Teddy's POV
"Jennifer?"
A girl with curly brown hair and two pink strands in the front, tied up in a ponytail walked over. She was about 5'5 and had on a bright orange tee like Reagan's and combat boots. I wonder what's with all the orange. It's really bright. Judging from her skin tone, she was mixed, just like Fred and Roxanne(A/N-I'm really not trying to be a racist by mentioning her skin tone. I don't judge people by the color of their skin, I only mentioned this fact because this OC was DaugterofHades's and she made her this way.)She walked over and frowned at Reagan, who was groaning as she attempted to sit up, blood staining her shirt and mud caking her arms.
"Who are you?" She asked warily and narrowed her eye as she knocked another arrow, this time aiming at us. She gave off the cold, dangerous aura Reagan had. Somehow I knew she would kill without hesitation.
My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, not yet fully apprehending what happened a moment earlier. Those three monstrous beings and Reagan killing it. Those knives appearing out of nowhere. The bow clutched in 'Jennifer's' hands and quiver slung across her back. How those creatures exploded into sand. Reforming. How the spells didn't work on the creatures.
It all doesn't make sense. It's against everything Hogwarts had ever taught. I felt helpless not knowing the answer, scared of the truth, afraid of how messed up the world is. Magic was all they taught at Hogwarts. If they don't work in the real world, we would be defenseless and unable to do anything.
I felt like I didn't know Reagan at all.
On the other hand, I felt like I was closer to unraveling Reagan's mystery than ever. Something that felt like excitement bloomed inside.
"Easy Jen, they're cool." At these words, this 'Jennifer' person lowered her bow but still held it tight, showing us she still can shoot us before we can even draw our wands. Speaking of wands, Reagan still got mine so I was actually defenseless.
If I die, I leave everything to Victoire and Lily.
Reagan whispered something to Jennifer, who leaned down to listen. After a moment of hesitation, she reluctantly put her arrow back to her quiver, though she still looked at us warily.
Better that glaring like she wanted us dead.
"Um, guys? I can explain. Just go get the others first, kay?" Reagan winced as if just thinking about explaining gave her a headache. Considering the amount of blood she lost, it probably did. She looked like a wreck, covered head to toe in filth and blood, all her composure and dignity gone as she tried to slow the bleeding.
She looked nothing like the Reagan I knew.
But then again, after the weirdness that occurred a couple minutes ago, I got used to being surprised. Reagan could sprout a second head for all I care, and I wouldn't even bat an eye.
Although I would much rather she didn't.
"C'mon." Ginny called me over, snapping me out of my daze. I hadn't even realized I had stood there staring for a good minute. Slowly we trudged out of the woods, still tense and prepared to fight if more giant grims popped out.
I looked at the people around me, seeing how they were coping with what happened. The adults seemed scared and shaken up, and I don't blame them. Dominique was deathly pale as she pulled Lily and Lucy close to her, whether to offer them comfort or look for comfort herself. Albus looked paralyzed as Scorpious whispered quietly to him. Even James was, for once, silent.
We trudged back in silence, each still processing what happened. As soon as we were in sight, relieved yells came from the other kids as they ran towards us. We were halfway to the picnic table when they reached us, worried voices asking if we were okay, asking what happened, and...
"Wait! Where's Reagan?" Victoire, who thankfully had recovered from her daze after seeing her sister alive and well, looked around tensely.
No one answered, instead the adults pulled away for one of their 'meetings', talking in hushed tones as to not worry the teens. Surprisingly, Dominique was the one who briefed the others about those monsters. James just held on to Lily and Albus, who for once didn't shrug off his brother's touch. Molly checked Lucy over and once she was sure her little sister was alright, she enveloped her in a big hug, reminding me of Grandma Molly. I smiled at that thought. It seemed like light years ago since we saw them, when in reality it's just a couple of days.
So much had happened.
I turned to the adults and frowned, having caught snippets of their conversation.
"...leave for England, it's too dangerous..."
"...send a patronus..."
"...Hermione will know what to do..."
My blood ran cold after I processed the real meaning behind their words. They were planning to go back to England...without Reagan.
Anger coursed through my veins. Reagan was my best friend, she was family. And the one thing Harry had taught me was that you never abandon family. My dad had once abandoned me and mom, just after I was born. Thankfully Harry convinced him to go back. I wasn't going to watch the same tragedy replay, to my best friend nevertheless.
