Some Greek Spawn Goes to Hogwarts

by Sunleaves17

Yeah. This that kind of story. Demigods go to Hogwarts. They save the day, blah blah bah.The Golden Trio doesn't trust the Americans. Really, what's wrong with Americans? Except for the fact that some of them are exceptionally powerful and could blow up people who make them mad. Sorry, I suck at summaries, but this story is fairly good, according to me Rated T for language.

7. Chapter 7

Talking Hats and Fist-Fights
INSPIRATION: The Sunleaves inspiration of strangeness strikes again!
ME: Go away! Where were you when I was doing NaNo? Now you show up? Get your butt back on Mars before I use my awesome demigod powers to destroy you entirely! Now go, you foul piece of scum that grows in gym lockers!
INSPIRATION: Yes ma'am.
Ah. Stupid Inspiration. Runs away when you need it, comes when you don't. Unless Rick had a lot of plastic surgery, I am not him. For one thing, I am a girl. For another, I am not a boy. Also my Steal the Harry Potter copyrights plan failed so I'm not JK either.
-Sunleaves
"Come in," calls a voice. We open the door and walk in. The first thing I notice is the bird sitting in the corner. The bird has beautiful scarlet plumage. I take a closer look and notice the frail appearance.
"Is it his burning time?" I blurt out. Professor McGonnagall looks at me. An old guy chuckles.
"You know about Phoenixes? Wonderful. Yes, it is Fawkes's burning time. It should happen any day now. So, you are the demigods. I've heard much about you. Saved the world from Gaea and Kronos? Impressive. So who knows any decent amount about Harry Potter?"
"I do. I've read his books."
"So you know about the Sorting?" he asks. I nod.
"Yeah."
"Well, then, Minerva, will you?" McGonnagall goes over to a bookshelf and pulls down a dusty old hat. She tells me to sit down. So I do. She places the hat on my head. Oh, what have we here? A demigod? One that fought in the Second Titan War. Impressive. Very impressive. You would do well in all four houses. Very loyal, wise, brave, and cunning. You're here to protect Harry Potter. Well, well, that decided it. GRYFFINDOR! I get up. After about ten minutes, we've all benn sorted. All of us are in Gryffindor.
Dumbledore leads us out of his office. We walk down to the feast together. I begin talking to my friends.
"So I've been thinking, wouldn't Annabeth be completely freaking out right now?" I asked Percy.
"She would totally freaking. She'd be boring by talking about joints and supports and building material." I laugh. We stand right outside the Hall now. I look at the doors. We can hear the noise coming the students.
"Professor, can we do an overly dramatic entrance? Please?" I ask. He smiles and nods. Yes! I transform into Aero. I can feel the Professors' shock. They shake their heads and open the doors. We walk in. Stone cold silence meets my ears. We walk down the aisle between the tables. I suppose we do look odd. I mean four strange people-not wearing robes-and a wolf. I snarl at the people trying to pet me. They pull their hands back. I decide to change back. Sadly, I'm not wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I'm wearing my armour and holding Whirlpool.
"Damn!" I mutter loudly. Grace and Thalia are holding back laughter. "Since it'll make you happy, laugh. Perce, if you laugh their will be so many fish in your bed you'll go even more psycho. Nico, you know what'll happen if you laugh." Not that I care. It will hopefully make people fear me. Most of the people stare at me. I change Whirlpool back into the watch. Dumbledore turns around,
"Welcome back. For new students, welcome, old students, welcome back. This year we have five exchange students from America. They have been sorted in private and they're all in Gryffindor." Some scattered applause fills the air.
"They don't seem to like the odd Americans, do they?" I say in a British accent. They start laughing. I scowl at them. "I have been to London several times, you know. If I didn't know any terms that the bloody Brits use or how to do an accent I'd be a failure." They start laughing harder. Well, until I slide my knives out. Percy and Nico stop laughing. Thalia and Grace are chuckling.
The witches and wizards are still. They just stare. I stare back. I find faces that I recognize from the books. Dean. Seamus. Lavender. Parkinson. Ernie. Corner. Chang. I wave to the crowd. I look down the staff table. Toady. I nudge Grace and point.
