The Return of Tim the Waiter

Tim is of course the greatest character in my PJ/HP universe. His depth is astounding.

Two chapters tonight as the last one was just too dark. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Estelle was working with Professor McGonagall when Annabeth's patronus arrived. Minerva had been using the severing spell to tear paper and cloth, while having Estelle use the mending charm to repair them. As with the other first year spells they had looked at, Estelle picked right up on them and had little difficulty casting them. They had just starting making paper dolls with the mending spell when they heard Annabeth telling them, via an ethereal dolphin, she would be gone for a couple days.

Estelle burst into tears.

"My dear, the headmaster or headmistress of the school is often called away on short notice. Miss Chase will return in two days as she said, it is nothing to cry about."

"No! She's mad at me, she's mad at Percy, this is all my fault!" Estelle wept.

"She hasn't mentioned being angry at you, I'm sure you're mistaken. She seems quite fond of you and…"

"No! You don't know what I did, I messed up bad! So bad!" Estelle replied as tears ran down her face.

"Now dear, what could you have done that would have made the Headmistress leave on short notice?" Minerva smiled at the silliness of Estelle's angst.

"I… you promise you won't tell?" She wept.

"Who would I tell? The Deputy Headmistress?" McGonagall chuckled.

"Oh. Yeah. I, well I told Percy, he knows. I was supposed to tell Annabeth and tell her I'm sorry, I really am, but she… I haven't seen her since it happened. I don't know what to do! She's going to hate me!" she gasped.

"Now you listen to me Miss Blofis. I don't know what you think you did, but I do know from having seen you and how the Headmistress feels about you over the last few days there is nothing you could possibly do to make Annabeth Chase hate you. I've never seen such affection from someone who wasn't a child's mother or father. There are few things certain in life, but one of them for you is that Professor Chase will always, and I mean always, love you as if you were her own."

"Here, let me show you something," McGonagall said as she took that morning's Daily Prophet from her desk. A photo shot the previous night was top fold of the front page and showed a nearly angelic look on Annabeth's face as she gazed lovingly at Estelle. "Does that look like a woman who doesn't love you?"

There was a long silence, but Estelle finally gasped;

"I gave her and Percy a love potion."

"You what?" Minerva smirked.

"I got it at a store in Diagon Alley, I thought it would make them like each other so… I messed up so bad!" She wailed.

Professor McGonagall pondered on this a moment, but although she didn't want to gossip, she just had to know.

"Did it work?" she slyly smiled.

"I… I think so; they were kissing a lot last night after they thought I had gone to sleep. But this morning they…"

"They were kissing? How do you know that?" Minerva grinned at this development.

"I heard them, they were noisy about it for a while, and then really noisy but I couldn't quite understand what they were saying, and then they got really quiet and… then they woke up and Annabeth was yelling that she hated Percy," Estelle cried.

"Oh. Oh dear, why would she…"

"She found the potion bottle where I had thrown it away, and she threw it at Percy. I guess I should have put some trash on top of it and"

"Ah, and she thinks Professor Jackson gave it to her, doesn't she?"

"Yes. That's what they were fighting about and it's my fault. Oh god." She wept.

"And Professor Jackson told you to apologize?" Minerva asked.

"Yes."

"Well it occurs to me there may be something going on here you don't understand all the way. See, you giving the potion to them is a bit charming actually, it's the sort of thing a well meaning precocious child like yourself might do. But there is a dark side to love potions. People have used them for years to get others to like them for the wrong reasons, just to take advantage of them, I won't say how, that is more for your brother to explain, but for a man to slip one to a woman as Professor Chase apparently believes, well that would be a truly horrible thing for a man to do, especially if it worked. Of course it is equally bad for a woman to give one to a man, but that rarely comes out. Ultimately, as I understand it, that was the root cause of our last two wars."

"So if that is what she believes, yes, she is indeed quite angry at your brother, and will continue to be until you tell her the truth." McGonagall continued. "Has the Headmistress discussed with you how she feels about your brother?"

"She told me she loves him. I didn't mean to start a war."