"You're just going to have us pack our bags and leave? Without Reagan? She's family! You can't abandon family! Running away isn't going to solve any problems. She's injured and dying out there and you're just going to leave?"
"She's dying?" Victoire shrieked. She cared about Reagan just as much as I did, maybe even more. We were all best friends and there was no way we're leaving without her. "Teddy's right! We can't leave! We have to help her! She can't die!"
Aunt Angelina looked at us sympathetically. Maybe, just maybe there was hope.
But Ginny stood her ground resolutely. That woman can be really stubborn when she wanted to. "She's dangerous! You don't know who she is and what is she capable of. Has she ever mentioned her past to you before, huh? We were fine back in England, no...monsters after us. And then she comes in and we get attacked? What sort of person walks around with weapons anyway? My children were this close from dying! We cannot stay here!" Ginny held her index finger and thumb barely apart to show how close they were.
Normally I would understand why she was in near hysterics, her children being in danger moments earlier. But this time I truly snapped. It scares me how quickly family could turn on family. Just half an hour ago Reagan was helping Ginny make lemonade and now she won't even say Reagan's name. I was half werewolf. I understand how people who you think were friends would turn on you once they know what you are. I was so glad when everyone didn't turn away from me, happy my family accepted me, very surprised when I actually made friends at Hogwarts. Reagan was my first friend and there was no way I'm leaving.
"Your children made the decision to go into those fucking woods. Your children made the decision to run into those fucking monsters. Both you and all your children would've been dead if Reagan didn't save them! They left without a scratch and Reagan was injured for the fault they fucking put themselves in! She could've left them to die but she didn't! And now you're going to fucking leave her, after all she's done? You can leave for all you want, contact Hermione, go back to England , but I'm staying here!"
My anger made me lose my filter. In front of a group of teens, the youngest being twelve. Despite the situation, my brain very unhelpfully told me that if Lily and Lucy started to swear, it would totally be my fault. Call me old fashioned but Harry raised me this way.
"I'm also staying!" Victoire set her foot into this matter, staring defiantly at her mom.
I could tell the adults, besides Ginny, were wavering. So there is hope after all. I decided it was time to put my clincher. The clincher was the most important sentence in a persuasive essay. The most persuasive fact that would conclude my speech and convince the adults to stay and at least listen to Reagan's explanation.
"And she still has my wand."
Nailed it.
After the adults had transformed all of the teen's phones back into wands we returned to the woods. This time much more cautiously, although I doubt those grim things would return. I realized the wands weren't used to fend off those monsters but to protect us against Reagan. As if she was the monster.
That thought filled me with anger. It didn't help that the full moon was right around the corner and I have been known to be, in James' word, 'more bitchy than a girl who is PMSing'.
I briefly wondered if what I did was the right thing before shaking off that thought. Of course it was. She was Reagan, good ole' Reagan who would have James hit me in the face with a frying pan if I zonked out. Actually, maybe I should just leave her here...
As if sensing my uncertainty and distress, Victoire reached over and squeezed my hand reassuringly. My stomach filled with butterflies. Yeah, I was just nervous because Reagan was going to explain and I would finally find an answer, an explanation for all this. I had dreamed about this day a lot, where Reagan would finally open up and tell me everything. And now it's finally here.
And the fact that Victoire is holding my hand had nothing to do with the butterflies.
We walked through the clearing (I noticed Aunt Ginny tightening her hold on her wand) and soon the two girls came into view. We had went through precautions because Ginny had insisted(more like forced), giving them ample to scatter the sand all over the place(most likely to stop those things from reforming), collect and polish their weapons, transfigure Reagan's wands back, scourgify herself clean, and make her a temporary bandage out of a strip of cloth to slow the bleeding.
"Ha! I knew they'll come back! Jennifer, you owe me five drachmas." Reagan crowed as soon as we were in view. It saddens me to think she had considered the options of us running away. Which we had, but still.
The other girl mumbled darkly before handing five golden coins, not unlike a galleon, to Reagan. As she turned, Victoire caught a glimpse of blood and gasped as she ran over to mother Reagan. I walked over too and she tossed me my wand, which she had held hostage. James had surprised all of us, once again, by running over and hugging Reagan and promised to never switch her shampoo for ink again. I guess being in a life or death situation can make even the most troublesome person mature.
The rest of them stopped ten feet away, unwilling or scared to come closer. Aunt Angelina shifted uncomfortably and cleared her throat. "Reagan, I believe you owe us an explanation." Everyone quieted down and I looked at her expectantly.