"Look, it's the Pink Toad. We need to get her freaked out more. Everyone pull out your weapons. Nico, do umbrakinesis. Thalia, Grace, do the whole 'daughter of Zeus' thing. Percy, hydrokinesis." Grace goes first. She raises her wand, points it at the sky, and concentrates. For a minute, nothing happens. Mutterings break out. A lightning bolt hit the floor. Grace's dagger shows up, made completely out of lightning. The same with Thalia. Nico's is different. He just focuses. The shadows begin to darken. They come towards us. They float up and form a sword that's darker than the night. There are many screams. Mostly from Toady and Hermione.
"That is forbidden magic! You are under arrest by order of the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic!" shrieked Umbridge. I nod seriously. Then, I turn to Nico.
"Nico, what did I say about using that skill in front of important people?" I ask him. He catches on.
"Uh, not to?"
"Yes! I guess you must meet my sanity and Justin Bieber in prison. Say farewell to the world and σκιά ταξιδεύουν από εδώ για λίγα λεπτά(1)." He begins wailing loudly. My friends are trying to hold in their laughter. Dumbledore chuckles. Nico puts an expression of extreme pain on face. He begs mercy. I laugh cruelly and wave my hand. He takes his cue and shadow travels away. I glare coldly at the crowd. They flinch. The teachers look horrified. My friends laugh. I start laughing. Laughing so hard I start crying. I'm leaning on Thalia so I stay upright. My gut hurts from laughing. The students stare horrified at us.
"Nico, you can come back now," I gasp. Nico comes out of the shadows. He yawns and stumbles into me. I look at him. Thalia glares at him.
"Nico, touch one of my Hunters again, I will cause you so much pain you'd wish you were with your father permanently," snaps Thalia.
Harry POV
So the Americans are in Gryffindor. That's...brilliant. Over the holidays, they were very secretive. They spent all of their time together. The three girls brushed Ron off. One of them kept freaking me out. She was talking about the Chamber and Dementors all the time. They kept talking in a foreign language. They were very jumpy.
"Umbrakinesis!" Hermione gasps. I look up. The Americans are standing in the middle of aisle. The one that knows everything about me is glaring at us. The whole hall flinches. She starts laughing. She's even crying. The Nico kid reappears. He stumbles into the girl. One of the other girls snaps at him. Ron stands up.
"You're Death-Eaters!" he yells. The girl narrows her eyes at him.
"Thalia, may I borrow a sharpie?" she asks. Thalia nods. The other girl takes the sharpie. She begins drawing something on her left arm. She holds it up. It's the Dark Mark.
"Oh, no! You discovered the dark art of drawing art designs with a sharpie! No, I'm too young to die!" she wails. "Weasley, think before you make random accusations. So for your information, if you accuse me or my pals, including Draco, Neville, or Luna, of being Death Eaters, be prepared to find yourself hanging from the astronomy tower in your underwear. Later!" She drags her friends out of the hall. Luna stands up. As does Neville and Malfoy.
"I thought better of you, Ronald," she says. She walks out of the hall as well. Neville looks at us and shakes his head. Draco just sneers.
"Potter, don't get her mad. She will do what she says even if you are her role model. Oh, and, Potter, be careful snooping around them. Sherman can kill you with a spoon. Forget a wand. A spoon." He walks out of the hall. I look at Ron and Hermione and shrug helplessly.
"I wonder how much Naomi knows. Harry, you realize that she knows almost everything about us? She's been going on about it all summer." I nod. Hermione's right. Like always.
Naomi POV
Ron is so annoying! I begin banging my head against the wall. Thalia and Percy watch me concernedly. Grace just watches occasionally laughing.
"Why is she doing this?" Thalia asks Grace.
"She does it whenever she's really annoyed or frustrated. It often happens with math homework. And Seraphim." They nod.
"Sherman, I warned Potter for you. Neville and Luna are here as well," says Draco. I nod. Yay. I hope the us demigods get our own room. I stop banging my head against the wall.
"Hey, Draco, can you, Luna, and Neville ask Dumbledore for me, Nico, Percy, Thalia, and Grace can have our own room? A private room with a training arena and a weapons chest and stuff?" I ask him. He nods.
"Consider it done." He grabs Luna and Neville and drags them into the hall. I lead my friends up to Gryffindor Tower.