"Oh you haven't started a war, lets not worry about that. Professor Chase does love your brother, madly, anyone can see it, except for that blind fool for a brother you have, and she told me the same thing. I think that is why she put me in charge of Professor Jackson instead of herself as she is with all the other instructors. So on top of the problem I just mentioned, she also feels your brother doesn't understand how she feels, or he would have no need for such a potion. It gets complicated doesn't it?"

"Yeah,"

"Now taking all this together you can understand why Professor Chase would be upset if she thought your brother responsible?"

"I guess so," Estelle stammered, "I just wanted them to be in love again like they used to. They were both happier then and I miss it."

"Your intentions were good, but at the same time your actions were very bad. Let me explain it this way. I noticed yesterday Professor Jackson reminding you to eat vegetables. Do you not like them?"

"I do, well, most of them, I don't like broccoli or squash. Or that icky, slimy one, uh, okra? That's gross, I don't like that. I like peas and corn, peas are my favorite, Percy even calls me 'Sweet Pea' 'cause I like them so much." Estelle answered.

"Oh then I'll let the elves know you are to be served nothing but peas and corn every meal, every day, for a week."

"But I don't want them every day all the time."

"Oh? I thought you liked them." Minerva smiled.

"I do but…"

"But you would like to chose when and what you eat? Have control over yourself? Like Professor Chase and your brother would like to make their own choices?" Minerva asked.

"Yes and… oh."

"'Oh' is right. While your intentions were noble perhaps, you removed Professor Chase's choice in the matter. You took her, and your brother's, control, their free will, from them and that is a dark thing to do. Now, fortunately Miss Annabeth will understand your intentions and she will be quite forgiving, even laughing the matter off I'm sure, but Estelle, you are a powerful witch, and with great power comes great responsibility. You must be certain your intentions are pure and the method you use to achieve them doesn't result in unintended harm like it did this time. That's really the most important control you need to learn. Now, I think that is enough for one day, let's see if Professor Slughorn can help you understand potions."

"Like Spiderman." Estelle replied.

"Like who?" Minerva asked, her confusion showing, and then added, "If the Headmistress contacts me, I will ask her to contact you as you have something important to discuss. I won't tell her what, but I suspect she will drop whatever she may be doing for her darling Estelle."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Estelle exclaimed as she threw her arms around McGonagall, surprising her. She was not used to students hugging her, it just wasn't the British way. Minerva decided then and there that way should change some.

"You're very welcome, now, let's don't keep Professor Slughorn waiting," McGonagall replied with a glisten in her eye.

Annabeth awoke in the late afternoon and was famished, having skipped both lunch and breakfast. Still, she felt refreshed and alive, and any soreness from a night of passion with Percy and a morning of having her ass wrecked by Mitchell was gone. Not only was there none of the usual bad after effects from such activity, Annabeth was feeling a bit aroused. If anything, she was physically ready to do it again, just not with those two useless fuckos.

She showered to rinse the sleep from her and while doing so decided to redesign the shower and bath in her chambers to match the luxury of her hotel, then dressed casually in a peach, pleated, midi dress and matching jacket, with a mostly lace balconette bustier of the same color under the jacket. It would have been too risqué for her to wear normally, she had brought it to Hogwarts as a date night outfit when she hoped Percy would come around to loving her again. Since that wasn't going to happen, she decided to wear it shopping and around the evening in London as she thought she looked great in it, and it was a shame to waste it. As long as the jacket was buttoned it showed only a bit of lace and cleavage, and was both pretty and not too lewd to wear in public. With the jacket off or open, it was appropriate for a strip club or brothel, with her nipples clearly showing through the translucent fabric. The ensemble was completed with a matching thong, thigh highs and some matching heels.

As she didn't want to dine alone, she shot a patronus off to the only person she really knew in London outside the ICW unit telling Minister Shacklebolt she was in town and wondered if he had dinner plans. His reply was quick, but unfortunate. He explained, via his ethereal lynx, that he would been meeting late into the evening with the Clemency Board, reviewing convictions of Death Eaters and their suspected allies, but looked forward to seeing Annabeth the following evening at the Embassy ball.

