Chapter 10

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"Well, that sucked."

Percy's words of wisdom pretty much summed up the potions lesson. Percy drank the poison and drank Harry's antidote, which cured the poison but left Percy doing extreme gymnastics. He had been the star of the class, doing flips and whatnot. Eventually, Slughorn decided it had gone out of hand when one of his cartwheels had brought him right out the window. Percy had somehow caught the ledge of the window, but he ended up dangling while doing the splits against the wall. The professor made a perfect antidote that Annabeth fed Percy out the window.

"I really didn't think it was that bad. Besides, you looked hilarious doing that round-off," Annabeth teased.

"A what now?" Percy asked. "Never mind that, I think that Larry kid has it out to get me."

"You mean Harry?"

"Whatever," Percy dismissed. "Anyways, I think we should keep our eyes on him. He could be the mon- OW!"

As they were talking, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came up behind them. Ron and Hermione swiftly walked by, but Harry gave Percy a hard poke in the head before following his friends.

"Did you see that?" Percy cried indignantly. "I swear, that boy has it out to get me. The next chance I get, I'm gonna- "

"Relax," Annabeth soothed. "He's just a bully, like Nancy Bobofit, or that dude with the dodgeball giant friends."

"I know, but…"

The Great Hall that night…

At the Hufflepuff table, Jason and Piper were joking around, laughing about the day. They had had their first Quidditch lesson, and Jason had taken off before Madam Hooch had told the students to mount their brooms. Before Madam Hooch had time to yell at him, Jason was soaring through the air, doing 100-foot dives, and doing twirls and hairpin turns. Before his feet had even hit the ground, the Hufflepuffs were clamoring to recruit him to the Quidditch team.

Frank and Hazel at the Ravenclaw table were discussing their first Transfiguration class. They were supposed to turn a hedgehog into a hairbrush, which Hazel managed, but Frank's hairbrush would bite him and curl into a ball when he tried to comb his hair. Frank and Hazel had also attended a joint Quidditch lesson with the Hufflepuffs. Frank soared high above the ground, whooping and laughing, but Hazel, being a daughter of Pluto, refused to go higher than four feet.

The Slytherins, on the other hand, where scowling and picking at their food. Only Thalia looked slightly happy. She was somewhat traumatized, having had to fly on a broomstick at large height. Professor McGonagall had gotten passes for Percy and Hazel, so they wouldn't have to go too high, being the sea and underworld gods' children. Thalia, however, was not granted this luxury, and was expected to fly high, as she was the daughter of Zeus.

And at the Gryffindor table, Percy and Annabeth were in conversation.

"You know, I really think that Larry kid is the monster," Percy decided.

"I've told you, his name is Harry, not Larry," Annabeth chided.

"I don't care, I'm calling him Larry."

"Ugh, Seaweed Brain, you're SO stubborn. Anyways, there's no way he could be. He's like, the hero, of this world. Simply the idea of him being evil will probably send any of these magic people into hysterics," Annabeth concluded.

"Well, you have a point," Percy sighed.

"Of course I do. Now eat your mashed potatoes."

"You sound like my mother."

"HEY!"

"Will you guys please shut up?"

Harry's voice broke through the couple's debate like ice. He and his friends had been sitting across from the demigods, hanging on to every word. Percy and Annabeth looked up, shocked at his abruptness.

"Well, that was rude," Annabeth grumbled.

"Yeah, what is your problem, man? You've been after us since you met us. What do you want from us?" Percy questioned.

"Oh, you want to go there?" Harry's eyes flashed, murderously underneath his glasses. "Tell you what. Tonight. Midnight. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It's the best room for curses."

"Curses?" Annabeth asked. "Why do we need a room that's good for curses?"

"Wow, mate," Ron sighed. "You really are dim."

"Hey!" Percy yelled. "Don't you dare call my girlfriend dim!"

"As I was saying," Harry glared at the other four. "This is how real wizards challenge each other to a duel."

"Are you saying we're not wizards?" Annabeth leaned towards them.

"If you were a real wizard, you would accept," Harry challenged.

Percy and Annabeth exchanged a look. Percy looked Harry dead in the eye.

"You're on."