"Mimbulus Mimbletonia." The portrait swings open. I step in. The common room is pretty big. The armchairs look comfy. The fire is warm and beautiful. I can stare at a fire for hours. Dumbledore comes in the common room along with Neville, Luna, and Draco.
"You want your own room? Here," he says. He goes to the right side of the room and touches a brick. It opens to reveal a huge room. I see a training arena. That'll be fun.
"Thank you, Professor," I say. He nods and explains that it will open to our voices and our voices only. Draco and Luna get to stay here with us.
"Grace, can I have some paper and a pencil?" I ask. She nods and pulls some out of her backpack full of lethal weapons and amusement stuff. I go over to a table and begin drawing. I draw the moon over the top of the page. Below it, I draw the ocean. Lightning is striking the ocean and shadows are surrounding the lightning. Several vines grow over the moon. Owls are flying beneath the moon. I draw a sword going through all of it. Grace hands me some colored pencils. I color it in. It has all the gods that are being represented on it. Artemis, Poseidon, Zeus, Hades, Athena, and Demeter. Also represents camp.
"What's that supposed to be, Names?" asks Grace.
"One, don't call me that. Two, it's going on our door. So it's basically a shout-out to us. And, is this the first time a people from one house are in a different common room? Without sneaking in?" I ask Malfoy. His brow furrows. He looks so much like a ferret when he does that! He nods.
"Yeah, it is. What'd you mean by the sneaking in part?" he asks in return. Damn. Let that slip.
"Just in your second year when Crabbe and Goyle were asking you those questions about the Chamber of Secrets. It wasn't Crabbe and Goyle. It was Harry and Ron." He looks shocked.
"How do you know this?"
"Draco, who are you talking to? You know it's better not to ask how I know stuff. But for your answer, I'm just that awesome. Oh and Malfoy," I call before going in the dorm,"did anyone ever tell you how much you look like a ferret when your brow is furrowed?"
Whoa. My jaw drops. I look around at the training arena. There are swords, daggers, maces, pikes, spears, bows, and...Is that a stapler? I go over to the stapler thing. It looks like a stapler. When I staple it, it turns into a shotgun. That's a familiar weapon. I look at the arena. It has dummies, automatons, little Kronos dummies, and a three foot tall Gaea model.
I look at the doors off to the sides. One has girls and the other has boys. I walk into the girls' room. Ugh, it's plain. The walls are white. The beds are white. The sheets and pillows are white. The furniture is white. It's so white! I go over to a bed and place my bag and lye down on it.
It undergoes a weird transformation. My sheets are like a mixture of the sheets in Artemis's cabin and my Harry Potter sheets. The upper half of the sheets are silver. The bottom half are ocean blue and ripple like the ocean. There are broomsticks and Harry-bolts all over the border. The walls turn indigo. The windows near my bed show London. Soren comes in and hoots at me. Soren's awesome and all, but I wish Laser was here too. Laser's my pegasus. The desk next to my bed gets filled with paper, pens, pencils, books, a laptop, my iPod, my camera, a The Magical World for Dummies that I don't know exists, extra weapons, more books, chips, sodas, and candy. The closet transforms too. I go in. It's a huge walk-in closet. It's divided into sections by girl. My section has all of my favorite sarcastic T-shirts. All my Keep Calm and Carry On, Eat Cookies, Write 50k, and Hunt Horcruxes. Dragon shirts, London shirts, math shirts, writing shirts, you name it, I probably have it. Plus a load of blue jeans. And extra Hunters outfits. This is possibly the only time I will ever care about what clothes I have to wear.
"Whoa." I hear Grace as she comes in. I agree. This is the most awesome room ever. She looks at my sleep area.
"I claimed this bed. You can have a different one. Like that one. Or that one," I say pointing to the beds around the room. "Just not this one. Once you call one, it gets customized how you want. Including the closet." Her eyes widen. As soon as she sits down on a bed, it changes. I'm fantastic. I go out of the dorm into the training arena. I start throwing knives at the targets. They all hit the bulls-eyes. I hear a clapping sound.
"I'm not in the mood to sign autographs for my adoring fans," I say without turning around.
"Please. I'm a daughter of Zeus. Why would I want Ariel's autograph?" I groan at the nickname.
"Quit calling me that! I hate that horse for giving me that nickname, P.F!" I say indignantly.
"P.F?"
