out that I'm a wizard and I hear you're the best wand salesman in town."

At that his eyes lit up. "Of course of course, I have something here that I think would be perfect for you."

He ran to the back of the shop and reemerged with a box identical to the rest. He opened it and there lay a cool piece of wood. That's the only way I could describe it, wood.

"Give it a little spin." He said, handing the stick to me.

I drew the Disney Channel logo and the stick flew out of my hand and stuck to the ceiling.

"Hm... maybe I got the measurements wrong?" Said Ollivander, more to himself than to me.

He came back again with a pile of boxes full of sticks.

"What did you say your name was boy?" He asked me, handing me another, lighter stick. This one caused an explosion of lightning that seemed very dangerous.

"Perseus Jackson. Most people call me Percy." He handed me another stick which sent some papers on the shopkeepers desk flying.

"Jackson... never heard of a Jackson. Are you from a Muggle family?"

"Well, my grandfather was a pureblood so not really." That's the one thing I remembered about Voldemort other than the fact that he had no nose. He was a pureblood trying to exterminate muggles and muggle-borns.

"Hmm. Peculiar indeed. What was the grandfathers name you speak of?"

"Umm... You wouldn't know him, he's American."

"So he went to Ilvermorny?" He passed me another wand.

"Sure..."

We went through dozens of boxes, none of which produced a dangerous reaction that seemed to please Ollivander. I was getting a little more than impatient.

"Uh, I'm done with this!" I yelled, throwing my latest wand at the wall. I could hear some plumbing start to bubble and a box in the corner of the shop rumbled.

"What did you do?"

"Oh, sorry about the wand. I'm sure it's not broken."

"Not that, how did you make that box move."

"Oh? I..." Now this was a pickle. "I guess I got mad and my magic made it move?" Then again I was a wizard, wasn't I supposed to do weird, unexplainable things.

"Hmmm, do it again."

"What?"

"The box, make it move again."

I didn't know how I made the box move so I focused on a faucet in a nearby bathroom and tried to make it explode. The box shook again.

Ollivander ran towards it and grabbed it. He pulled out a stick that didn't look like any of the ones before, I had become an expert on sticks in the past fifteen minutes. He came over to me and read the label.

"Peculiar. A wand crafted from the wood of a laurel tree, specifically one which had been turned from the naiad Daphne by Eros. Or so the myth told." Great, just like me to get a stick with some Greek mythological meaning. "Kraken tooth mixed with siren heartstring core, straight from the depths of the Atlantic Ocean. I didn't even know such a wand existed let alone in my shop." Thanks dad. "Give it a wave, Percy."

This time the wand didn't explode, instead it released a humming noise, the sound of the Sea.

"It seems the wand has chosen the wizard."

No, I thought to myself, the demigod.