Reagan rubbed the back of her neck uncertainly before her eyes landed on Rose. "Remember the statues and tapestries we saw at the MET? The one of the Greek gods? Well they're real. All Greek myths are real. Sometimes these gods and goddesses come down to earth and have affairs with mortals, which includes everyone who is not immortal. Including wizards and witches. Lou could definitely explain the whole magic thing better, but yeah, their offspring are called demigods. Half human..."
"Half god." Rose (always the practical one) finished for her. "But..but, that's not possible! You're telling me you're half god and the Greek myths are real? And you expect us to believe you? Prove it." I agreed with Rose, it was very hard to believe and definitely not what I had expected, even after theorizing for years. Suddenly the fantasy that Reagan's mom was a mermaid living in the Black lake was very realistic compared to what she just sprang on us.
Jennifer suddenly cut in annoyedly. "Look, she just kill three hellhounds in front of your own eye and you don't believe her? How thick can you be?"
"Just because they saw through the mist doesn't mean anything. There are monsters in the magic world. Can you do the whole daughter-of-Apollo thing? Please..." At this point I was really confused. What were they talking about.
"Fine. Only because you're injured." Jennifer huffed before closing her eye and muttered something under her breath. It was a different language, maybe Greek? Suddenly the air was warmer and a beam of sunlight peeked through the treetops, providing a natural spotlight for Jennifer. Her body started to glow lightly as a holographic lyre appeared on top of her head.
And then she opened her eyes and it all disappeared.
"Now do you believe me?" Reagan crossed her arms, looking smug before wincing because she moved her back too much.
"It could just be wandless magic." Rose shot back. "Or a secretly cast spell."
"She's not even a witch! And how many people other than Dumbledore knows wandless magic. Huh, Rose? How about zero? Gods I wish one of the big three was here. Summon a wave or strike some lightning and maybe a couple dancing skeletons and then they'll believe us." She threw her hands up exasperatedly and glared at the sky before immediately setting her arms down and groaned in pain.
Any thoughts I had about believing her disappeared when she mentioned dancing skeletons.
"She's right, Rose. Zat eez not like any magic I have seen before." It was true, the glowing holographic gave off a powerful aura I had never felt before in any spells. But still the theory was very hard to believe.
"Look, I know you might still doubt me, but I'll answer all the questions. I'll prove it to you...if you want to know. If you'd rather pretend this never happened, I understand too. But I'll have to wipe your memory, we can't have you knowing all that information and running off to tell your minister of magic. Make a choice." Reagan stated matter of factly. Jennifer looked at her like she's crazy and they had a heated conversation in Greek.
The adults exchanged looks, but eventually the curiosity got to them. "We'll listen." Ginny said, loosening her grip on her wand slightly.
"So as I was saying, the gods have half mortal children called demigods. They gave off a powerful scent that attracts monsters like the one seen earlier. The big threes, child of Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades, gave off a particularly strong scent. My mom isn't as important so I lived a semi-normal monster-free life. Those hellhounds you saw earlier was sniffing at the camp boundaries. Camp Half-Blood is our home, the only safe for demigods to live and train. Mr. D and Chiron runs the camp."
I took in these information eagerly, slowly believing her words. From the Greek myths I had read, and what Rose had talked about yesterday, the centaur Chiron train great demigod heroes- Perseus, Achilles, Theseus, Atalanta...
"If what you say is true, show us. Bring us to the camp." Rose demanded, rolling her eyes at the 'lies' Reagan was telling.
"My pleasure."
We trudged through the trees for a couple minutes before coming to a stop in front of a hill. I didn't see what's so special about it. It's just a hill.
"Half Blood Hill." Jennifer said fondly as she started up. I fell into step with Reagan and offered her my hand. You know, always help the injured.
"What a gentleman." She teased before growing thoughtful. "Big day for you, huh? Always wondered about the 'Reagan mystery'. Now be honest. Are you disappointed my mom isn't a mermaid or part vampire?" My eyes widened. That little...bugger (I actually had other choice word but let's keep this rated T) was in my head again.
"Stop reading my thoughts." I smacked her arm lightly.
"Just because you can't doesn't mean I shouldn't." I rolled my eyes and made a mental note to shove her as hard as I can when she is not injured. See? I'm actually NICE, unlike someone who randomly read your mind and hit you with frying pans.