"Short for Pinecone-Face. That's a mouthful. Where's Ferret Boy?" I ask. Thalia looks at me.
"Um, Potter's out there shouting at him. I think." I groan for having such useless friends. I hear shouting. It's not Harry and Seamus. I hear the words ferret and ass mentioned several times.
"Thals, wanna do a dramatic entrance?"
"Sure..."
"Just kinda play along." She nods. I step out of our quarters. I stand on a table. That's gets everyone's attention. I scan the crowd. I make my face brighten. I wave at someone sleeping.
"Hi, Voldie!" I shriek. The crowd gasps and goes over to the area where the poor kid's sleeping. Harry breaks through the crowd. He points his wand at me.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?" he bellows. I begin picking at my nails.
"Potter, it really doesn't help you look nice when you like Vernon. It really doesn't. What was what?" I ask innocently. His face reddens.
"PRETENDING VOLDEMORT WAS IN THE TOWER!"
"What? I wouldn't do that. That was my twin, Nicky. She's very sarcastic and looks exactly like me...wait a minute. That's right, she's me. Haven't you ever heard of practical joke, Potter?"
"Burn!" shouts Thalia. I look at her weirdly.
"Nice timing, Thals. Really nice timing. Potter, where's Malfoy?"
"Why should you care?"
"Because he's Luna's brother. He's my brother's girlfriend's brother. And he's my friend. So help me, if you don't tell me where he is, you will end up in your undies in Aragog's nest." Harry and Ron gasp. "You know, Potter, I looked up to you. I even had a crush on you when I was eight! Now, you're just being several unpleasant words that I'm refraining from saying because there are kids around. Dumbledore might have made Ron and Hermione prefects because they aren't world-class asses most of the time. So, Potty, where is he?"
"In the hospital wing. He was beaten up pretty bad. How did you know that?"
"I have my ways. Potter, I've seen things that would make Voldemort seem like a baby. Things that can't die. You think you've had it rough? Sorry, pal, I don't give out free sympathy," I hiss. He flinches. I punch him in the gut before stalking out. Thalia follows me.
"That was intense. It was a verbal fist-fight and you decked him pretty good." I kept walking. I turned towards the hospital wing. Luna and Neville are already there. Luna's just staring at him.
"How is he?" I ask softly. She sniffs and moves out of the way. I gasp. He was punched in the face several times. His arm is broken. His foot was twisted in the wrong direction. He had several broken fingers. I crouched down. I fumbled in my pockets for ambrosia. I pulled some out. I prodded Malfoy awake. He groans.
"When my mother hears about this..." he doesn't finish the sentence.
"Mama's boy. Here, Dragon. Eat the ambrosia. It will save you from the evil of pain," I say in my best creepy voice. Malfoy takes it and shoves it in his mouth.
"Thanks, Sherman."
"You owe me about a hundred favors by now. Oh, and I gave Potter a harsh tongue lashing. He's lucky I didn't bust out the deadly watch."
"Oh, the deadly watch!" shrieks Thalia.
"What do you children think you're doing? It's past curfew and Mr. Malfoy needs his rest. Out," says a very disgruntled looking Madam Pomfrey.
"I think he's fine ma'am." She snorts and looks closely at him. She gasps and looks up.
"How did you do this?"
"Tricks of the trade. We have tendencies to get into dangerous situations, so if we didn't have something to heal us quickly, we'd be screwed," Luna quickly comes up with an explanation.
"We could use some for Mr. Potter."
"He would die a slow and painful death if he had some. It only heals certain people," I say. Madam Pomfrey nods before dismissing us. I lead the way back to Gryffindor tower. Malfoy has a slight limp when he walks. Neville's face tightens when he thinks about harry beating Malfoy up. Luna hums 'eBay'. I grin at her and begin singing it.
"...Bought it on eBay/Tell me why I bought that Alf alarm clock/Tell me why I need another pet rock/Tell me why I bid on Shatner's old toupee/Found it on eBay! Mimbulus Mimbletonia." We go into Gryffindor tower to see Harry and Seamus arguing.
"...I suppose...because of you."
"Harry, it's okay. Seamus, don't break your boyfriends heart. Harry, I don't judge people by who they date. If you date another guy(A/N: I have NOTHING against gay people. This is just how my character is.) it's fine by me. Just keep the details private. No one wants to know what you do in the early hours of the morning," I say seriously. The whole house stares at me before laughing. Ron and Hermione move to defend Harry. Seamus and Harry look like a traffic light. Thalia's dying.
