Percy
The table of Gryffindors went crazy and cheered. Percy could glanced over at Annabeth, she seemed mostly happy. His shoulders shrank seeing her talking to her fellow Ravenclaw's not caring that he had been chosen for Gryffindor.
He joined his table and was greeted with pats on the back. And some smiles and compliments. But it mostly all was drowned out. I wave a dizziness washed over him making him stumble onto the bench. Hermione stood and scolded those who crowded him. "Give him some space!"
Everyone seemed to calm down and sit. "Are you okay?" she asked him. Percy's vision started to blur and his ears rang. This time Ron was looking over at him with a worried look on his face. But Harry only glared at him.
Nausea had overtaken his stomach, which made matters worse. His voice finally found him, "I-I'm going to head to the…." he spaced out for a few seconds until said, " dorms."
Ron and Hermione looked at him, their faces tight with confusing and worry. But Harry's scowl only deepened. "Do you need someone to walk you there? You look terrible." said Ron.
It took Percy a few minutes to process what they were telling him. "Percy?" Hermione touched his arm and pulled away stumbling off the bench. "No.. no I'm fine." he had to focus to make sure he did not trip over his own feet. Some of the room quieted, he could feel cold eyes following him out of the room.
Percy shoved his hands into his pockets. He steadied his feet, and was taking deep breaths.
He almost made it to the dorms, thanks to the talking pictures on the wall. His walking had gotten better, every now and then he would place his hand on the wall so he wouldn't fall.
Deep breaths, deep breaths.
He kept telling himself.
A soft voice echoed past him. "Percy?" footsteps followed. A cold hand touched his arm. He startled looking over, but he quickly relaxed seeing it was Annabeth. "Are you okay? I saw you leave." her grey eyes studied him as though he were a book. Percy's eyebrows creased.
"You look troubled, are you okay babe?" Percy drew back. Babe? When had she ever called him babe? "It will be okay, I'm here now," she stepped closer to him. Percy had backed away until his back touched the cold stone. She pressed foreward. Annabeth slid her hands up his chest until their were on his cheeks. He wanted to say something, or push her away, but he couldn't seem to get his body to move. One of her hands strayed and pushed through his hair.
"I'm here…" her voice dropped had dropped into a whisper.
She leaned her face towards him until their lips were inches away from touching.
"Your not.." his words slurred. He put his hands up and with all he had, he pushed her away. She stumbled back surprised. "What do you mean babe?" she slowly made her way back to him. "It's me, Annabeth," Percy shook his head. He pushed himself off the wall and tried to keep walking. "Wow, your smarter than I thought you would be in this condition," she said laughing. She easily shoved him back onto the wall. "It looks like we have to do this the hard way." she went to kiss him when Annabeth's called frantically down the hall. But it wasn't the Annabeth in front of him. The girl in front of him let out a growl.
Percy tried to push her away again, but she had a surprisingly good grip on him. She looked at him again. She pushed her lips against.
Percy's body went limp. He fell to his knees, and fell into his side. The girl's wicked laugh echoed in his head. Within seconds she vanished, a curdling scream followed.