Annabeth decided to make the most of her afternoon and evening alone so rather that hang around a hotel room with nothing to do, she went to shop and then grab a bite, then maybe see what the city had to offer a young adult. She had already decided the simple black dress she thought she would wear to the Embassy event fell short of ballroom standards, and the London fashion district was directly between her hotel and Diagon Alley. At the first store she found a dress she loved, but it was off shoulder and her scar became prominent. As much as she loved it, she was too self-conscious to wear it to the ball. At the second place though she found a silk and organza high low dress that had shoulders and micro sleeves that cover just her shoulders, and was just above knee length in the front and came to the top of her ankles in the back. It looked gorgeous on the rack, and even more so on her. A bit pricy, but Annabeth decided to splurge on it.

Annabeth stopped by the chemist to renew her BC prescription, and while there picked up a couple things she thought necessary if she were to continue the lifestyle she had been on the last few days. Condoms, lube, and a liter of aged single malt. Then it was back to the hotel to hang up her new dress as she didn't want to wrinkle it up by stuffing it into her purse, even with an indetectable extension charm on it, and a quick apparition to Diagon Alley to search for dinner.

A quick survey of the area showed that Morgan's was the best restaurant and there was little crowd and no waiting. In fact the entire alley seemed almost deserted which struck her as odd since it had been booming with activity her last visit. Since she was alone she grabbed a copy of The Prophet to read to pass the time, mainly to see how the press release was handled. The hostess was able to seat her right away and asked if she was meeting someone. It took a moment for Annabeth to realize she was wearing date attire and since she was alone it was only expected that someone might be joining her.

"No, my dinner plans were changed, the gentleman I had hoped to meet here just told me he was working late."

"Well, his loss," the hostess, a middle aged woman with a warm smile replied, "We're better off without them anyway, aren't we?"

"Yer' darned right!" Annabeth grinned.

Annabeth didn't feel that way though. She was lonely and beginning to feel quite amorous, and knew she would be back at the hotel soon, rubbing one out. Then her waiter arrived.

"Hi, welcome to Morgan's, I'm Tim and I'll be taking care of you, do you have any questions about the menu?"

Tim was seriously hot. A couple years younger than Annabeth if she had to guess, and not hot as in 'I love that asshole Percy' hot, but more like 'Mitchell is a serious asshole' hot. Tall, thin like a runner, with startling blue eyes and sandy blond hair, muscular but not like a weight lifter waiting for his next roid rage, more like a guy that took proper care of himself. He was wearing a white button down, black slacks and a small white apron around his waist, like every other server in the place. The apron seemed to accentuate the nice bulge behind it rather than covering anything up. Annabeth caught herself staring and realized she had never responded.

"Oh, uh no, I just need a second to look it over, can I ask Tim, do you have iced tea?"

"I thought so! You're American!" Tim exclaimed. "People here drink it hot and bitter" he said, then leaned down to whisper "it's disgusting really."

"Is there something wrong with being from the states?"

"No, well, if there is, I'm wrong too. California born and raised." Tim grinned.

"Nice, my family is in San Francisco."

"Really? Can I ask you something? You look so familiar. When you were young, did you ever go camping near there at a place called 'Camp Jupiter'?"

Annabeth laid the menu down and stared at Tim, trying to remember if she had ever met or even seen him before, but she couldn't place him. Based on his question she knew he had knowledge of Camp Jupiter, but she couldn't tell how he had come to have that knowledge so she had to tread carefully.

Tim looked around, saw no management, sat down and whispered, "Let me rephrase, about 11 years ago, did you blow up my house?" he grinned.

"No, definitely not" Annabeth smiled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, we had this guy at camp we called 'Praetor Jackson,' anyway, one day his girlfriend showed up and tried to blow everything up. I thought I saw him here a few days ago but didn't have a chance to say anything and when I saw you, well, you look just like her, only you know, grown up. And prettier of course," He smiled, hoping his explanation bought him forgiveness.