"I think you have a frying pan phobia." Reagan stated, dead serious, before her lips twitched uncontrollably as she tried to contain her laughter. Forget my morals and being nice, I shoved her.
"Woah!" Aunt Angelina said as she reached the top. The view in front took my breath away. Pristine green grass covering the entire expanse. A handful of colorful cabins were arranged in a Greek omega. Buildings and arenas built in Ancient Greek style was scattered here and there. In the distance was a cluster of trees and the beach could be seen. A lake adorned the center of Camp Half Blood. To the far left was strawberry fields filled with ripened, sweet fruits and a large blue house with a wrap-around porch.
Actually, that's not the first thing I saw or the first thought I had.
The first thing I saw was all the campers walking around, talking by the volleyball court, canoeing in the lake, each wearing an orange t-shirt like Reagan and Jennifer. Why are they so obnoxiously bright? Was the first thought that came to my mind.
Then I noticed the scenery and went all Wow.
A sudden movement in my right caught my attention. "Holy..." I trailed off, staring at the steam that came from what looked like nostrils...of a dragon.
"Peleus." Jennifer said calmly and petted said thing on the head, like dragons were everyday pets that doesn't bite your head off or breath fire or rip you limb to limb or kill you... Yeah, I think you get my point.
"Cool!" Louis exclaimed and took a step closer, only to be growled at.
"Charlie would love this." Uncle George marveled at the large creature, who is currently wrapped around a pine tree. A couple others nodded in agreement while the rest just took in the view of Camp Half Blood.
Reagan stood beside me taking it all in. "Home sweet home." So this is where Reagan stayed during the summer. The place where she most likely grew up in. Then she turned to me with a genuine smile and what looked like pride shone in her eyes. I realized she was proud of her home, proud to be here, and most definitely proud to be a demigod.
She raised a hand and gestured towards the entire camp.
"Welcome to my world."
We were currently in what Jennifer called the Big House. It was big and it was a house so I guess the name was quite reasonable.
Reagan didn't even take one step inside before a blonde boy came out of nowhere, took one look at the blood, and dragged her to the infirmary. A very loud string of curse switching from English to Greek to French followed.
Jennifer had introduced us to the legendary centaur, who was actually a man in a wheelchair, as 'the weird bunch of magical peeps Reagan associates with'. I didn't know if I should be offended or just throw Reagan into the lake the next time I see her.
Chiron looked at us with a surprised expression and what looked like fear shone in his eyes. That send chills down my spine. His eyes were filled with wisdom and an unspoken sadness, the result of witnessing thousands of heroes' deaths. If Chiron was scared, then the situation was definitely bad.
"Please go and get Lou, dear." He said to Jennifer who hesitated for a fraction of seconds before running off.
He then looked at us and massaged his temples, as if talking to us is headache inducing. Before he could think of anything to say, Rose found the courage to cut in.
"This is ridiculous! You aren't even a centaur!" Rose pointed out. She inherited her mother's thirst for knowledge and her father's stubbornness. The red hair just added to the effect.
"Maybe this will help." Chiron started to stand, which should've been impossible for anyone in a wheelchair, and his entire...well, lower body came out of a compartment in the wheelchair. He stood their in all his centaur glory, head bent as to not hit the ceiling, and motioned to his lower body. "Do you believe me now?"
Rose sputtered and didn't know what to say. "Y-you...you're really the Chiron?"
"Yes, I am."
"And the Greek gods really are real?"
Before that question was answered, a short, pudgy man with a pot belly in a leopard print suit strolled in casually, waving a stack of cards. "Yes it's true. Mind blowing, I know. Now stop stalling, Chiron has a game to play. So all of you brats, shoo. Off you go."
Ginny frowned at how rude this man was. She was just starting to believe Chiron when this...pig come walking in like he owned the place. "And who are you?"
"Feisty." The man muttered but didn't introduce himself, instead letting a grape vine sprout through the crack in the floor and wrapping it around her foot tightly, preventing Ginny's movement.
Chiron gave the man a long look before he finally relented, the grape vines disappearing as if it had never been there in the first place.
"Please forgive my colleague. This is Dionysus, the Greek god of wine. But in this camp, we refer to him as Mr.D. He runs the camp, whereas I am the activities director."
This was not how I expected my first encounter with a god would go. Nor how I expected a god would look. But one look from those purple irises that seemed to be filled with madness made me keep my thoughts quiet. Chiron exchanged a few words with Dionysus and I took this time to look around. They rest of them looked just as shaken up as I am, maybe even more. Aunt Ginny's eyes were trained on where the vines were just a minute ago, too scared to move.
