Chapter 5: up, up, up: Piper
I apologize that it took so long, it took me a bit to decide who's point of view it should be in, Also, sorry that this chapter sucks.
We got off of the plane and Annabeth hailed a taxi. As there was ten of us, Reyna got one too. I've always wanted to travel in one of the British taxis, as the black is just so different from the yellow and orange of LA and New York. Jason and I got a seat in the first One, with Annabeth, Percy, and Leo, who was fiddling with wires and muttering under his breath. I couldn't make out everything he was saying, but his face looked like he was thinking a mile a minute. Annabeth told the driver to take us to some pub, and he, in turn, said that such a place did not exist. With a confused look on her face, she told him to just take us to Charing Cross Road, which he was more than happy to do.
Upon arriving, we were reunited with our other half, and Annabeth brought us to a pub, which was called The Leaky Cauldron. The passer-bys didn't seem to notice the pub at all, which I thought was weird, as it seemed to be very lively. We all walked in, and I immediately understood why they didn't acknowledge the building. I figured it was something of the same sort of the mist, blocking out the magic from the eyes of the mortals, as there seemed to be magic in the way the place was run. Once again Annabeth showed her superiority by not telling us anything and instead walking up to the counter and telling asking the man for our keys. When she turned back to us she produced three keys, and told us to separate according to our will with two of them. Then Thalia asked who the third room was for, not being very inconspicuous with her wink. Annabeth just rolled her eyes and didn't answer. She didn't need to. We all know about the nightmares that have plagued their dreams ever since they returned from the depths of Tartarus. The remaining eight of us split into two groups of four, girls and boys, and made our way up to the rooms, where we immediately crashed of exhaustion. You'd think that my mind would be blown by all of this magic, but, honestly, why shouldn't it be true? Greek mythology isn't supposed to exist, so can't wizards be legit too? I mean, the Hecate kids can't be the only ones, can they?
The next morning Annabeth came in looking exhausted but excited nonetheless.
"UP, UP, UP! We haven't got all day you lazy butts, we have a lot of shopping to do."
Hazel, Reyna, and I got right up, but Thalia on the other hand, that girl was not going anywhere.
"Come on, sleepy times over, we have to go shopping now," I attempted my charmspeak on her, "Come on, as Annabeth said, up,up,up." Still no response.
Annabeth scowled a bit and called Percy from the other room, where he was waking the other four up, and motioned at the sleeping daughter of Zeus. Percy grinned like a madman and shot a hard stream of water her way from the bathroom. The effects were immediate. Shooting up, Thalia gave a very colorful stream of cuss words aimed at Percy, who was currently rolling on the floor. The boys, who heard the commotion from the room across the hall, came to investigate. They instantly guessed what had happened, and joined Percy on the floor. Even Reyna gave a decent sized smile.
"Stop laughing you-," Thalia Gave another set of curses as she went to the bathroom to get changed.
We sent the boys back and got dressed in random clothes, as we didn't want to seem like those cheesy people with matching shirts. Also from what I understand the Wizards can see more into the mist, and they may not be the most friendly to a group of teenagers carrying swords around. Not the best first impression. However, we weren't going anywhere unarmed, and the short sleeved camp shirts aren't the best at concealing large weapons.