"No, I assure you I did not blow up your house" Annabeth smiled.

"I'm so sorry, I had you mixed up with someone else."

"I commanded a ship that blew up your house. That's totally different. We had one of the crew become possessed by Eidolons, and he blew up a lot of stuff. Sorry about your house. But in fairness, after that you guys tried to chase us down and kill us, then went to our home and tried to burn it down, so we're kind of even," she grinned.

Tim's grin could have lit up the night sky.

"I thought that was you, hang on, I know your name. Uh, Annabelle, no, Annabeth! Annabeth Chase!"

"Why do you know my name?" She asked.

"Oh, Octavian, not sure you remember him"

"I do remember him. I have a very happy memory of the last time I saw him."

"Yes, fondly I can tell, many of us hold that memory close to our hearts; anyway, he had us memorize the names of the people known to be on the ship so we could question prisoners. I was one of the interrogators as I have a bit of charm speak from my mother" Tim replied.

"Aphrodite?"

"Uh, no. I'm Roman. Venus. I wish I had Aphrodite charm speak. I heard one of them got a dealership to give her a BMW when she was 14 or so," Tim laughed. "Last car I had was a 20 year old Nissan. Well I better get back to work, they like us to talk to with the customers, but not too much. Hey we're closing early for the match, so I should get your order in."

"In that case, I'll have the filet, medium rare, with the tea we talked about if you have it."

"We don't but I can make it in a jiffy, I keep bags of American here because that's what I drink. You want it sweet?"

"Did I say I was from Alabama?" Annabeth asked.

"Un-sweet it is, with lemon, for the girl that doesn't go to family reunions to find dates." Tim smiled.

Tim the waiter was back in just a few minutes with the tea, having used magic to heat the water and steep it.

"Your steak will be out in just a minute," he told Annabeth.

"You mentioned a match, is that where everyone is?" She asked.

"Yeah, the World Cup consolation match is tonight, All Britain vs. the Scandinavian Combined team. We're playing for 3rd in the bracket. Funny thing, I have tickets, but my idiot roommate was supposed to schedule a portkey and of course he didn't." Tim replied.

"The World Cup isn't for two more years," Annabeth said, her confusion showing.

"You're thinking about soccer, I mean, football they call it here. This is the Quidditch Cup, and of course the country that invented it is out in the second round. I try to see as many as I can, sort of fell in love with the game over the last couple years. Oh well, my roomie is a moron."

"Oh, I was confused. Sorry, I just got here a couple weeks ago. Still getting the feel for the terrain," Annabeth said. "Where is the match?"

"All the way over at Dartmoor, I haven't been there yet, it was built for the 94 Word Cup and is supposed to be fantastic. Maybe next year I can…"

"Tim, as it so happens I have a port key if you want a lift there," Annabeth offered.

"Really? You'd give me a lift? Wh… damn, thanks! That would be great, hey! I have an extra ticket if you're into that sort of thing."

"Oh wonderful! I really need to learn the sport, I understand its big here," Annabeth smiled. "Do I have time to eat?"

"Oh, sure, I don't get off for almost an hour and the match is set a couple hours after that."

"Cool, I love it when a plan comes together," Annabeth replied.

Dinner was delish, and of course Annabeth was near starved after the long day she'd had. Since she had no plans for an hour she read the paper and dined at a leisurely pace. She was quite happy at the press release and thought it set a great balance tone wise between providing a safe environment for the children and not making Hogwarts seem like Parris Island. She loved the two photos the Ministry had chosen, especially the one with her and Estelle. Before dwelling on it, she laid the paper down. Annabeth knew the longer she stared at it, the more she would miss the Squirt and the more she would cry herself to sleep that night not knowing what their relationship would be without Percy moving forward. Still, she decided to ask Kingsley to get her a print of the photo to frame for her nightstand.

Tim approached with a fresh drink and seeing Annabeth leaned over the paper had a clear view of a spectacular breast covered by nearly transparent lingerie, as well as the top of a stocking on her thigh and one of the suspenders holding it up. Whether Annabeth could admit it to herself or not, Tim knew then that she was on the prowl for cock. Perhaps he could be of assistance.