After Mr.D left to find someone else to play cards with, Chiron explained a little more about demigods and the whole works before the door opened and two girls walked in.
"Got her." Jennifer said, not even out of breath after running across camp and back.
The other girl had dark, purplish hair and green eyes. I assumed this was the 'Lou' person Chiron and Reagan had talked about. She looked around and her gaze landed on Aunt Ginny, then Aunt Fleur, then Uncle George, Aunt Angelina, and finally us.
"Oh it's actually you! I knew you'd come. I'm Lou Ellen Blackstone, daughter of Hecate, goddess of magic." She said excitedly. To demonstrate, she pulled out her wand and transfigured a chair into a pig then back again. I gawked at her, transfiguring an animate object to an inanimate object was hard enough, not to mention the reversed.
"Blackstone. I could've sworn I heard that name somewhere." Aunt Angelina tapped her chin in thought.
"My dad is an auror, he's close friends with the American minister of magic. Heard he's at a ministry convention right now." It seemed strange to me to find someone so normal amid this chaos with the gods and whatnot.
"So I get you have some questions about all this." She gestured to the camp, to the whole Greek god thing, and to life in general. "I'll start by telling you how your world have to do with our's. So you already know the Greek gods exist, right? Well, about two millennias ago, my mother Hecate blessed this group of people with her magic. They became the first witch and wizards. They passed this magic along through their offsprings and soon there was an entire population of magical people. Occasionally, Mother would go and bless non-magical mortals. They're what you call muggleborns. Muggleborns tend to be very smart and powerful since they got their magic directly from Hecate, instead of from blood which diluted over time. Lily Evans and Hermione Granger is an example of that."
I nodded, it made sense. A quick glance around the room told me that everyone believed her. Not just believe, they were clinging on to her every word.
"Mother had demigod children that are wizards or witches, they were exceptionally powerful. Name Merlin and Morgana for instance. The other gods also had children with witch and wizards. The ichor in their veins enhanced their magic and gave those less powerful gods a chance of a powerful offspring. But they usually pick purebloods who's magic was diluted and not as strong as those who are freshly blessed. Otherwise...two gods' power running in your veins fighting for dominance would literally burn you up." She shuddered at that and I tried to not cringe at the mental image.
"Godric Gryffindor- son of Ares. Helga Hufflepuff- daughter of Demeter. Rowena Ravenclaw- daughter of Athena. Salazar Slytherin and Grindelwad- sons of Hades. And you have a lot more but I really don't want to name them. Also, I am 99.9% sure Draco Malfoy is a son of Athena. Which makes you a legacy." This was directed at Scorpious, who squirmed under everyone's attention. Disbelief was clearly etched on to everyone's face.
"Oh, c'mon. Do you think a magic item like the vanishing cabinet could be fixed with a single 'reparo'?" She stared at us like we were the stupidest thing on earth. Which we aren't, or at least I'm not. I can't be too sure about James... There was this time he got dared to act like a dog for ten minutes and ended up drinking out of the toilet...
Slowly, Aunt Angelina raised her hand to ask a question. "Why do some spells work on those hellhounds but other doesn't?" It had been the question on my mind for a while now, too preoccupied by other information to ask.
"That brings us to the topic of physical spells. If you use incendio to burn the monsters, the fire you conjured is the thing that is burning it, not the spell. For example, if you came across a werewolf but doesn't have a silver knife, you can transifigure something into a silver blade and use wingardium leviosa to stab it. Technically it's the physical blade that did the killing. So if you just cast Avada kedavra, it won't work. You can use magic to control a physical matter, but just a spell won't work. Do you get it?" Come to think of it, it made a lot of sense. The rope thing, incendio, and aquamenti were all physical spells.
We all listened patiently as she explained more about how these two worlds' impact on each other and the bloodbaths that followed. After she was done, Chiron appointed Jennifer to give us a tour. Boy was I ready to leave all the tales of gore and glory behind.
We trudged down to where the cabins were and found Reagan leaning against one, fuming as she sucked on a peach flavored lollipop.
"Your brother is a bloody menace." Was the first thing she said when we reached her. Jennifer took one look at the smiley face sticker on her forehead and burst out laughing. I noticed she changed into a clean set of clothes- white jean shorts and the orange t-shirt over a pair of beat-up black converse. Her wound looked completely healed- no blood, no nothing. That healed faster than Madam Pomphrey's healing potion, which shouldn't have been possible.
