i don't know what this is, either
501 words, by google docs
Scorpius Malfoy is a nerd. Everybody knows this. He spends practically forty percent of his life at the library, which is why he knows that this aisle wasn't here before.
Peeking down it, he doesn't see any other people browsing the aisles, but he does see books. He likes books.
"It's probably just new," he says aloud to himself, staring to walk down the aisle. None of the books there look new at all. There are books of all different sizes, but they all look centuries old, with most of their titles faded. The few titles Scorpius can see look like they're in a different language.
"This is weird," he notes aloud. He knows that the smart thing to do is probably turn away, but he really wants to see these books. He walks over to a book with shining gold letters, saying something in a different language. He recognizes that it's Greek letters, but he has no idea what they say. "Well, the title is shiny," he says as he grabs the book.
As he touches the book, darkness engulfs him.
…
The first thing he notices is the blinding light. It takes Scorpius several moments to adjust to the light, and when he does, he still doesn't recognize where he is.
He's definitely not in the library anymore.
The next thing he notices is what he's laying on. It's like some sort of pillow, but it's soft. It's almost like a cloud, he realises, sitting up and looking around him. It's all around him, and, pressing his hand onto it, he realises that it is cloud.
He stands up groggily and then turns around.
"Holy shit," he says, staring upwards. He's standing before a man who looks utterly regal; he's at least ten feet tall and sitting on a throne, a crown of leaves in his hair.
Scorpius knows who that is—he's seen paintings of him: the Greek God, Albus. Holy crap.
"That was not quite the reaction I was expecting," Albus says, stepping down from his throne. He shrinks until he's no longer ten feet—he's Scorpius' size.
"Where am I?" Scorpius asks, something buzzing within him. He thinks he already knows the answer, but he thinks it also can't be true.
"Olympus," Albus replies, his eyes glittering.
Oh. It is true.
Every fiber of Scorpius is telling him that this is just in his head, yet…
"How?" he asks, taking another look around.
"I'm a God," Albus replies dryly. "I can do whatever I want."
"Why?" Scorpius asks. He then scolds himself internally; he shouldn't be asking a God so many questions.
"I have some important tasks that need doing. I believe you can do them for me."
Albus puts an arm around Scorpius' shoulder, and it's warm, almost like he was a human, but Scorpius can feel the power buzzing underneath his skin.
"Me?" Apparently Scorpius is unable to form complete sentences. Albus gives him a wide smile, eyes still twinkling.
"Come. We have much to discuss."
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