"Lu, can you take this to our room?" I ask Luna, pointing at Thalia. She nods before dragging Thalia into the girls room.
"Who the bloody hell do you think you are, insulting Harry?" shouts Ron. I pull on a thinking face.
"I think I'm a person who knows that you are afraid of spiders and nearly got eaten by acromantulas, Ronald Billius Weasley. Hey, newsflash: I do not care about being polite to Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. If you want my respect, you earn it. So far a few people have earned it. Ginny, Fred, George, Neville, and Malfoy. Step forward." They do. "These are the five people who have earned my respect.
"Ginny, she could kill with some hexes. Fred and George, they're pranksters, no other excuse needed. Neville, nearly died saving my family. Malfoy, he's like the other annoying little brother I never had. All of my friends have earned my respect. Percy, nearly died several times for the good of the world. Thalia, she was indisposed for five years 'cause she saved some friends. Luna, she's Luna. Nico, he's just awesome. Grace, she's my best friend. So mess with us, you're pretty much dead." They stare at me. I turn around and walk to my rooms.
A fist connects with my spine. I spin around. Ron is standing right behind me, his face resembles fire. I grin at him. He throws a right hook. I lean back and he misses. He stumbles forward and I kick him in his butt. He falls over. I stand over him.
"Weasel, I know how to kill a person with a pen. And a wrapper. Can the same be said for you?" I say quietly. "For future reference, do not touch me in any way unless you want several broken bones. You too, Harry. Just because our teacher said not to cause trouble doesn't mean I won't." I go over to the stretch of wall that hides our room.
"Άνοιγμα, πριγκίπισσα της θάλασσας που διατάζει(2)," I say to the wall. It opens, revealing the training area. "Luna, κάνει τη δουλειά ομίχλη για οδηγούς(3)?"
"Yeah." Good. I snap my fingers. The Mist runs its fingers through the wizards company.
"Draco and Luna are allowed to stay in the tower for special reasons. This is our room. There is nothing abnormal about it." Translation: we have no training arena. The wizards' eyes glaze over. They begin nodding.
"Really, Sherman?" asks Malfoy as we walk in the room, "'the princess of the sea commands it,' really?"
"Ferret boy, you know the human body is eighty percent water? I have control over water. Besides, I know your future. Your un-demigod future." He shakes his head. I guess I am kinda creepy. I'm just a nerd. Nothing strange about that. I push Malfoy and Neville into their room before going to our room. Grace, Luna, and Thalia were on their beds watching something on the TV and eating popcorn. I looked at the Tv.
"300, really?" I ask them. They looked at me and shrugged.
"We watched you beating Ron up a couple times. But that got boring. So, we're watching 300," says Grace. I glare at them.
"Start it over and you won't be covered in ice when you wake up. I'm eating candy and you can't have any. All mine. Mine," I say. Thalia snorts and grabs a couple of Twix. I shoot a jet of water at her and freeze it. She stands frozen, halfway to her bed with Twix in her hand. I unfreeze her hand and took the Twix.
"Are you going to unfreeze her?" asks Luna. I look at Thalia. I pull out my camera and take a couple of pictures.
"Sure. Get me a massive hairdryer." That makes them chuckles. Percy knocks on the door. I open it.
"What are you doing?" he asks when he sees Thalia and the camera. "How long have you been hanging around the Hermes cabin?"
"I already used blackmail. And Thalia took my candy." He snorts. I glare at him. A wave picks him up and freezes him to the ceiling.
"Let me down!"
"Oops. My powers took a vacation. I guess they don't like you much. Sorry," I say seriously. Luna laughs. I unfreeze Percy and let him fall down.
"Thanks Sis."
"Naomi Sherman is unable to take a message at this moment. This means that she either doesn't like you or is out of her home. She's sorry for the inconvenience. Her apology says, "If you need me get the guts to some talk to me in person, idiot." Please leave a message at the sound of the beep. Beep."
"Naomi, please pick up your phone that you're not allowed to have, or your father will be torn to shreds, Percy."
"Squirtle."
"What?"
