Percy

Ron and Harry came over to Percy pulling him up off Annabeth's lap, onto his feet. He protested with groans. They put his arms around their necks to support his weight, and then worked together to bring him inside. Hermione walked behind the boys with Annabeth, their arms looped together.

They first brought him to the bathroom, Hermione and Annabeth worked to clean him up while Ron and Harry retrieved fresh clothes from the dorms. They were careful not to let anyone go anywhere alone for safety precautions.

Hermione gently pulled the glass out of Percy's hands, while Annabeth held the upper half of his body in her lap while she fed him ambrosia.

After he finished off as much as he was supposed to eat of the ambrosia muffins, she asked for Hermione to hand her a wet rag.

"Would you mind getting me a wet, warm rag please?"

"Of course."

She stood, heading over to the sink right as the boys came into the room with fresh clothes. An assortment of garments, a shirt, pants, and a robe as they all wore.

They closed the door very quietly behind them. They didn't want to alarm any professors that might be lingering in the halls.

Hermione handed the warm rag she had retrieved to Annabeth.

"How are we going to get these clothes on him…" Ron looked from the arm full of clothes he held to the boy that lay on the floor, looking sickly pale with dark circles under his eyes.

"We just strip him of his clothes right here right now and change him. We can make the girls leave." Harry chuckled.

Hermione and Annabeth shot him a glare in unison.

"We are not doing such a thing!" Hermione snapped.

Harry and Ron chuckled a little then Ron leaned over to Harry and said, "We might want to be careful with what we say… Hermione and Annabeth are very similar. They might just kill us both in our sleep." They both chuckled again.

Hermione blew an exasperated breath, "You two are insufferable sometimes. He is hurt! This is certainly not how we treat our guests and our friends. So for once, stop being such idiots!"

Harry put up his hands and leaned against the wall sliding down to the ground. Ron sat down beside him, silent.

Percy let out a small laugh. Everyone's attention drew towards him.

"She-ntold ..you," he slurred. His eyes were still shut, and he was as still as he was before. But at least they knew he was conscious.

Annabeth shook her head, and dragged the cloth across his mouth, and face. Cleaning off the dirt and grime. And the blood streaked down his face from when he had touched his face at some point.

Hermione finished cleaning the blood from his hands and disinfecting the wound. Percy hadn't even flinched when she had pulled the glass shards that were buried deep into his bloody flesh. Maybe he just couldn't feel it, but she highly doubted this was the case.

"Give me the gauze would you?" she asked one of the boys.

Ron reached forward digging into the medical kit, pulling out the gauze he threw it to Hermione. With the sudden shock of something being thrown at her, she dropped Percy's hand from midair to catch the gauze.

"Careful!" Annabeth scolded, but it seemed more directed towards Ron than it had to Hermione.

After Percy was cleaned, and his wounds treated. They let him sleep peacefully on Annabeth's lap. Releaving him of the torture of being moved.

The bathroom was dead silent. They all looked at each other awkwardly.

"So… you're a school… of wizards." she gawked.

Hermione took the liberty of answering. "Yes we are, I was amazed to find out that Greeks were real! I thought they all were only myths."

"After half of the things I have seen… I'm not too shocked to hear that wizards are real. But… a school! For wizards. The construction of the school seems magnificent,"

"There's a book in the library that has the layout of the school's blue prints. I would love to show it to you if you would like. Of course there are some things we have found that are not put in the blue prints."

As the girls nerded out, the boys looked at each other. Completely doomed of boredom.

Both of their eyes burned, the temptation to fall asleep poking at them.

"Bloody hell… I would sleep on the floor if I was sure that one of the girls wouldn't yell at me."

"Honestly…" Harry agreed with his best friend.