Thalia's POV
As we walked downstairs, I noticed that the bushy brown haired girl kept glancing back at us. What is wrong with her? Is she having a hard time realising that we will be teachers? Who knows, although I am getting a vibe from her that suggests that she would be a good hunter if she was given the chance. No, scratch that thought, she's too attached to the ginger walking beside her.
Reaching the worn table, I sat down with a sigh. Suddenly, a tall ginger appeared in front of me out of thin air.
"Hello. My name is George. Who are you?" he asked innocently.
"Thalia. My name is Thalia." I replied. If I remember correctly Nico had said something about one of the Weasley's dying in a battle or something.
"So George. What do you do?" I asked, maybe I would find out if he was 'Fred Weasleys' brother.
"I run a joke shop. I used to run it with my twin but, he died in a war with Lord Voldemort."
"Lord Voldemort. Did you just say Lord Voldemort?" Nico butted in.
"Yes. Did you like, meet him or something?" George asked suspiciously.
"Ha, no. But I would've like to. He skipped death quite a lot of times. Gave my dad a humongous amount of paper work to do. He even made Thantos angry, that hasn't happened since 'Harry Potter' was born." Nico replied rather annoyed.
"Who was angry at me for being born?" the boy who must be Harry Potter piped in.
Nicos eyes went wide. Soon enough they were a fiery red. Oh crap, something bad is going to happen. I started to get up to tackle Nico if he stated to attack. I didn't need to. As soon as the fire had appeared, it had vanished.
"Well at least you don't carry one and a bit souls now. Thantos will be pleased." He said whilst extending his hand. Harry grasped it; shook and then Nico had gone. Oh fuck, he must have gone to the underworld. No wait, he had just shadow travelled to the dining room, why he couldn't have just walked there. I don't know.
"DINNER" a shout came from the dining room. Finally, food. The gods will get their dinner now.
Percy's POV
"Dinner, dinner, dinner." I sang whilst dancing to the table.
The food looked wonderful, although there was no blue food.
"Ah, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley. Can we light a fire? If we don't sacrifice some food to the gods, we will become monster feed." Thalia asked.
"Sure." Suddenly a tiny fire danced in the centre of the table. Helping ourselves to some food, we scrapped off half of it. I looked up and saw small ginger with his mouth open.
"What?" I asked self consciously.
"That is perfectly good food. Why are you wasting it by burning it?" he asked, rather rudely.
"And we are perfectly good examples of the demigod race. If I don't want to be monster fodder then the food must die." I replied. Seriously, why don't they know that?
"What is a demigod?" the brown haired one asked.
"Well, what is your name?"
"Hermione" supplied Hermione.
"Well, Hermione. A demigod is what the name says. Half mortal and half god. My godly parent is Poseidon, god of the sea." I replied.
"Who's your godly parent Thalia?" a tall ginger haired boy asked.
"Zeus. God of the sky."
Everyone's heads turned towards Nico.
"Hades. God of the underworld" still eating.
A look of dawning skittered across everyone's faces. However, a look of determination flashed across Hermione's eyes.
"Prove it."