"I haven't given you a nickname. I'm calling you Squirtle. After all, I was obsessed with Pokémon until I was ten," I say. He gapes at me. A muffled grunt comes from Thalia. I unfreeze her.
"Thanks, Ariel. Percy, get out. We're watching a movie. No boys allowed." Percy scoffs before walking out.
We finish 300. Thalia, Grace, and Luna begin talking about how inaccurate it was. I ignore them. I start thinking about the prank I want to do. Polyjuice potion...Harry...hair...getting it in food...Got it.
"Thals, wanna know my prank?"
"Yes."
"I'm going transform all the non-demigods into Harry Potter. I need to get some Polyjuice potion, Apollo and Hermes, hair of Harry, and putting in food, Dobby. So there'll be a huge amount of Harry's tomorrow. "
"Nice. If you IM the two, ask Lady Artemis if we can lead boys on before bringing them down. Way down," says Thalia, trying to prevent a grin from forming on her face. I nod before going into the bathroom. Why the bathroom? I'm too lazy to make a rainbow. I turn the tap on and pull out a drachma.
"Oh Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Apollo and Hermes at Olympus." The rainbow shimmers before transforming into Apollo's and Hermes's faces. They snore. Oh, sweet blackmail.
"Wake up!" They jump up and grab for respective weapons. "Hermes, is that a stylus? How is a stylus deadly?"
"Yes, that is a stylus, and it can perform many types of painful torture."
"Cool. Can you guys "buy" some Polyjuice potion? And then put it the food?"
"For the most beautiful Hunter in the whole world? Of course." I shudder. Nothing is worse than Apollo's flirting.
Can you go get Artemis for me? If you do I'll tell everyone about how awesome you are," I say. They nod and run off. After about five minutes they reappear, running for their lives. There is a goddess chasing them, after all. An angry goddess who looks twelve.
"Yes, Naomi?"
"Thalia wanted to know if we could let boys who hit on us think they have a chance before humiliating them. It'll be more effective then just saying, "Sorry, I don't date pathetic little slime-balls." If we stand them up several times, it will make them angry. Then they make rash decisions, making it easy to kick their butts." Artemis frowned, then nodded.
"Yes, you may. But do it carefully." I nod. She cuts the connection. I go back into our room. Apollo and Hermes are waiting for me. They have enough Polyjuice for the prank to be done several times.
"We got it."
"You to are the best immortal boy cousins." They frown.
"Boys? We are men."
"Uh...whatever floats your boat." They begin glaring at me. I shrug.
"True, bros. Men don't exist for Dad and Uncles P and H. They are men. Maybe Percy. He's more idiot then man," Thalia says.
"Lady Artemis said we could. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get Neville."
"Why?"
"Hair of Harry. I'm not sneaking in their dorm. Neville needs to be the one eho goes in considering he's the one who knows them and they know him. I mean it's not rocket science or anything," I explain. Thalia nods and lets me find him. When I find him, I tell him to go get the hairs. He nods and runs off.
Waiting ... waiting ... waiting ...OH MY GODS a butterfly! ... waiting ... waiting ... bored ... bored ... bored. He comes running down the stairs.
"I got it!" he gasps. I smile and pet him on the head.
"Thanks, Cereal Boy."
"Don't call me that! I HATE cereal!" He whispers the last part. I smirk.
"That's what you're getting for Christmas, C.B."
"Ugh, screw you, Sherman. Here's the hairs." He hands them to me. I nod.
"Nev, did you know I'm on speaking terms with your mother? It's because I like cereal. Or some cereal. Maybe I'm just nice and everybody loves me 'cause I'm just awesome." He snorts. "What was that?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Good." I run back to the dorm. Apollo and Hermes are having a cat fight with each other. They're rolling on the floor clawing at each other. I grin a Thalia. Where's the popcorn? I mouth. She tosses me a bag. I open and start eating it. Apollo and Hermes keep fighting. ten minutes later, they're still fighting.
"Break it up ladies! It doesn't matter who's prettier, you're the same. Below ugly. Here's the hairs. I need you to put it in all the food except for the demigods." They take the hairs and leave. Hopefully, they won't kill each other. I look at Whirlpool. It's 1:10 am. I yawn and change into my PJ's. I fall asleep.

1- Shadow travel away for a few minutes

2-Open, princess of the sea commands it.

3-Does the mist work on wizards?

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