Then she turned to Rose in particular. "Do. You. Believe. Me. Now?" She said slowly, as if talking to a toddler. Rose crossed her arms and begrudgingly nodded. I frowned, Reagan was easygoing and put up with me even during the days around the full moon, it wasn't like her to snap at or mock Rose.
Jennifer raised an eyebrow at the abnormal behavior. "What happened to you, Grumpy?"
"My lovely sister Drew happened." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and laced with what sounded like hate.
"You have a sister?" Molly asked curiously.
"Make that plural and also brothers. But they're just maternal half siblings." These words made me remember something. Throughout this whole ordeal, Reagan had not once mentioned her mother by name, leaving me still clueless to who her mom is. Sure, I now had a major clue but there are tons of Greek goddesses.
"Who is your mom anyways?" I blurted out, unable to wait another second.
Reagan smirked like she heard my early turmoil. Which she probably had. I took joy in the fact that I can now shove her in the lake, now that she's not dying. "Reagan Andromeda Black, daughter of Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love and beauty, at your service." She said, mock-seriously, doing a frivolous bow.
She nudged Jennifer who rolled her eyes but complied. "Jennifer Garcia, daughter of Apollo, not at your service." She stared us down, daring any of us to protest before finally smirking when she realized we weren't.
Uncle George coughed into his fist. "So the tour?"
"Oh yeah. So this is the cabin area. One for each of the Olympians, but minor gods' cabins were being added in. Male gods on the left, female on the right. You each sleep in your respective cabins. Unclaimed campers stay in Hermes since he's the god of travelers but the gods kept to their promise and claims their kids right away now. Chiron will probably find you guys bunks in the Big House or the Hecate cabin."
Two nearly identical boys with curly brown hair laughed at something as they walked by, not noticing us for now. Suddenly Reagan looked up with interest as a wide smile spread over her face.
"Uh oh, I know that look." Victoire, who had been quiet from shock until now, muttered.
"James, I think it's time I introduce you Marauders to two of the best pranksters in the world."
"So, Sharpay Evans had finally returned from England." One of the two identical boys teased as they came over after finally spotting our extremely large group that had attracted more than a couple strange looks throughout the whole tour.
Reagan scowled at them before her features morphed into one of mischief. What was Sharpay Evans anyway? "So I heard Tratie's a thing now. Travis, you owe me. But how about you do something for me and we call it even." Reagan raised an eyebrow.
The two boys, who oddly reminded me of James, glanced at each other and nodded. "We'll do it...within reasons." Clever, Reagan would probably go overboard if they didn't add that condition. Something told me it wasn't the first time they made bets or deals.
"I'm going to introduce you to someone, kay? Stolls, these are the Marauders- James, Fred, and Louis. They're pranksters, jokesters, troublemakers, and currently have a race going on to see who can rack up the most detention. Marauders, these are the Stoll brothers- Travis and Connor. They're not twins, but they're both sons of Hermes, god of lies, gambling, pranks, thief, and other stuff. After the tour, take some time to get to know each other. I have a feeling you'll get along great."
As she walked away, she patted both boys on the shoulders and whispered something to them, her voice so low I almost didn't hear.
"Drew Tanaka must pay."
Sorry for not updating, but this was long and took a lot of time to write and edit. I planned on finishing their tour in this chapter but like I said, it was too long. I won't be updating any of my fics in a couple of weeks because I'm moving to another continent and school had already been started but I'll be attending fifteen days late, which is downright awkward and embarrassing. The plane ticket was actually for August 10, but it got delayed due to COVID. Damn, I hate that thing.
Anyways, review with the people they want the Weasley bunch to meet (as long as they're reasonable because I can't bring dead people back, Percy's 'missing', the Romans are not yet introduced, and the gods are too busy up in Olympus). Also tell me if I made any errors (spelling, grammar...), I really did check over this several times.
Yeah, just drop me a review because I don't write without them and was most definitely disappointed by the lack of reviews in the last chapter. (Not you lucky333123, you were amazing. I was actually toying with that idea at first but this is some other people's OC).
Here's what I'm going to do. I know that twenty people had followed this so I'm going to wait until I get ten reviews (as mentioned above, it is going to several weeks before I settled down enough to write so I'm sure you'll have ample time to review until then) before I update.
I'm not kidding...