"I saw that story before, what a great photo," Tim said as he looked over her shoulder and refilled her tea.

"Remind you of anyone?" Annabeth asked.

"Sort of looks like… Is that you?" Tim asked, shocked that he didn't make the connection. At this point he also realized he should have read the story more closely. Or at all when he thought about it.

"That's me!" Annabeth grinned.

"So you work at Hogwarts?"

"You could say that, I'm the new Headmistress. That's sort of why I need to learn about quidditch," she grinned.

"Oh. Cool, that's pretty impressive Ms. Chase," Tim said, suddenly more formal. He was taken back as this was no longer some late twenties office girl out for some dick, but a professional woman at the top of her career. That was out for some dick, but still, his approach would have to be upgraded and he wasn't sure how.

"It's Annabeth, please Tim. I get enough formality at school."

"Uh, yeah sure Annabeth. Hey you probably have a lot of important stuff to do if you, well, you don't have to give me a lift. I can catch a match another time and"

"Tim, is there going to be another match between now and Wednesday?"

"Uh, not that I know of." He replied.

"Then I really can't wait, I need to know something about it. Monday I have to rebuild the stadium with only a century old blueprint to guide me, and the students will expect it to be there when they arrive Wednesday. I would appreciate it if we could go. I mean, if you have a girlfriend that wants to go with you instead I understand, and I can give both of you a lift but"

"No, no! I'm uh, very single. Very. Its not that, its… well, you just went to warp speed on the intimidation factor."

"Tim, don't feel that way, please! I'm just a regular woman like anyone else you know. Besides, you once saw me throw your praetor to the ground while I was unarmed and surrounded by five cohorts of crack Roman soldiers fresh from battle. You should have been intimidated by me a long, long time ago," she grinned. "Now, stop that foolishness, you need a lift and I need your help. Are we going to do this?"

"That would be great, thanks. I'll get your check though."

"You don't have to do that" Annabeth started to say.

"I can't brag to my friends about going on a date with you if I don't buy dinner… uh, can I brag to my friends about going on a date with you or is there some praetor somewhere that will kill me?"

"No praetor, I'm very single too, but I'm not sure about the date thing though. Can we start with old acquaintances helping each other out and see where it goes?" Annabeth replied. It wasn't as though she wouldn't go on a date with Tim, he seemed like a nice guy, but she didn't need any more troubles in her love life at the moment. Still she wouldn't push him away either, she just wanted to see if they clicked before she let him put his junk inside her.

"Oh sure, I didn't mean to presume that we" Tim started to reply until Annabeth interrupted him.

"Tim, don't overthink it. I'm in a weird state of mind relationship wise and I'd love to hang out with you tonight, I just don't want either of us to have to deal with the whole dating thing, too much nervousness and pressure to impress each other and… I just don't want to deal with all that now. I am open to possibilities, don't think I'm saying you're not quite attractive, I'm not saying that at all," she smiled with a wink.

"You too Annabeth, you too. Give me a minute and we can get out of here," Tim said as he turned to take care of the check.

'He has a cute butt. I wonder if guys like it when women eat their ass? It felt good to me but, hmmm, more investigation is needed. Oh stop being a gross ass slut you ho! Just suck his cock, you know he will like that… wait a sec, that doesn't seem like me, well, I am a first date BJ girl now so, oh shit here he comes, focus slut!" Annabeth thought, and then tried to suppress her libido through willpower. She failed.

'Okay Tim, you got this. Just go slow, she's probably conservative so just missionary position on a first date. I wonder if she sucks cock? Of course she does, they all do. Gods that ass though! I wonder if… well, she's Greek so maybe but… shut the fuck up Tim and don't fuck this up!" Tim thought to himself, as he was about to tell the manager to take Annabeth's tab out of his check. When he mentioned she was the new Headmistress, the manager comped it, which saved Tim the money and Chase would never know it wasn't him.